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by Whitney G.




  NAUGHTY

  DIRTY

  COCKY

  Whitney G.

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

  Copyright © 2016 by Whitney G.

  All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form, or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording or otherwise, without prior permission of the author.

  Cover design by Najla Qamber of Najla Qamber Designs.

  Editing by Evelyn Guy of Indie Edit Guy.

  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  Copyright Page

  AUTHOR’S NOTE

  NAUGHTY | BOSS

  NAUGHTY BOSS | SYNOPSIS

  THE BOSS

  THE EMAILS

  ONE YEAR LATER...

  THE ASSISTANT

  THE ASSISTANT

  THE BOSS

  THE BOSS

  THE EMAILS

  THE ASSISTANT

  THE EMAILS

  THE ASSISTANT

  THE ASSISTANT

  THE BOSS

  THE ASSISTANT

  THE EMAILS

  THE BOSS

  THE BOSS

  THE ASSISTANT

  THE EMAILS

  THE ASSISTANT

  THE EMAILS | (Well, “The End”)

  DIRTY | DOCTOR

  DIRTY DOCTOR | SYNOPSIS

  THE DOCTOR

  THE DOCTOR

  THE RESIDENT

  THE DOCTOR

  THE RESIDENT

  THE RESIDENT

  TWO WEEKS LATER...

  THE DOCTOR

  THE RESIDENT

  THE DOCTOR

  THE RESIDENT

  THE DOCTOR

  THE RESIDENT

  THE RESIDENT

  THE DOCTOR

  THE DOCTOR

  THE RESIDENT

  THE RESIDENT

  THE DOCTOR

  THE RESIDENT

  THE DOCTOR

  THE RESIDENT

  A FEW YEARS LATER...

  THE RESIDENT

  COCKY | CLIENT

  COCKY CLIENT | SYNOPSIS

  THE CLIENT

  THE PUBLICIST

  THE CLIENT

  THE PUBLICIST

  THE PUBLICIST

  ONE DAY LATER

  THE CLIENT

  THE PUBLICIST

  THE CLIENT

  THE CLIENT

  THE PUBLICIST

  THE CLIENT

  THE PUBLICIST

  THE CLIENT

  REASONABLE DOUBT | (Sneak Peek)

  REASONABLE DOUBT | SYNOPSIS

  REASONABLE DOUBT | (VOLUME ONE)

  Prologue

  Contract (n.):

  Perjury (n.):

  A Letter to the Reader

  ALSO BY WHITNEY G.

  AUTHOR’S NOTE

  This book, Naughty Dirty Cocky, is the first compilation of my Steamy Coffee Reads Collection—a series of standalone novellas that I will release randomly and in between novels during 2017. Every novella in this series features a hot alpha male, a strong heroine, and a plot that is pure, HOT FUN. (In other words, these are long enough for you to enjoy over a cup of coffee whenever you’re in the mood for something hot, quick, and dirty :-) )

  This collection includes:

  NAUGHTY BOSS

  DIRTY DOCTOR

  COCKY CLIENT

  **If you’re looking for a longer read, I highly suggest my standalone novels.

  Love,

  Whitney G.

  PS—Special thanks to K. Bromberg for the awesome idea/encouragement.

  NAUGHTY

  BOSS

  NAUGHTY BOSS

  SYNOPSIS

  He definitely wasn’t supposed to get that email ...

  Subject: My Boss.

  Have I already told you that I hate my boss today?

  Sexy as hell or not, this pompous, arrogant, ASSHOLE asked me to pick up his dry cleaning the second I walked through the door. Then he told me that I needed to take his Jaguar to a car wash that was ten miles outside of the city, but only after I needed to stand in a never-ending line to buy some type of limited, hundred-dollar watch.

  I honestly can’t wait to see the look on his face two months from now when I tell him that I’m quitting his company and that he can kiss my ass. KISS. MY. ASS.

  All those former fantasies about him kissing me with his “mouth of perfection” or bending me over my desk and filling me with his cock are long over. OVER.

  Your bestie,

  Mya

  PS—Please tell me your day is going better than mine ...

  Subject: Re: My Boss.

  No, you haven’t already told me that you hate your boss today, but seeing as though you’ve sent me this email directly, I know now ...

  Yes, I did ask you to pick up my dry cleaning the second you arrived to work today. (Where is it?) And I did tell you to take my Jaguar to the car wash and pick up my thousand-dollar watch. (Thank you for taking five hours to do something that could be accomplished in two.)

  You don’t have to wait two months from now to see the look on my face when you tell me you’re quitting. I’m standing outside your office at this very moment. (Open the door.)

  No comment on your “fantasies,” although I highly doubt they’re “long over.”

  Your boss,

  Michael

  PS—Yes. My day is definitely going far better than yours...

  THE BOSS

  Michael

  Manhattan, New York

  The last time my face was plastered across the front page of a tabloid, the headline was at least somewhat true. What I was currently staring at in this moment was beyond far-fetched, even for someone with a scandalous and sex-filled reputation like mine.

