Mister Boss Man

by Ryleigh York

  Copyright © 2018 Ryleigh York

  All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the publisher, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical reviews and certain other noncommercial uses permitted by copyright law.

  This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously.

  About the Book

  My dick has a certain appetite.

  Curvy, sassy, and gone the next morning.

  When my new paralegal walks in, I take one look at her, and immediately know I'm f*cked. Because the curvy little sexpot standing in my office was once the hottest one night stand of my life.

  What I wouldn't give for a repeat. I'm ready to break all my rules, and show her exactly what I fantasize about during our meetings.

  When things heat up between us, I think I've finally met my match, but what I never counted on was the woman I’ve fallen for being the one poised for the ultimate betrayal...

  Table of Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Epilogue

  About the Author

  Chapter 1

  Lucas

  My usual limit is two. Two drinks, two women, and two hours of relaxing before I put my tie back on and get back to work.

  Tonight, I’m pushing all my limits.

  Every minute of my week has been consumed by a single huge deal. Likely one of the biggest of my career. I’m helping my client secure one of the single biggest oil companies in the state of Texas. Millions of dollars are at stake. I’ve hardly slept in a week and I need to blow off steam. Badly.

  That’s why I came to Second Circle. It’s a lounge that celebrates sin in all its wicked forms. My kind of place. It’s the city’s hottest club and it feels like home to me.

  I’m already on my third drink and four different women have winked suggestively at me. I’ve been playing with the idea of inviting all of them up to the fantasy rooms with me. It wouldn’t be my usual, but I need unusual tonight. I need new, fresh, and dangerous. I need to get out of my fucking head for a while. I scan the lounge idly. It’s dimly lit and opulently decorated. My business partner Tyson is standing at the bar that takes up the center of the room, flirting with the bartender, naturally.

  The lounge is full of regulars tonight. I’d be hard pressed to find a woman in the place that I haven’t already slept with.

  I see the blond head of Alexis Fitzgerald across the room. Tyson’s been carrying a torch for Alexis for months, which makes her completely off limits, even if he hasn’t gotten the balls to approach her yet. Sitting across from Alexis is… someone new.

  I zero in on her. She’s gorgeous. Her brown hair is cut short and her body is curvy in all the right places. Most intriguing of all, she has a beer in front of her and she’s peeling the label off. No one comes to Second Circle and orders beer.

  She looks uncomfortable. Alexis says something, but I’m too far away to hear what, and the new woman gives her a forced smile. Her eyes dart around the room uncomfortably.

  My primal instincts are kicking into overdrive. She’s clearly never been here before. She’s trying to act like she fits in but is failing.

  She’s fresh meat and I want her. What I need is an approach. I’ve got to get her on her own if I’m going to cull her from the herd.

  I leave my drink behind and go to see Tyson. He’s still flirting with the bartender while staring at Alexis whenever he thinks no one is watching him.

  I clap a hand on his shoulder. “Tyson. You going to look at her all night, or are you going to do something about it?”

  Tyson sets his drink down on the bar and tilts his head to glare at me. “I’m taking my time—building my plan.”

  I snort. “That takes you three months these days?”

  “It needs to be good. Look at her, she’s classy.”

  “Sure. She’s so classy she’s going to meet someone else if you don’t make a move soon.” If she does meet someone else, it won’t be at Second Circle. Tyson’s feelings are hardly a secret and everyone respects him too much to snatch up Alexis from under his nose. But I need him to think it’s urgent so he’ll get her out of the way and leave me to swoop in on the dark-haired woman.

  Tyson studies his drink like it’s a magic eight ball. “I’m going to make a move,” he says at last.

  “Good.” I take another long look at my fresh meat. I have a good feeling about her. If anyone can help me forget about work for a couple hours, it’s her.

  Chapter 2

  Macey

  “I don’t want to talk about work,” I say.

  Alexis shrugs and moves her straw around her drink. She’s drinking something fizzy with vodka in it. I don’t know anything about fancy drinks and I don’t care to. I’ve always been a cheap drink kind of girl. Even the beer in this place is too fancy for me. It barely took me more than a sip of the local craft beer that was all they had to determine it has way too many flavors for my taste. Give me plain, normal beer any day of the week.

  Which is why I don’t belong here. I’ve been hearing whispers about Second Circle since it opened, but I never set foot through the door. Not until Alexis invited me to celebrate my last day of being her coworker at T&C. I’m still surprised that Alexis even has a membership here. From what I’ve heard the place is some kind of sex club.

  Not that I’ve seen any sex yet. Or anything that wouldn’t be at a normally nightclub, really. It’s a little disappointing, but I don’t want to ask Alexis about it. What would I even say? Hey, where do the orgies take place?

  “Does banning work talk exclude talking about Barb’s new hair? Because, green? What was she even thinking?” Alexis laughs.

