by Jenna Rose
UNWRAPPED KISSES
WARMING UP TO LOVE
JENNA ROSE
Copyright © 2019 by Jenna Rose
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ABOUT THE BOOK
Tis the season to be…completely smitten by the boss who hates you? He may own a candy company, but Lance Frost is far from sweet. The gorgeous, chiseled bosshole takes every chance he can get to humiliate Tessa, his new secretary, in front of the entire office. But in private, it’s a different story. His whispered compliments and wandering glances are giving Tessa whiplash and causing her cheeks to blush redder than a candy cane. Lance may not be nice, but he sure is naughty, and this may be one holiday season where Tessa knows exactly what she needs for Christmas, but hates the fact that she wants it, especially unwrapped…
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CONTENTS
1. Lance Frost
2. Faith
3. Lance
4. Faith
5. Faith
6. Lance
7. Faith
8. Lance
9. Faith
Epilogue
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LANCE FROST
THERE SHE IS. Faith Greene, my newest employee. The secretary I didn’t want to hire but who was forced down my throat by her obnoxious father, who just happens to be one of my largest clients. He distributes tens of millions of dollars’ worth of my product every year. Could I survive without him? Sure. But first and foremost, I’m a businessman, so as a businessman, I sucked it up and hired his 18-year-old daughter to be my personal gopher, a job she so far hasn’t even been able to handle.
And now look at her—chatting with Andy, the office womanizer, giggling and smiling at him, bouncing her teenage tits up and down as she laughs at his corny jokes while he wears that stupid Santa hat that he thinks all the girls like. Normally, Andy’s antics don’t irritate me at all. He can go ahead trying to fill every hole he finds if he wants to; that’s not my thing. But for some reason, seeing him hitting on Faith makes my blood boil.
He doesn’t deserve her. She’s fresh, untouched, barely-legal, and too naïve for a guy like Andy. And why wouldn’t she be? She’s been raised like royalty, a daughter of the one percent, more privileged than she could ever possibly know. An asshole like Andy will just use her up and toss her aside, and she won’t even know what hit her.
I watch them through the glass of my office. What’s he saying to her? Some kind of stupid joke or pickup line he found on the internet? Or is he just giving her the same shit he gives to all the other girls? Whatever it is, it seems to be working.
Faith laughs so loudly I can hear it from where I’m standing. She giggles again, and her tits, unable to be concealed by her thick Christmas sweater, bounce like two perfect globes. I feel my cock starting to swell beneath my dress pants.
Fuck it.
“Faith!” I bark, opening my office door. “Get your ass over here!”
Everyone looks but does their best to pretend like they didn’t. But Faith can’t hide her concern. She glances over at me, her cheeks as red as Santa’s, sets her drink down, and starts making her way over to me like she’s taking the walk of shame.
A low growl rises from my chest as I watch her. She may be an entitled little bitch, but she’s built like a race car. Every curve is perfection. Every movement is hypnotic. Even in a thick sweater and a long skirt that goes down to her ankles, I can picture her naked, and the mental image is enough to cause my candy cane to stand at full attention. As she approaches, I have to shift my stance to make my bulge less obvious.
Christ, why does it have to be her that turns me on?
Many men in my position—billionaire heads of companies—like to use their wealth and status to get women. Lots of women. But not me. I’m a one-woman kind of guy. At least I will be when I find her. Guys like Andy can have their fun, but I’m looking for more. A life partner. Someone I can truly trust, which isn’t easy in my line of work.
Women and men will lie, cheat and deceive to get my money, but women especially. I know that sounds sexist as hell, but it’s the truth. I don’t know how many women have tried to work their charms on me, seduce me, claim to be in love with me, all while their eyes are gleaming with dollar signs. It’s great at the top, but it’s also lonely as hell.
“Yes, Mr. Frost?” As she stops before me, Faith shifts her weight to one foot, causing her hip to jut out to one side like an Instagram model posing for her story. All I can think about is what she’d look like laid out on my bed like that wearing nothing but her birthday suit.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” My voice is raised, loud enough that the office can hear, even if they’re trying to pretend they can’t.
“Uhm…what?”
“Uhm what?” I repeat. “Is that how you talk to your boss?”
“I—I’m sorry, sir. What are you angry with me about?”
I point deliberately over her shoulder to the office Christmas tree. It’s hideous and artificial, with shining white bristles and sparkling blue lights. “What the hell is that?”
Faith follows my finger and shrugs. “The office Christmas tree. You told me to get one.”
“I told you to get a tree,” I reply. “Not an ugly, fake piece of shit!”
People are starting to really notice now and not even trying to hide the fact that they’re watching. I can see Andy’s eyes on us, looking possessively at Faith as though he has some claim to her and might come over here and reprimand me if I get out of line with her.
Yeah, try it, asshole.
“You wanted me to get a…real Christmas tree?” Faith asks with that entitled tone of hers. Great job raising your daughter, Brian. Real nice.
