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Protected by my Boss: A Billionaire and his Secretary Romance

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by Tia Siren




  Protected by my Boss

  A Billionaire and his Secretary Romance

  Tia Siren

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  I'm going to take her virginity - and then she's going to write about it.

  The moment Stella comes to work for me and my fashion magazine, I know I have to have her.

  She’s one of the sexiest women I’ve seen in ages, and her intelligence and natural writing abilities just add to her appeal.

  So when she pitches her story proposal, I decide I’m going to be the one it’s about.

  But the consequences might just destroy both our careers… especially if there’s a baby.

  Table of Contents

  Personal Note

  Protected by my Boss

  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

  Personal Note

  Hey bad girl,

  Do you love reading dominant alpha romances? I’ve got three for you!

  Thank you for downloading and reading Protected by my Boss, a novel of 80000 words. It’s a romance about a billionaire boss who will stop at nothing to protect his secretary, claiming her as his own.

  Once you finish, you’ll just want to continue reading!

  As a special bonus for your enjoyment, I’ve also included a baby romance titled, The Billionaire’s Baby, a light BDSM romance (which are hot right now) titled, Tied to Him, and second chance boss romance called, ManCandy.

  So go on. Spoil yourself.

  xx Tia.

  Protected by my Boss

  My secretary needs my protection.

  I’m a billionaire. I’m used to taking what’s mine.

  But Joanna is the one woman I’ll keep out of my bed.

  Don’t get me wrong. She’s hot.

  Curves that make a man hard - and the purity of an angel.

  But a man like me doesn’t crush angels.

  Her psycho ex is coming after her.

  I’ll hide her away in my mansion out of town.

  Just me and her – and my desire to f*ck her.

  But I won’t touch her.

  I won’t take advantage of her.

  She wants to show me her gratitude.

  Begs to repay me.

  Fine.

  I’ll let her strip for me and then picture her body later - imaging it’s her hand on my c*ck.

  That’s as far as I’ll let it go.

  But who the hell am I kidding?

  I’m hard - but I’m not made of steel.

  Chapter 1

  Bastian

  I grinned down at the iPad while I scanned the offer I’d received in my email. A young startup company had a killer app that had a lot of potential. They just needed an investor to help them get going, so they came to me. Half a million dollars was pocket change to me, but in exchange, they were willing to give me fifty percent of the company. It was a great deal and a great fucking way to start my Wednesday morning—a high-end payday with a company that was going to make me even richer.

  I typed out a crisp reply to them before sending the document off again. I made a mental note to tell Roger, once he was back in after his sick days, that we needed to set up a conference call with this company. It was a pain in the ass not having my assistant here to help, but I hated the idea of someone full of shitty germs sitting at the desk right outside my door. The last thing I wanted to deal with was being sick.

  I did everything possible to make sure I didn’t get sick. I took a shit-ton of Vitamin C every day. I ran every morning, even out in cold, wintry days like this one. I ran my health and life the way I ran my business—strict and orderly with little time for bullshit.

  “Mr. Burke?”

  I glanced over at the phone on my desk when Joanna Lind’s pleasant voice filled my office through the intercom. She had a timid voice when it came to directly dealing with me. Not that I minded her shyness. It had been a bit of a turn-on since the day I hired her to help out with the front office, but also to help Roger when he was out sick. She made a nice addition to the office. She worked hard, and everyone loved her.

  And I certainly didn’t mind those killer fucking curves of hers.

  “Yes,” I said coolly. “What is it?”

  “Ashton Wilkes is here to see you for your ten-thirty meeting,” Joanna said. “Would you like me to send him in now?”

  I was partially tempted to say no. Ashton had called two days ago with a proposition that he believed I would be interested in, but I didn’t know what exactly he wanted to get me involved in. After being friends with him for a few years, he trusted me to handle whatever he had in mind. I wasn’t even sure if billionaires like ourselves had real friends, though. When it came to money, it changed people’s moral compasses. I was guilty of it myself sometimes—not that I was proud of it.

  “Let him in,” I said and turned my iPad off. “If you can move my eleven o’clock meeting to another time, that would be great, Joanna.”

  “Of course, sir. Right away.”

  So prompt and submissive. It made my mind wander in directions that weren’t appropriate.

  The doors to my office opened a minute later. Ashton strolled in and deposited himself in the chair across from me, unbuttoning the front of his suit jacket in the process. He flashed a grin that showed just how excited he was.

  “I assume there’s a reason why you needed to see me,” I said, sitting back in my chair. I arched an eyebrow at him. “Correct? I have a busy schedule to keep up with over here.”

  Ashton waved his hand airily. “Of course,” he said. “I didn’t come here to see your pleasant face this morning. I have an acquisition you might be interested in.”

