The Boss's Son: My Office Romance
By Sierra Rose
3.5/5
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Relationships
Personal Growth
Self-Discovery
Intimacy
Romance
Love Triangle
Second Chance Romance
Forbidden Love
Enemies to Lovers
Love at First Sight
Friends to Lovers
One-Night Stand
Office Romance
Opposites Attract
Star-Crossed Lovers
Trust
Love & Relationships
Friendship
Attraction
Family
About this ebook
This is a 3 book novella series. 18+ due to sexual situations.
Britt woke up in Jack's glorious arms.
Jack…whatever his last name was. She hadn't a clue who he was. Kicking her way out of the sheet, Britt got to her feet and clutched her head instantly. It pounded like an unsuccessful road construction project and her teeth hurt, actually ached from the hangover. Stumbling to the bathroom with annoyance, she drank water and took a shower and drank more water, chastising herself for letting it get this bad.
She knew to drink water and take aspirin before bed to help curb this hideous feeling. She needed a full breakfast, something big. But she was stuck with this guy who thought it was socially acceptable to hang out after a one-night stand. Britt didn't have any experience with a one-nighter except that time in college with the one guy in her women's studies class, the one with the tattoo of a hard drive motherboard on his chest. That hadn't ended well but for sure he had at least had the courtesy to leave her dorm immediately afterward. Were they supposed to have breakfast together? Bond in some way? She had work. He had…probably the unemployment line or guitar practice or something. Mainly, she needed head-space to get ready for her day and try to forget what she'd done the night before, namely some guitarist whose last name was a mystery better left unsolved. The guy was HOT! But she knew she would never see him again.
Or would she?
SERIES:
The Boss's Son - Part 1
The Boss's Son - Part 2
The Boss's Son - Part 3
Spinoff - Marj's Story (Britt's best friend)
Accidentally Married To The Billionaire - Part 1
Accidentally Married To The Billionaire - Part 2
Accidentally Married To The Billionaire - Part 3
Spinoff - Charlie (Jack's brother)
Swept Away: Charlie's Story
Breathless: Charlie's Story
Safe in His Arms: Charlie's Story
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Book preview
The Boss's Son - Sierra Rose
Other books by Sierra Rose:
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WARNING: This is a novella. 18+ due to sexual situations. This is a 3 book series. Book 2 is coming out in July. This ends with a cliffhanger and the story will be continued in book 2.
There is a cliff hanger and part 2 will pick up there.
When Julia Ferguson finds out her father is dying, she is devastated. He tells her his biggest regret is not getting the chance to dance with her at her wedding reception. So what does Julia do? She creates the perfect wedding reception. But there’s one problem. Julia doesn’t have a groom. Nonetheless, she plans a small wedding reception for close friends and family so her father will get his last dying wish. But when the press hears about the heartwarming story, Julia creates a media buzz. The story goes viral and her simple wedding reception goes from a backyard event to being hosted at one of the most elegant ballrooms in New York City. And when billionaire, Luke Ellison, enters the mix, the press goes wild. Can Julia fight her attraction toward a man who broke her heart so many years ago?
She thinks he’s despicable. He wants her back...with a vengeance.
BOOK TRAILER: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pZ8m9f7JDzk
Short blurb: A woman must travel around the globe with her despicable ex in order to get her hands on her inheritance.
My Despicable Ex longer blurb:
Ashly Roberts and Jake Connors are barely twenty when they decide to take the proverbial plunge and walk down the aisle to exchange vows in front of the dearly beloved. Basking in bridal bliss, Ashly feels she is living the perfect fairytale, until she’s faced with a runaway groom, dumped at the altar by bad-boy fiancé, Jake Connors.
Five years later, Jake steps back into her life...
He realizes that being a no-show for their nuptials was the worst mistake of his life. A little older and more mature, he is ready to fight for Ashly’s love once again. When Ashly sees him, she can’t deny the attraction she feels, but her hormones are overruled by the horror of what he did to her in the past. Nevertheless, Jake’s most potent weapon, those dazzling baby blues, ignites a spark in Ashly, no matter how angry she wants to be. She cannot deny the spark, and she only hopes the inferno it ignites will not consume her heart again.