“This is New Hampshire, Faith. You couldn’t find one?”
“I—I didn’t think you’d want a real one shedding needles all over the office,” she replies quickly. “And I’d have to water it all the time—”
“Ah!” I laugh. “There we go. Now the real reason comes out. You didn’t want to water it! So you went ahead and bought that gaudy hunk of shit that we’re all going to have to look at until January.”
“No, that’s not why—”
“Faith Greene, the model employee, super-secretary, didn’t want to have to water a real tree!”
What a fucking waste of potential. Faith is gorgeous, with eyes that could bring a man to his knees and a body that would make him bust in his pants. She could go far with those looks alone, but instead, she chooses to flirt with scumbags and half-ass her job because she knows her daddy will protect her.
Christ, the things I’d do to her. She wouldn’t be so smug bent over my office desk being stuffed like a Christmas goose.
“I thought I was making the right decision, Lance—”
“Lance?” I chuckle. “Try Mr. Frost, okay? Just because your daddy got you this job doesn’t mean you get to act like you own the place. You’re replaceable. Got that?”
Honestly, I shouldn’t be surprised when Faith’s eyes flare with anger. She’s got some spunk in her, but that’s just because she’s been raised with the world at her fingertips and has no concept
of reality. I may be a billionaire now, but I started from nothing, with no more than a dream and a hard work ethic, and that’s why I’m where I am today. Not because my daddy got me a job.
“I don’t think my dad would like you speaking to me this way.”
And there it is. No matter how hard these career women try to pretend that they can make it on their own, they always end up having their daddy (or sugar daddy) step in and solve their problems for them.
“So that’s all you are, huh?” I ask, stepping closer, getting right up in her pretty little face. Christ, her perfume smells delicious. I bet Andy was enjoying it too… “Just a wannabe woman pretending to be good at her job but ready to run back to Daddy whenever she can’t take the heat? Why don’t you do us both a favor and quit—”
When she slaps me, I’m stunned. Not because it hurts, but because I didn’t even see it coming.
She actually slapped me. Lance Frost, her goddamn boss.
And you know what, I don’t give a damn who her dad is; this girl is going to get it.
“My office,” I growl. “Now.”
FAITH
I REGRET SLAPPING LANCE INSTANTLY, and not just because of how much my palm stings as I follow him into his office. I lost my temper, and that’s something I never do. My dad and I both have them, but I’ve managed to keep my mine under control for the most part.
Until now…
I never expected his jaw to hurt my hand either. Sure, it’s chiseled like a male model’s, but seriously? Who does he think he is? Iron Man?
Part of me wants to just turn and walk the hell out as he leads me into his office, but the only thing worse than my dad getting me this job in the first place would be me not being able to hack it and quitting.
I’m an idiot. As Lance closes the blinds, separating us from the rest of the office, I’m sure he’s going to fire me. I just went too far. Slapping your boss? In what world is that okay?
When he turns around to face me, his eyes look like they’re ready to shoot out lasers and zap me into a pile of dust. At first I thought Lance was just a bit of a Scrooge, but now I see he’s the Grinch, ready to steal every ounce of Christmas happiness I have.
“That was a bold move,” he says slowly. A red mark is slowly forming on his cheek where I hit him. Butterflies begin to flutter in my stomach. It’s obnoxious how handsome he is. Like a Greek statue come to life. Maybe if he looked like the Grinch, it would be easier to hate him.
I shouldn’t have done that.
That’s what I want to say, but it’s pretty obvious he’s going to fire me, and if I’m going out, I’m going out in a blaze of glory.
“So was reprimanding me in front of the entire office,” I counter. “All over a Christmas tree that you don’t even care about?”
“What do you mean, I don’t care?”
“You’re about as into Christmas as the Grinch!” I reply. “You couldn’t care less about that stupid tree.”
“And neither could you, obviously,” he laughs. “So you just decided to put in the least amount of effort required to get the job done. Just like all you little rich girls.”
I could slap him again right now.
“You think you know who I am—”
“I know who your dad is,” he counters. “I know where you were raised. I know the kind of house you grew up in, and I know how you got this job and what you think of it.”
“What I think of it?” I snap. God, he’s infuriating. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Isn’t it obvious?” He shrugs. “You clearly don’t give a fuck.”
Lance stretches both arms above his head, causing his shirt to slip up and expose his lower four abdominal muscles. He’s so defined that I can see veins leading down into his pants, as well as that V-shape that pulls at my eyes.
No. I fight the urge and quickly look up, hoping he hasn’t noticed my wandering gaze.
“Why do you care so much about me?” I ask. “If you really had an issue with the tree, couldn’t you have just called me in here and told me about it? I could have easily replaced it…”
“Do you not know what to do without being told?” he counters. “I mean, shit, I know you’re only 18 years old, but you should know how to do your job without being told every single detail.”