  I smile. I’m going to miss her while I’m off pretending to work for another company. Fuck, do I not want to do this job. Damn Gavin and his fucking threats. When I first started as a paralegal I really wanted to believe that all that stuff about unethical lawyers was just a crock of shit, but Gavin singlehandedly proves every bad lawyer story ever told true.

  The terms he set out for me were simple. Spy on the upstart new law firm or stand back and watch as he exploits the awful contract my father was tricked into signing to take away my family’s farm.

  Oh, or there was that other charming offer of his, to sleep with him instead.

  I viciously rip the last strip of label off my beer bottle.

  I hate being backed into corners. I hate jerkwads who use their power to shove other people around. And I especially hate prissy-ass beer.

  “Hey, are you okay?”

  I look up to find Alexis’ blue eyes are filled with concern. I let the last shred of label go as guilt fills me. She invited me out to have fun and gossip and all I’ve done is sulk.

  “It’s been a long week,” I say. “I’m nervous about starting a new job tomorrow. New boss, new rules, and all that. I just need a little distraction.” I lean forward. “So, tell me. What color do you think Barb’s hair will be next week?”

  “You don’t want to hear about Barb’s hair.” Ale
xis leans back in her seat. “You want to hear about the club.”

  Hell yes, I want to hear about the club. “Oh,” I say nonchalantly. “I guess I’m a little curious. I have heard rumors.”

  “The rumors don’t do it justice.” Alexis pauses to take a drink and I want to jump out of my chair and shake the answers out of her.

  “Are there not orgies then?” I say with a laugh to try and sound like I could never believe such a silly rumor.

  “Oh, there’s orgies alright. Videotaped orgies with viewing screens.”

  I gasp. It sounds too dirty to be true. “Where?”

  “Upstairs, in the fantasy rooms. You can pick what you want to do and if you want to watch or be watched. It’s actually pretty fun and very good for de-stressing. This place is all about working through desires you’re afraid of and finding inner peace,” she explains.

  A sex club seems like a strange place to search for inner peace, but I nod along. She’s talking like this place is a fancy spa where everyone does yoga and meditates.

  “Do you come here often? Because I’ve seen you running through my dreams.”

  The line is cheesy and directed entirely at Alexis. Alexis rolls her eyes and looks up at the man who’s approached our table. He’s sexy, with short dark hair and eyes that are focused completely on Alexis. The way he’s looking at her makes me shiver.

  “Tyson Crown, lawyer,” he says grandly, holding out his hand to her.

  “Alexis Fitzgerald, lawyer.” Her voice is laden with sarcasm. She doesn’t take his hand. She gestures toward me. “Macey Stuart, paralegal.”

  Tyson’s eyes don’t even flicker in my direction.

  “Charmed,” he says as he drops his hand. “I do think I’ve seen you around, though.”

  “That would make sense, seeing as I’ve been around.”

  “Of course. Didn’t I see you in the dungeon room?” he asks.

  Alexis’ eyes widen.

  I have to clap a hand over my mouth to smother a laugh. Alexis in a dungeon room? What was she thinking?

  Maybe she was thinking it would be super hot to be chained up and vulnerable… I shut down the thought. I didn’t come here to enjoy the fantasy rooms, though it would make my mind off the turmoil brewing in my head.

  Alexis jumps to her feet, grabs Tyson’s sleeve and hauls him away from our table. I have no idea where she’s going. She could be about to give him an earful, or she could be hauling him off to one of those fantasy rooms to fuck him. You never really know with her.

  I pick up the gross beer and take a sip, then cringe. Yep, just as bad as I remembered.

  “Do you mind if I sit here? I don’t like to drink alone.”

  I look up and nearly run in the other direction. The man standing in front of me pointing to Alexis’ seat with one hand and holding a damn fancy drink in the other is hot enough to melt my panties at twenty paces. He’s like a walking, talking fantasy. His frame is tall and muscular, his hair shaggy and golden. His eyes are so blue that I could sink into them and never remember which way is up again. He’s an invitation to sin and a demand for attention all rolled up in one.

  I swallow. I am so doomed.

  “Go ahead,” I say. “I don’t know when she’s coming back.”

  He takes Alexis’ seat and his eyes gleam. It’s like he has a secret and I want to find it out by kissing it out of him.

  No, no, no. It’s just the three sips of beer talking. It’s been months since I broke up with my last boyfriend and I haven’t had any sex since then. That’s all this sudden lust is.

  Letting this stranger sweep me off my feet would be a mistake. Unless it wouldn’t be.

  Wouldn’t it be nice to spend one single night completely uninhibited? I could escape my messy feelings over the deal I had to make with Gavin and feel good for probably the last time in a long time.

  One night. A stranger. A fantasy. I’d be lying if I said it wasn’t tempting.

  Chapter 3

  Lucas

  “I’m Lucas,” I say.

  She bites her lip in response. She’s even more gorgeous up close. I couldn’t see her eyes before and now I know they’re soft and worried. She hasn’t made up her mind about me yet. But I love the chase, so it’s only making me want her more.

  “No names,” she says. “This place is about fantasy, right?”