*This is a two book series* (All of your answers won't be answered in book 1)
Addictive Collision tells the story of twenty-five-year-old Morgan Tyler, who works as a receptionist at Belmont University and also takes classes on the side. She journeys through the pain of being trapped in a sexless marriage. Tired of having a roommate for a husband, she explores her options. Should she stay in the confines of her unhappy marriage or make the painful decision to leave? As she debates what direction her life should take, sparks begin to fly with a hot, hunky mailman named Foster. Is it time to move on with her life, or should Morgan fight for the man who is ignoring her?
Chapter 1
BRITT COLLIER WAS PERILOUSLY close to losing her shit. She was the only accountant on the payroll currently and while she didn’t mind answering relevant questions, she didn’t need her smarmy boss leaning over her desk. He was obviously craning his neck to get a view down her blouse. Familiar with this tactic, she had her blouse buttoned up high and a tank top on beneath it so even in the case of some catastrophic button apocalypse; she’d still be safeguarded from his prying eyes. If the small company had an HR department, she’d file a complaint for sexual harassment. As it was, the hiring manager was also the COO’s assistant so it wouldn’t exactly be news. The COO, also called the chief operations officer, director of operations, is a position that was one of the highest-ranking executive positions in an organization. Maybe someday, she’d get that high up the corporate ladder. A girl can always reach for the sky, right? In fact, Britt was pretty sure the assistant got her cushy dual-title job by doing some horizontal interviewing with Mr. Freeman himself.
Britt would’ve liked to imagine herself as a no-nonsense woman, a feminist who took no prisoners. However, she slumped at her desk miserably and said nothing as Freeman reached across her to point at her monitor. He couldn’t stop staring at her chest. She slid back from the desk in her wheeled office chair and stood.
That’s about enough,
she said.
Pardon me, Miss Collier?
he said, eyebrows raised warningly.
I explained all of this in my email. So if you don’t mind, I have expense accounts to update.
Sure. I know how busy you are.
If you’ll excuse me.
He smiled.
She breezed out of her own cubicle and went to the ladies room just to be away from him. She wished she could have said something cutting and clever, something that humiliated him the way his attempts to brush against her breasts humiliated her. To make herself feel better, she checked the date on her phone. Six more days, she told herself with a nod. Britt managed to get through the last hour of work, briskly double-checking spreadsheets and crossing items off her to-do list. She finished up a healthy ten minutes before five, with time enough to tidy her desk and make her list for tomorrow’s workday. As soon as the minute hand hit the twelve, she was on her feet, purse in hand.
Down the elevator from the eleventh floor which Creative Consulting occupied, she reached the lobby just as Marjorie, her best friend, emerged from the stairwell. Marj was training for a half marathon and maintained that elevators would weaken her. They headed by mutual consent to Joe’s Java, the coffee shop around the corner from the office building. They had a standing Thursday after-work coffee date.
Settling into a booth by the window, Britt sipped her caramel latte and sighed with relief. It was quiet there, but not the kind of quiet that she got at the office, with its annoying buzz of fluorescent lights overhead and the expectant shark-in-the-water silence as she strained to hear if Freeman approached. He wasn’t really a shark, she reasoned, more of an octopus with all those arms and hands. Marjorie got herself something with soy and protein powder that had a greenish cast to it.
That looks like paint. Ugly paint. Like doctor’s waiting room paint.
Thanks. It’s good though. Coconut water and kale and protein powder—
Sounds like paradise,
Britt groaned.
No, paradise would be three weeks in Bali with Ryan Gosling.
Still Ryan Gosling? Can we please move on from the Notebook?
Never. I’m nothing if not loyal.
How many guys have you dated this month exactly, Miss loyalty?
Britt said playfully.
That’s dating. Me and Ryan Gosling, that’s true love.
Does he know about this?
No, it’s better this way. I don’t want to break up his happy home.
How selfless of you. Freeman was in my office this afternoon pointing at my monitor.