His voice is strong and aggressive. This is a man who’s used to being the boss and being respected. It pisses me off, but at the same time, I’m kind of enjoying this.
What is wrong with me?
“I’m sorry,” I counter. “I didn’t realize my job was reading your mind for what kind of Christmas tree you like.”
“Oh, you clearly can’t read my mind.” He walks toward me, and although I’m the one who’s been the physical aggressor here so far, the look in his eyes causes me to step back.
He’s tall, well above six feet, broad-shouldered, and intimidating. He may be dressed in office-casual today, but he’d look right at home in some gym clothes with those biceps of his that are doing their best to tear out of his shirt.
“Because if you could, you’d know what kind of naughty thoughts are swimming around up there right now.”
My heart leaps like it’s trying to jump out of my throat.
“I—What?”
“You heard me,” he replies, his voice low as he approaches. The red mark on his face is brighter now, and I almost feel bad about it. Almost. “If you could read my mind, you’d know what I’m really angry about. But you don’t need to read my mind to know that, do you, Faith?”
My mind is spinning. I glance back over my shoulder at the windows to the main office, but the blinds are closed tightly. It’s like staring at a wall. I’m alone with Lance now, and even if I was to try to run, I know he wouldn’t let me.
His eyes move up my body, starting at my feet then covering every inch of me. He even pauses at my chest, which I thought I’d done a good job hiding with my Christmas sweater. Is it my fault I have big boobs that are impossible to hide?
“I bet this was your plan all along, wasn’t it?” he asks.
“Plan? What? No!” I don’t even know what he’s talking about, but whatever it is, he’s wrong.
“You got your father to get you this job,” he continues, stepping closer. “And then you planned on pissing me off to get my attention, and then seducing me with that unbelievable body of yours. Didn’t you?”
“No! Lance, no!”
“You flirt with Andy to make me jealous, don’t you?” He’s so close to me now I can smell him. And as much as I hate to admit it, he smells good.
“I wasn’t flirting with Andy!”
“You’re just another gold-digging whore, aren’t you?” he growls, sliding an arm around my waist. He pulls me right up against him, and I feel his bulge pressing against my thighs. I may have never seen a penis in person before, but I can tell that whatever he’s got going on down there, it’s huge. “Just here to drive me crazy, make me fall in love with you and then fleece me. Take me for all I have…”
“Lance…” My voice is barely a whisper. All the breath has left my lungs. I can barely think of anything as he dominates my senses with his strong, rough hand against my back, his scent in my nostrils, his swollen manhood pressing against my private parts.
Fuck, how can he do this to me? The boss from hell. The world’s biggest asshole is turning me on.
“No,” I reply firmly, finding my voice. “That is not what I’m up to, Lance.”
“No?” he asks. “So if I wanted to take you right here, right now, and pound your little pussy over my desk, you wouldn’t let me?”
Oh my God. How can he talk like that to me? It’s so…inappropriate. I should like, call Human Resources or something. Right…?
I clear my throat. “No, Lance, I would not.”
He pulls me tighter. I can feel the outline of his cock. The strong, swollen tip feels like a spear. Lance’s lance, and he’s ready to impale me with it.
“Bullshit,” he growls.
“I’m not like that, Lance,” I say firmly. “I’m…I’m a virgin.”
I expect him to groan or roll his eyes or let go of me—or maybe even kick me out of his office. It’s clear that he only has one thing on his mind, and that’s what I have going on underneath my clothes. But to my surprise, his eyes light up, and his lips form a tiny smile.
“You’re a virgin,” he repeats.
“I know…it’s awful.” What am I saying? How is it awful? Why am I confessing this to him? It’s like Lance has disarmed me somehow, which only makes me hate him more. But at the same time…there’s another feeling deep inside me. A new feeling. One that scares me.
“Don’t be stupid,” he replies sharply. “You think a guy like me would be into sluts? You think I’m like Andy?”
“I-I don’t know,” I stammer. God, this is going sideways fast.
“The answer is no, Faith. You being a virgin is not a turn-off. It’s a turn-on.” I ask the question with my eyes: Really? He nods. “Yes, really. And I would take you right here and right now if I trusted you. But I still don’t.”
For some reason, that hurts me. I don’t want to be thought of as untrustworthy, even by him. Actually, especially by him.
“I promise you, Lance. I’m not here to fleece you. You can trust me.”
I search his eyes as he looks at me. I can almost see his mind moving as he thinks, but I am expecting him to shake his head and throw me out of his office, so what happens next shocks me.
“Fine,” he replies. “Then prove it to me.”
“How do I do that?”
“Come on a date with me,” he says. “And convince me that you’re not a sly, conniving, gold-digging whore here to charm my socks off and steal my money.”
Jesus! How can he talk like that to me?
“Lance—”
“But I’m warning you, Faith,” he says, eyes narrowing. “If you can’t convince me, you’ll be out of here. And I am a very, very good judge of people.”