  “I have to call you something.” I lean forward. She looks up at me through her eyelashes and I vow right then that I’m not leaving this club tonight until I have her in a fantasy room.

  “Call me Roxanne,” she says.

  I laugh. “A bit obvious and long, don’t you think?”

  “I like obvious and long.” She raises an eyebrow at me and I like her even more. She’s a strange combination of reserved and crass. I don’t think I’ve ever met a woman like her before.

  “Okay, Roxanne. How about I give you a tour of the club?”

  Her eyes widen. “You mean the fantasy rooms?”

  I’m surprised she’s heard of the fantasy rooms. Only members are supposed to be told about what’s upstairs of the lounge. Her friend Alexis must have broken the rule and told her. I can hardly judge, considering I was about to break the rule myself.

  “Yes, the fantasy rooms. I’m interested to see if there’s anything you might like.”

  She takes a quick sip of beer and pulls a face.

  “Not good?” I ask.

  “I hate craft beer,” she says. “This place is way too fancy for me.”

  “You get used to it,” I say. “I grew up on a ranch. The expensive drinks were a shock to me at first, too. Back home we made our own moonshine.”

  My mystery woman throws back her head and laughs. She’s fucking gorgeous and she’s got a great, throaty laugh. “I can’t picture you brewing moonshine.”

  “I wasn’t born in a suit, you know,” I say.

  Her eyes grow speculative as she looks me over, then she blushes and looks away. I can tell I’ve got her hooked. I wish she’d use those full, rosebud lips to say something dirty about me but I’m going to have to shock her into it.

  “So how about it, Roxanne? Tour?”

  She fiddles with her beer for a moment. “Tour,” she says finally. She slides out of the booth and stretches when she stands up. Her shirt pulls up and reveals a strip of smooth skin around her waist. I stare at the way and the fabric bunches under her tits. My cock starts to go hard. I look away and try to think about ice water… sliding across her skin…

  “Are we going?” she asks.

  “Yes.” I stand abruptly and get my thoughts back under control. Fuck, she’s got me acting like a horny teenager.

  I head o the member’s only staircase in the back of the lounge that leads to the fantasy rooms. I have no idea which one is going to turn her on. It’s a novel sensation for me. I’m usually already aware of the preferences of the woman I’m with, but this one is a cipher.

  I hear her heels clicking on the staircase behind me. I hadn’t even noticed she was wearing heels. It’s another odd detail about her I like. I have an insane urge to wrap my arms around her and spend hours talking to her to try and pick her apart to figure out what makes this mess of contradictions work.

  I debate which room to show her first. I check the strip of lights along the ceiling that indicate which ones are occupied. If I’m going to give her a tour, I might as well make it complete. I open the first door for her with a flourish.

  She steps past me, her muscles tensed. As soon as she sees what I’ve just walked her into she takes a quick step backwards and her back hits my chest. I can feel the smooth curve of her ass against my groin and I wonder if she’ll feel my cock already at half-mast.

  “Can they see us?” she hisses.

  “No.” We’re standing in the voyeuristic room behind the one-way view screen. All the couple on the other side in the exhibitionist room can see is a mirror.

  The woman is a stacked brunette and she writhes against the wall as a tall r
ed head pounds his body against hers. It’s incredibly hot. On any other night I might have wanted to fuck the brunette myself, but my curiosity about my mystery girl is out of control. I can’t even think about screwing another woman with her body pressed up against mine.

  “This room is for watching,” I say. “The people on the other side choose that room because they want to be seen.”

  I see her throat move as she swallows. “Oh.”

  I can tell she’s getting turned on. Her nipples are peaked through the thin fabric of her shirt and her mouth is slightly open as she breathes. I want to run my hands down her hips then push her against the glass and have her hard against it.

  If I have her here she might leave afterward and then our time would be over. I’m strangely reluctant to let her go, so I take her hand and lead her out of the room. “Next up is the dungeon.”

  “I’m not big on the whips and chains thing,” she says. Her voice wavers, giving away her doubt.

  “Why don’t you wait to find out before you make up your mind.”

  She looks up at me with wide eyes. “Are you suggesting we should actually try the dungeon room?”

  I thought about it for a moment. “Not right now. I want to show you all the rooms first and see what you like. I meant look in and think about it, not jump into a pair of cuffs and beg me to whip you.”

  She shivered and looked away. Her fingers began to fiddle with the hem of her shirt. I didn’t know her signals well enough to tell whether I’d turned her on or lost her interest. I was worried about scaring her off. After all, I had no idea what turned her on or what her limits were. She’d acted pretty damn turned on in the voyeur room, though. That makes me think that her limits are higher than she’d like to admit.

  Second Circle is all about encouraging decadence and letting go of reservations, but this is my mystery woman’s first night and outside these walls having kinks is often seen as a flaw. She doesn’t seem like the kind of woman who would tolerate flaws in herself. She’s probably spent years trying to stomp out all her urges.