  Playboy CEO of Leighton Publishing Leaves Woman Crying in Hotel Lobby After Hours of Loud Sex on Balcony

  I flipped through the pages of The National Enquirer, skimming the details from the so-called “trusted source” while resisting the urge to roll my eyes. According to them, I’d had sex with this woman in the penthouse suite of a hotel and simply put her out so I could have sex with someone else. And according to the woman who’d clearly concocted this bullshit story, she said my exact words to her were, “Thank you for letting me fuck your pussy. It’s time for me to fuck someone else’s now. You can see yourself out.”

  There was no mention of the fact that this very same woman was recently convicted for lying to a grand jury in a theft case, but tabloids were never interested in the truth. They only wanted to sell papers.

  I managed to get through the entire article without a reaction, but I couldn’t help but laugh at the last line: Rumors are now swirling that the ‘naughty’ CEO engages in sex with two different women for every day of the week. He apparently keeps a private schedule for his sex-life.

  I shook my head.

  It’s only one different woman for every day of the week...

  Tossing the tabloid into the trash, I remembered to send a generic text to the women I planned on seeing this week. There was Lisa on Tuesday, Mariah on Wednesday, Hannah on Thursday, and Tiffany on Friday.

  Michael: Looking forward to seeing you this week.

  Their responses came in exact succession.

  Lisa: Looking forward to seeing you, too :)

  Mariah: Can’t wait to fuck you again ...

  Hannah: Let me know if you want to change it to an earlier day :)

  Tiffany: Anytime :)

  With a few minutes to spare unt
il my six o’clock meeting, I set a box of potential front-list novels on my desk. I made two pots of coffee and opened new notepads. Then I impatiently waited for my executive assistant.

  I’d long given up on her arriving early to meet me for anything because she was always five minutes late. She literally lived right across the street from the building and she never ceased to amaze me with her endless excuses as to why she couldn’t be on time.

  Ten minutes past six, I decided to give her the benefit of the doubt. Fifteen minutes past six, I wondered if my previous thoughts of her being the most incompetent assistant I’d ever had were true, and at twenty minutes past six, I caved in and called her desk.

  “Yes, Mr. Leighton?” she answered on the first ring.

  “Did you forget that we’re supposed to discuss the winter selections today?” I asked. “You know how I feel about things needing to be on time.”

  “Oh, right! I am so sorry! I got caught up on these reports, but I’m on my way.”

  She hung up, and within minutes she walked into my office carrying a box of assigned novels. She placed it on my desk and sat across from me.

  “Wait.” She held up her hand. “Before we start, can I ask you something personal?”

  “No.”

  “What if it’s something important?”

  “It can’t be important if it’s something ‘personal,’ because you’re not entitled to know anything about my personal life.”

  “Are you really as bad as all the tabloids say you are?” She raised her eyebrow. “Like, when do you possibly find the time to sleep with so many women since you’re always here working?”

  I could’ve sworn I said no ...

  I gave her a blank stare.

  “I deserve to know what type of man I’m working for,” she said, crossing her arms. “Especially if this man wants me to keep the truth about how difficult he is to work for under wraps.”

  “Are you threatening to blackmail me?”

  “No.” She smiled. “I just really want to know if your sex life is as exciting as the press makes it seem. I actually think it’s pretty hot, and off the record, I am totally willing to look past the non-fraternization policy if you ever want to try me out.” She lowered her voice. “I can be naughty in the bedroom, too. I can let you have my pussy, and you can leave me hanging in the hotel lobby afterwards, if that’s what you’re into.”

  Jesus...

  “Can we please get started with the work?” I rolled my eyes. “I need your thoughts on the titles you were assigned so we can send them down to marketing tomorrow.”

  “So, right after that I can go?”

  No, right after that I can ‘fire’ you ...

  “Yes.” I cleared my throat. “What did you think of Grisham’s latest?”

  “His latest what?”

  “His latest book.” I pointed at the box she’d brought in, at the advanced copy of The Whistler. “It was one of the three legal thrillers you were supposed to read this month.”

  “Oh, yeah.” She picked up the hardback and flipped through its pages. “I thought it was very good. Very legal, very thrilling.”

  “Can you please be slightly more specific than that?”

  “I really liked the book’s cover a lot.” She ran her fingers across the cover. “He really pulled me into the story with it, you know? This image of the boats docked at an orange sunset sea was quite compelling. I think the graphic artist definitely deserves an award.”

  Silence.

  “We’ll come back to the thrillers,” I said finally. “You were also supposed to read five romance novels. Which one would you recommend the most?”

  “Well,” she said, leaning forward and pouring herself a cup of coffee. “It was a hard choice, and I do mean a really hard choice, but ... Out of the amazing ones I was assigned, I think loved the one that ended in a happily ever after the best.”

  “Every romance novel ends in a happily ever after, Penelope.” I felt my blood pressure rising. “That’s what makes it a fucking romance.”

  “Really? Wow. I never knew that. So, I guess I loved them all!”

  I stared at her, clenching my jaw. I always thought she was on the incompetent side from the very day she started, from the moment she said, “So, you’re a literary publishing company and you only publish books? Why not movies?” And somehow, I’d managed to look past that. But this? This was bullshit and she was far worse than any of my other failed and fired assistants.

