Please, Boss: A Bad Boy Office Romance
Copyright 2017 by Juliana Conners; All Rights Reserved.
Published by Swann Song Books.
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This book is a work of fiction and any similarities to real places, people or events are entirely coincidental. This book may not be reproduced or distributed in any format except for short quotes for review purposes, without the express written consent of the author.
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“I want to do to you what spring does to the cherry trees.”
Pablo Neruda, Poem XIV: Every Day You Play
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To M, Q, S and MW.
And to Lauren V., with thanks for all you do and with happy birthday wishes!
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Table of Contents
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Chapter 1 – Cameron
Chapter 2 – Cameron
Chapter 3 – Ruby
Chapter 4 – Cameron
Chapter 5 – Ruby
Chapter 6 – Ruby
Chapter 7 – Cameron
Chapter 8 – Cameron
Chapter 9 – Ruby
Chapter 10 – Ruby
Chapter 11 – Cameron
Chapter 12 – Ruby
Chapter 13 – Cameron
Chapter 14 – Ruby
Chapter 15 – Cameron
Chapter 16 – Cameron
Chapter 17 – Ruby
Chapter 18 – Ruby
Chapter 19 – Ruby
Chapter 20 – Cameron
Chapter 21 – Ruby
Chapter 22 – Cameron
Chapter 23 – Cameron
Chapter 24 – Cameron
Chapter 25 – Ruby
Chapter 26 – Cameron
Chapter 27 – Ruby
Chapter 28 – Ruby
Chapter 29 – Ruby
Chapter 30 – Cameron
Epilogue
HARLOW: A Military Bad Boy Romance
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
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Chapter 40
Chapter 41
Chapter 42
Chapter 43
Chapter 44
Chapter 45
Chapter 46
Chapter 47
Chapter 48
Chapter 49
Chapter 50
Chapter 51
Chapter 52
Chapter 53
Chapter 54
Chapter 55
LARSON: An Outlaw MC Bad Boy Romance Chapter 1 – Brynn
Chapter 2 – Brynn
Chapter 3 – Brynn
Chapter 4 – Brynn
Chapter 5 – Larson
Chapter 6 – Larson
Chapter 7 – Brynn
Chapter 8 – Brynn
Chapter 9 – Larson
Chapter 10 – Brynn
Chapter 11 – Larson
Chapter 12 – Brynn
Chapter 13 – Larson
Chapter 14 – Brynn
Chapter 15 – Larson
Chapter 16 – Larson
Chapter 17 - Brynn
Chapter 18 – Larson
Chapter 19 – Brynn
Chapter 20 – Brynn
Chapter 21 – Larson
Chapter 22 – Larson
Chapter 23 – Brynn
Chapter 24 – Larson
Chapter 25 – Larson
Chapter 26 – Brynn
Chapter 27 – Brynn
Chapter 28 – Larson
Chapter 29 – Larson
Chapter 30 – Larson
Chapter 31 – Brynn
Chapter 31 – Brynn
Chapter 32 – Brynn
Chapter 33 – Brynn
Chapter 34 – Larson
Chapter 35 – Larson
Chapter 36 – Brynn
Chapter 37 – Larson
Chapter 38 – Brynn
Chapter 39 – Brynn
Chapter 40 – Larson
Chapter 41 – Brynn
Chapter 42 – Larson
Chapter 43 – Brynn
Chapter 44 – Larson
Chapter 45 – Larson
Chapter 46 – Brynn
Chapter 47 – Larson
SNEAK PEEK EXCERPT OF YES, BOSS (Asher & Madilyn’s Story)
Chapter 1 – Madilyn
Chapter 2 – Madilyn
Chapter 3 – Madilyn
Chapter 4 – Madilyn
Chapter 5 – Madilyn
Chapter 6 – Madilyn
Chapter 7 – Asher
Chapter 8 – Asher
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Chapter 1 – Cameron
Today is not a good fucking day. In fact, it’s the worst day I’ve had in a while.
First, I lost a fucking hearing today and I almost never lose hearings. It’s all because of a new judge on the bench— Baez— who doesn’t know what the fuck he’s doing. His ruling came out of nowhere and makes no sense at all. This argument s
hould have been a surefire win. But thanks to Baez, I lost.