Ugh. Did he drop a pen so he could peek up your skirt?
I wear pants for a reason.
So he went strictly for the boobs. I hear you,
Marj said ruefully. In a week he’ll be retired and groping his way through unfortunate bingo players down at the senior center.
Does he seem like a bingo guy?
No, he seems like he’d hang out down at the strip clubs and insist on making change out of the g-strings.
Ew. Yes he does. At least he won’t be breathing down our necks anymore.
You mean heavy breathing down our necks. He’s such a pervert.
Believe me, I won’t cry any tears when he leaves but what if the next guy is an even worse asshole?
Is that possible? I mean, Hitler’s dead, right?
Yes, but there are plenty of chauvinist pigs out there in the world of upper management. They like positions of authority when they’re not sunning themselves on a convenient rock.
Right. Well, let me see the houses.
Apartments. I’ve found three properties to choose from. I’m so excited to show them to Kevin tonight.
Six months is a long time. Where are you going to celebrate?
They just reopened Tamarind after a remodel and we’re dying to try it,
Britt said excitedly. I bought a new dress and everything.
You shopped? You must be excited about this.
Well, we’re moving in together after all these months. I’ve been looking forward to it. No more watching back to back episodes of Flip That House because I’m lonely and bored. We’ll be together and really start our life. I wanted to get someplace we could fix up together, make it our own, but Kevin isn’t really into diy.
Neither are you.
In all fairness, no, I don’t have a lot of home improvement skills but I’d like to learn. I watch those tutorials on how to strip and paint a bench from a yard sale and stuff and I’d like to try it.
You watch videos about benches? Honey, you need something better to look forward to than that.
What do you suggest I do?
Find yourself a nice video with Ryan Gosling in it.
You are impossible.
Britt shook her head and finished her latte.
I like this first one.
Me, too, but I think the kitchen’s too small. What if I had to assemble a lasagna or something. There’s no space on the worktops.
What are the odds that you’ll be assembling a lasagna? Are you counting taking one out of the freezer as assembly?
No, I’ve been watching these cooking shows and—
We have to get you premium channels. You’re watching lasagnas and benches and you think you like it. There’s more out there. Movies, shows about zombies and shit.
I’ll stick to the cooking. You can have the zombies and shit.
Thanks. What about the third one?
It’s my favorite. It has a rooftop garden. We could have one of those tables with the market umbrella and we could eat antipasto and watch the sun set.
If that’s your fantasy, go for it.
What?
It’s just that Kevin doesn’t seem like the antipasto at sunset type, unless he’s playing on his phone in the fantasy. He has a serious problem with the phone addiction.
Says the woman who calls Siri her bff?
She knows everything! Besides, you know she can’t replace you.
I think if I set the scene, maybe some terracotta pots with flowering plants or herbs in them, a chilled bottle of white wine, fresh blood oranges...
Is this a fantasy about Kevin or a fantasy about living in a magazine spread about Tuscany?
It’s my house fantasy, ‘kay? Let me have it. This may be my last chance to think about it. He may hate the idea of the roof garden.
Only if he has to climb stairs or anything else that requires putting down his phone. Seriously, Britt, I’m not sure you’ve thought this through. Do you want to live with someone like that?
He’s perfectly fine. He remembers my birthday and he always calls if he’s running late. What more could a girl want?
Attention. Excitement. Someone with a personality.
He has a personality.
Liking his phone and being afraid of olives is not a personality.
He isn’t afraid of them. He just doesn’t like them.
He practically laid an egg when the waiter put olives in his martini last week. I mean, what did he think came in a martini? A whole pineapple?
Okay so I can forget antipasto...but he’s a great guy and we’re going to have a fabulous life.
I hope you’re right,
she said. Anyway, we’re unloading the bastard boss so that’s a good thing.
Here’s a picture of the dress...
Britt pulled up a photo of the dress she’d bought for their dinner.
It’s stunning.
She smiled. Thanks.
I bet he rips it off of you.
Highly doubtful.
She sighed. Yeah, we are talking about Kevin here.