  “Have you read any of the front-list books, Penelope?”

  “No, but only because I didn’t know that I personally had to.” She slurped her coffee. “I mean the books got read, but you never said that I was the person who actually had to read them.”

  “What the hell are you saying?”

  “I’m saying that I’m working really smart here. I hired a virtual assistant and paid her a couple hundred bucks to read all of them. Oh, and I sent a few of them to some book bloggers on Facebook that I follow. They like, totally live for this reading stuff so they’ll probably have those ARCs done even sooner. Can you believe they like, actually enjoy reading?”

  “Let me get this straight ...” I tried to keep my voice calm. “I hired you to be my executive assistant and you outsourced all of your work to other people?”

  “Not all my work. Just the stuff I don’t want to do. I mean, occasionally, I’ll read a page or two to keep my brain refreshed, but reading isn’t really my thing. And you only gave me a month to read ten books. Ten, Mr. Leighton.... That’s technically hard labor and I could sue.”

  “This is a fucking—” I caught myself. “This is a publishing company. We publish books, and books being ‘your thing’ is the very first thing we asked about on your application.”

  “Oh, I lied about that part, but only that part. Everything else I wrote was honest, especially the part about wanting to work under a sexy CEO for a change.”

  “Penelope ...” I held back a groan. I didn’t need to waste any more of my time with this. “You can get the hell of out my office now.”

  “Really?” She stood up smiling. “I was hoping we’d get out of here early. My favorite show will be on in an hour. You know, maybe you should ask me to review TV shows—I’m sure I’d impress you that way.” She shrugged and headed to the door. “See you tomorrow!”

  The second she left my office, I sent my advisor, Brad, an email.

  Subject: Tell HR to Fire My Executive Assistant.

  Now.

  Right now.

  Michael Leighton,

  CEO, Leighton Publishing

  I walked over to my beverage cabinet and unlocked it, pouring myself a much needed shot of scotch. I downed it and quickly poured another. As it was burning its way down my throat, Brad’s ringtone sounded on my cell phone.

  “Yes?” I answered.

  “You want to take one good guess as to what I’m looking at right now?”

  “Depends on if I’ll win a prize for getting it right or not.”

  “I’m staring at the cover of Page Six with an undeniably-not photo-shopped picture of you. It’s definitely you and one of your ridiculously expensive watches with a Cuban cigar between your lips.”

  “Sounds like a very good photo. Feel free to send me a copy.”

  “Oh, but that’s not the best part of this photo. The best part is the three bikini clad women with messy hair who literally look like they’ve all just fucked you. Would you at least like to guess the headline?”

  “You still haven’t mentioned a prize. Is there a prize?”

  “Playboy CEO Beds Three Busty Blondes in Belize. What do you have to say for yourself, Michael?”

  “Not much.” I walked over to my desk and clicked on the picture he’d emailed me. “They did a brilliant job with the use of alliteration in the title, though. They must have finally hired a competent editor.”

  “God, Michael ...” He sucked in a breath and sighed. “Do we have any grounds to threaten them with ret
raction and defamation, or is this true?”

  “It’s partially true.”

  “Which part?”

  “The part about me being in Belize.”

  “Please stop fucking with me.”

  “Fine.” I smiled. “I only ‘bedded’ two of the busty blondes. Not three.”

  “Oh, just two. Well that’s quite comforting and I guess they owe you an apology. Not. Anything else?”

  “Yes. The article says I’m wearing a Rolex in the photo. I haven’t worn a Rolex in over five years.”

  “Ugh.” He groaned. “I’m using one hundred thousand dollars of our public relations account to prevent them from running this on Friday. I’m also sending them an additional two hundred to three hundred fifty thousand to refrain from mentioning your name or running your picture for the next two months.”

  “Thank you.”

  “Please don’t. I’ll need a list of everything you’ve done over the past eight months so I can clean it up in advance. And you know, for someone who plans to take his company public within the next two years, I would think that you would try a lot harder to clean up your image and stay out of the press. Otherwise, the only investors you’ll attract will be me and you.”

  “Noted.” I poured one last shot of scotch. “Did you get my email about needing a new executive assistant?”

  “Another one? This is number seven.”

  “Eight. However, I’ve yet to be sent a competent one. Perhaps if you used a different screening agency, or at least let me sit in on some of the interviews—”

  “No. I’ll tell you what I will do, though. But only if you do something for me.”

  I was silent, so he continued.

  “Could you kindly keep your dick in your pants for the next twelve months and try not to fuck anyone?”

  Twelve months? “Anyone?”

  “ANYONE. ANY-ONE.” He enunciated every syllable. “At least anyone who will definitely draw attention to you and your unfortunate, insatiable ways. And that includes all the women you have lined up for this week. Your assistants may not have known what those small blue dots on your digital calendar mean, but I do. Cancel them all right now. You can sleep with whoever you want again after you successfully go public.”

  I hesitated for a long while, but I realized that what he was saying made perfect sense for the sake of the company and my image.

 

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