Sure, I’ll win on appeal. That’s definitely a sure thing, because the court of appeals justices are smart— unlike that new idiot Baez— and it doesn’t hurt that I play golf with three out of five of them once or twice a month, and made hefty donations to their campaigns.
I’ll turn this one around. I never lose in the long run because I only take winning cases and I’m a damn good lawyer. One of the best there is. But I hate losing even in the short term. And worse, I hate coming back to the office after I lose a fucking case.
The second shitty thing that happened today is that everyone is staring at me and whispering under their breath as I’m forced to take my little walk of shame from the elevator in the lobby to my office on the partners’ floor. The secretaries’ eyes are downcast while the partners raise their eyebrows at me in a jeering manner. Everyone’s thinking the same damn thing.
“Woah buddy, heard you took a beating today,” someone calls out.
I know from his voice, without having to turn around and look, who said it. Fucking Asher Marks. My best friend and law partner. He’s the only one other than me who has the balls to say what everyone else is thinking. Usually I admire this trait of his but I don’t fucking need to hear his bullshit right now.
“Make sure to exercise your preemptive strike on Baez,” I announce loudly to everyone in the office, ignoring the fucking shit-eating grin on Asher’s face.
“Oh sure, blame it on the judge,” Asher says. “It couldn’t possibly be due to anything you did or didn’t do.”
“I’m serious,” I hurl back at him, and everyone. “Judge Baez is as plaintiff-friendly as they come.”
On my way back to the office, I’d shot out an email to a trial lawyers’ list I belong to, asking about Judge Baez. Granted, I should have done that a lot earlier— while I was preparing for the hearing. Asher’s right on that count but I’m not about to admit it.
The former judge— Elliot— that I am used to appearing in front of had fallen ill right in the middle of this case and is on an indefinite leave of absence. Judge Baez was appointed interim judge and I should have looked into whether or not to strike him during the first ten days after notification of his appointment, which the rules allow me to do.
But I’d heard that Judge Elliot had just checked himself into rehab for the eighth fucking time, and he’s always back better than ever after his standard twenty-eight days are up. I figured no judge could be dumb enough to grant summary judgment this early on in the case and that it wasn’t worth the hassle of paperwork.
Turns out I was obviously fucking very wrong. A flurry of email responses had come in, letting me know that this interim Judge Baez is a bleeding heart pro-plaintiff’s guy through and through. He had already granted lots of judgments in the plaintiffs’ favor in cases against big corporations left and right in the fifteen days he’d been on the bench.
And of course I’m representing a big corporation. Because I make a shit ton of money, and big corporations have the ability to keep it that way.
Don’t get me wrong, I do pro bono work too. And I take on cases I believe in. Like right now I’m about to represent the manufacturer of toys for kids with disabilities. His name is Damien Hudson.
There’s not a lot of money in such cases. But I believe in the guy’s work. I want to help.
But obviously I have bills to pay too. Big ones. Like the one for my fucking yacht. And my jet skis. And my jet that takes me to the yacht and the jet skis. Therefore, in general I represent the biggest, filthy rich and often downright scummy corporations. And apparently this Judge Baez has a problem with that.
“Oh sure, you just lost the case because the judge has a soft spot for the little guy,” Asher laughs. “Good thing Volcan Corp. has the money and the resources to fight this unfair ruling. How dare the court be so unjust against a giant entity used to stomping its way to victory?”
He just can’t let it go. I know he’s joking— giving me a hard time because he knows I’ll win on appeal and we’ll get even more money along the way from the legal bills our client will have to pay to fight Judge Baez’s original crazy decision— but I’m not in the fucking mood.
“Judge Baez is seriously not someone we want on any of our cases,” I tell him. “Not that you would know what the hell has been going on in them lately anyway.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” he growls at me, but I just turn away.
Asher knows exactly what I fucking mean. He’s been too busy fucking Madilyn, his latest bright and shiny new associate— whom he likes to refer to as his “mentee” but is really his office plaything— to pay attention to anything going on in this firm.
His firm, my firm and Reed’s firm. That we started together even though Asher is always the one who takes— and gets— all the credit for it. And which has so much respect for me that everyone is secretly laughing at me because I just lost one case for the stupidest reason ever: a bleeding heart judge who’s too new to know how things work.
I clear my throat.
“Listen up everybody,” I call out.