  “What is it?” I asked, my interest piqued.

  “A fashion conglomerate based right here in Salt Lake,” Ashton said. “The CEO, a woman, just upped and quit after a shitty quarter, and the company is in utter chaos right now. I’m pretty sure it can be picked up cheap.”

  I caught on to the hint then. Scrubbing a hand across my stubbled jaw, I stared across my desk at Ashton with a frown. Female CEO. Fashion conglomerate. That sounded vaguely familiar to me.

  “What’s the name of the business?” I asked.

  “Jacob’s Fashion is the name,” Ashton said. “It’s been all over the news for the past two days since the CEO, Donna Jacobs, fled the country. Went to South America or some shit like that.” He paused to give me a long and hard look. “You seem to know her judging from that sour look on your face.”

  Up until
a month ago, I had known Donna Jacob’s very well inside the bedroom. The woman knew how to fuck hard. She knew the definition of being discreet, too, which was an added bonus. Her tricks in bed had grown old for me, though. The relationship, as casual as it was, fizzled out on its own. We both stopped calling each other, which was a small relief for me because I hated clinginess. Donna had her own business to run, so pining after a casual fling wasn’t high on her priority list.

  I cleared my throat. “Yeah, I know her.”

  “In a business sense? Or in a personal sense?”

  “Both,” I replied and bit my tongue in aggravation when Ashton sighed. “Don’t even start the lecture. Donna and I had an agreement a month ago that whatever happened in the bedroom remained there. She didn’t give a flying fuck, and neither did I.”

  “When is this going to stop, though?” Ashton asked. “I’ve been your friend for a long time now, Bastian. The crazy one-night stands have to stop eventually.”

  “Do they?” I asked, leaning back in my chair. “I’m fine with the way things are. I’m not married anymore. I can have fun outside my work, believe it or not.”

  “I don’t think you’re having any sort of fun. I think you’re trying to lick your wounds after what happened with Sierra.”

  My ex-wife’s name awoke a tingling anger inside me. Sierra had pulled the shades down over my eyes years ago when we’d met through a mutual friend in investments. I had fallen in love with her too quickly. That had been my first critical mistake in a list of even more critical and fucked-up ones. I had let good sex blind me in other areas of my life—including my bank accounts and wallet, which Sierra gladly took advantage of until I cut her off.

  “The string of broken hearts behind you is long, my friend,” Ashton said, sighing. “I admire you for what you’ve done with your life, but don’t you think it’s time to settle back down again?”

  “No,” I said shortly. “I don’t think it is.”

  The idea of marriage sent a cold shudder through me. I had been a romantic type of guy before Sierra. The kind of guy who believed marriage was for life. My alimony checks were living proof that marriages could turn into World War III in the blink of an eye. It was too fucking painful to even think about all of it anymore. I did my best to erase the memories by either slipping in between some woman’s legs for just a few minutes of unadulterated pleasure or having a few drinks in the privacy of my home office.

  “I’ve been talking to Jennifer about a few things,” Ashton continued, playing with the wedding band on his finger. “There is a woman at her office who—”

  I held up a hand to interrupt Ashton’s offer. “No offense, Ashton, but I’m not in the mood to be set up. I’m perfectly fine with how things are in my life, and a blind date sounds like absolute torture.”

  Ashton’s phone chimed in his pocket. He pulled it out to glance at the number before slipping it back into his coat.

  “Just an offer,” he said. “I know how bad things got with Sierra, so I just thought—”

  “I’m perfectly fine with how things are in my life,” I snapped and grabbed my iPad pointedly to power it back on. “Anything else, Ashton? I have a lot of work to do.”

  “Right, of course. Just consider it.” Ashton rose from the chair and strode across my office to open my office doors. “I’ll make sure to forward everything to you about the Jacob’s Fashion business. Major money. You won’t be disappointed.”

  I didn’t bother with a reply. Bitterness festered in me as I shut down the iPad, tossing it carelessly into the chair across from my desk. Why the fuck does everyone have to bring Sierra into my conversations and my life? She doesn’t want to be in it, and I don’t want her in it.

  A gentle knock on my office doors brought my gaze upward to Joanna Lind, who was standing nervously in the doorway of my office. Lust spiraled through me as I took in the curves of her hips through that black pencil skirt she wore. I fucking loved a woman in a pencil skirt. It was the perfect combination of classy and sexy. It covered everything but still showed off every line of a woman’s body.

  Her ample breasts were noticeable, too, through the tight purple sweater that clung to her in all the right places. Joanna was a wet dream walking around my office. It took all my strength to keep myself from swooping down on her like many of the men in my office wanted to. If there were any relationships in my company, they were kept quiet and private. Which was the way I wanted it to be.