The secretaries sitting in their cubicles finally lift up their eyes to meet mine, although a bit hesitantly.
“I want everyone to search through all of our active files and find any of them that have Baez assigned as the judge. We’re going to need to file Motions to Recuse for Cause in all of them. We’ll cite his bias and the fact that all he’s done since taking the bench is rule against corporations such as our clients. Does everyone understand?”
There’s a mumbling of “Yes, Sir” that ripples through the office, as the secretaries dutifully pull up their case lists on their computers and search for Baez. At first they’re rather reluctant but as I stand there looking at each and every one of them, their typing gets more urgent from the sound of things and their throats start clearing nervously.
Good. They’re finally taking me seriously, even if Asher isn’t. That’ll give them something better to do than sitting around watching cat videos on Youtube or messaging their friends on Facebook to tell them about how their boss and co-founder of the firm, Cameron Sanchez, just lost a case and is now losing his shit over it and making their lives harder because of it.
“I’ll go search the file room,” says a pleasant voice out of nowhere, sounding calm and collected despite my harsh attempts to scare the ever-living bejesus into my staff. “I’ll be right back with all the Baez files.”
“How are you going to do that?” I ask her, looking up and down at the person who had just said it.
I’m not just looking at her because she’s fucking hot but also because she sounds so brazen in her promise and confident in her abilities.
I know this chick. Kind of. Her name’s Ruby.
She’s what we call a floater— a secretary or assistant of sorts who fills in where needed and does any task required of her, without being assigned to any certain attorney. Those kinds of jobs are one of the lowest of the low around here— although being a “runner”/delivery boy, a mailroom clerk or the janitor might be a bit lower on the totem pole.
Normally I wouldn’t have known her from anyone but she kind of fucking stands out. She has brown hair with some streaks of purple dye running through it like these kids think is okay to wear to work these days.
I don’t know why no one around here has made her fix that but I’m kind of glad they haven’t. Because on her it looks kind of fucking hot. Like I just want to run my hands through those streaks in her hair while I pull it back and tell her to do what I want.
And she also has a banging fucking body. And that’s how I know her name. Because some of the other guys call her “Ruby Don’t You Wanna,” which is what they call any hot girl around here that they wish they could fuck.
All the partners have commented on how much they’d like to hit that but then everyone always says Asher is the only one who would ever be stupid enough to try. Except that he prefers new ass
ociate lawyers, not assistants and certainly not floaters.
But yeah. I’d like to hit that. I’d love some of that Ruby Don’t You Wanna. She’s got curves in all the right places and a round yet somehow still tight ass that bounces like a little fitness ball when she walks.
And she’s fucking young— she looks like a teenager although they say she’s twenty. Sure, I’d hit that. If I could. And I’d hit it a lot better than all the other partners could, too.
I’m not as dumb as Asher though. I bang plenty of chicks outside the office but I don’t like to shit where I eat. Even though I’d love to eat her undoubtedly juicy little pussy. And I don’t like to mix business with pleasure, even though I’m sure my ten inch cock could give her plenty of pleasure.
I’ve never had things as easy as Asher and I know I can’t take what I’ve built for granted. Even though I’d like to tie this Ruby girl up, I know it would have the power to take me down. So I won’t. I just wish I could.
Chapter 2 – Cameron
I look at the smirk on Asher’s face and wish I really could just go around taking the chances that he does. With the complete shameless attitude that he does.
Asher thinks that he single-handedly built this firm and that he’s invincible against anything ever destroying it, even his own actions. He and I go way back— he was my friend in fucking middle school— so I cut him a lot of slack but I think his voracious appetite and playboy ways with the women he hires and supervises could land him in hot water. I’m always the one picking up the pieces and helping him out of the fucking jams he gets himself into.
Asher doesn’t know how easy he has everything. He’s not from the barrio like me— the part of town that is literally referred to as the “War Zone” in Albuquerque. He’s from the posh Northeast Heights neighborhood my mama had to drive to every day— first to scrub rich peoples’ floors and then to drop me off on her way at the private school I had been awarded a scholarship to attend, for being smart and good at tests but mostly for driving up their diversity numbers.
Asher’s parents had plenty of money to send him to the school I was lucky enough to have my way paid for me to be able to attend— a fact that none of my rich benefactors ever stopped rubbing in my fucking face for the entire six years I was there.
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