  “I’m sorry,” she said, holding a few files close to her chest. Her blue eyes skirted my face nervously. “I, um, needed to give these to you. Roger said it was important to give you these documents today.”

  “When did Roger call you?” I asked, frowning. “I thought he was out sick with something in his throat.”

  Joanna’s eyes focused on the carpeted floor. “He emailed me instructions this morning, sir. I hope that’s all right. He didn’t want me to miss anything today that would upset you.”

  That timid voice. I had no idea where Joanna had picked up that shyness. It was a strange turn-on even though I normally adored the alpha females who could fuck, leave, and never call me again. Those were my type of women. Until Joanna. I took in her fair blonde hair that was curled about her pretty, pale face full of nerves. A shudder went up my spine, but I forced myself not to show any signs of a reaction. I kept my face set in a stony expression, a skill I’d mastered from years of dealing with business meetings. There were three things that I liked to keep private: my income, my business, and my love life.

  I straightened up in my chair to scoot closer to my desk. Not to look more authoritative, but because I could feel my cock hardening at the memory of the fantasy I’d had the other night with Joanna as the star. I nodded sharply for her to come deposit the files on my desk. The smell of vanilla filled my nose briefly as she stood close to me and waited while I went over the papers.

  An awkward silence hung in my office. The heater clicked on to combat the chilly winter day outside. Joanna smoothed her hands over the front of her sweater while she waited for me to sign the papers. I glanced through the documents quickly, scribbled my name on the dotted line, and then handed them back over to Joanna, who swept them up promptly.

  “I’ll file these right away,” she said softly. “Thank you.”

  She turned to walk out of my office without waiting for a reply. It gave me the opportunity to take in her perfectly rounded ass before the doors closed behind her. I let out a pained groan. Sitting back in my chair, I gazed up at the ceiling of my office while frustration lanced through me. Touching the females in my office had never been on my mind before Joanna. I kept my work and personal life completely separate, but all of that had changed when Joanna came into my office looking for a job.

  I shook my head in disgust at myself. My libido was ugly sometimes. As long as it was satisfied, it didn’t care who it went after or how complicated it could make my life. It would drive me crazy in the meantime, having Joanna so close to me, if I didn’t find a release somewhere. I needed to find someone who would be willing to release this tension in me, because I didn’t dare touch Joanna. She was too innocent, and I couldn’t bear the thought of inflicting that type of heartbreak on her.

  Chapter 2

  Joanna

  I closed Bastian’s office doors behind me before letting out a shaky breath. It didn’t matter how many months I had worked here for him—I still felt that tingly nervousness in my stomach when I was around him. Any woman who came across Bastian Burke felt that fluttery sensation. I was sure of it. He was a walking Greek god of a man, from those bulging muscles that threatened to tear the seams of his shirts and pants to the brown hair with golden honey highlights. Not to mention those dreamy cerulean-colored eyes that were stormy and distant. Even a bit cold at times.

  But I had felt those eyes leave fiery trails when Bastian looked at me. They had skimmed across my hips, breasts, and even my backside. I had felt it, even though a rational part of me told me it
was my imagination running wild again. I’d had my fantasies about Bastian. Fantasies that left me wet and aching.

  Like now, for instance. Moisture pooled between my thighs. I could feel it soaking through the fabric of my underwear.

  I cleared my throat as I walked across the sprawling floor to sit down at my desk. Working for Burke Management was a dream come true in a shitty job market. I couldn’t complain about the nice paychecks, the generous benefits, and the paid vacation time. Salt Lake City was booming with jobs, but not the type of jobs that Burke Management provided.

  My phone buzzed from inside my desk drawer. Just hearing it rattle against the wood made my stomach clench into dreadful knots, but I reached in to pull it out anyway. If I didn’t reply now, Sid would text me all day, every fifteen minutes, until he got the response he wanted. It was just better to answer it now instead of having my phone going off all day while I tried to concentrate on work.

  When are u going to be home?

  I texted back quickly. Five thirtyish. Gotta go. Boss doesn’t like it when we’re on our phones.

  Coming to work every single day at Burke Management wasn’t just a blessing—it was a damn break from the mess my personal life was. Years ago, Sid had been the ideal boyfriend. He had been sweet, charming, and protective over everyone in his life. He attributed it to being a police detective. He’d seen the worse that anyone could imagine, and he dealt with crime all day long.

  These days, though, his protectiveness had turned into something completely different. It was overbearing. Controlling. Suffocating. I had no idea how it was possible to break free of someone like Sid, who had connections everywhere I turned. I cared about him, though. It wasn’t always so bad. There were good times, really good times to remind me of the relationship we had started off with.

  Fingers snapped in front of my face.

  “Sabrina,” I said, clutching at my racing heart. “Don’t sneak up on me like that! Where did you come from?”

 

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