WHEN KEVIN CALLED TO ask her to meet him at Tamarind so he didn’t have to drive back across town just to pick her up, Britt told herself he was remarkably practical. He would probably get there first, secure a romantic table with a waterfront view and order her favorite wine so it would be waiting for her. She parked, got out of the car and smoothed the hem of her new dress. It was a little daring for her taste but the saleslady said it was sexy. It was a deep eggplant purple, fitted and off the shoulder. It hugged her curves in all the right places and she’d worn long silver earrings with it, a plummy pink lipstick and smoky eye makeup. She felt more glamorous than she ever had, more ready to be a real, grown-ass woman who made a commitment and lived with her partner.
Chapter 2
AS SHE SWEPT IN TO the restaurant, past its sleek brushed stainless steel bar and along the sandblasted floor out onto the waterfront terrace. There, in the flicker of candlelight, sat Kevin. He sat at a table at the back of the terrace, not near the water. There was no wine. He was playing with his phone. Shrugging, she approached the table. He didn’t stand, pull out her chair or even compliment her unusually glamorous and sexy dress. When she spoke, he looked up, gave her a nod, and returned his attention to his phone.
Britt perused the menu and settled on the shrimp. The night air was warm and fresh and the scene was beautiful. She tried to ignore her irritation at his attitude. She pulled the folder of property printouts from her bag and set it on the table. They placed their orders and she piped up, requesting a bottle of chilled wine.
Did you have a good day at the office?
she asked cheerfully.
It was fine. Busy.
I can’t wait for Freeman to retire. He can go to the nursing home for lecherous antiques,
she giggled. He didn’t laugh.
Would you like to—
She started to open the folder but his phone beeped and he returned to it, tapping away.
He laid it aside again and she continued patiently.
Since we’ve been together six months as of last week, we’re right on schedule to look at an apartment together. Isn’t that...the timetable you mentioned?
She heard her voice rise uncertainly at the end of the sentence when he gave her no nod of encouragement, no indication of interest. His shuttered expression remained and they sat in silence, awkwardly. The wine arrived and she sipped it without tasting it.
Now, Brittney,
he began rather sternly.
Kevin’s phone beeped and he reached for it. She covered his hand with hers, trying to seem like it was affection and not almighty aggravation.
Could you leave that thing alone long enough to finish a sentence?
she asked tensely.
He tugged his hand and phone back and sighed.
What’s wrong?
she asked, genuinely concerned.
Corinne just wanted to know if it was over.
What’s over?
This dinner.
Who is Corinne?
That’s what we need to discuss. I’ve been seeing her for a few weeks now and we’re pretty hot and heavy. I never meant for any of it to happen, obviously. She just showed up with the dry cleaning one day at the office and I couldn’t help myself.
Britt clutched at her stomach, feeling that sip of wine roiling with panic.
Oh my gosh! I can’t believe this is happening.
Corinne wants to know if it was over...
she said woodenly. She’s in a hurry for you to break up with me so you can—what?
Now, Brittney. Let’s be civil. We had a nice time together but it didn’t work out.
You cheated on me.
Her voice was hollow, dull with disbelief.
The folder in her hand felt impossibly foolish, conspicuous. She felt her face redden, certain everyone on the terrace knew that she was being dumped. She had gone there with a sheaf of apartment listings, prepared to merge their finances and futures and start a life with Kevin. She was going to have to walk out of here single, not on the road to happily engaged and cohabiting couple hood. What would she do with the file folder? The thought of it seemed terribly important. If she left it on the table, unwanted, wouldn’t the server or bus person look at it and think, pityingly, oh that woman had no idea? If she took it with her, should she leave it in her car as a hideous reminder, carry it into her apartment to glare at her from a countertop until she tormented herself by reviewing that perfect rooftop garden just once more?
Livid, humiliated, she felt her hands start to shake. She gripped the folder until she saw her own knuckles go white.
It just happened, Brittney. She’s a terrific girl, lots of fun, very carefree, gorgeous. Here, I have a picture on my phone if you’d like to—
Whack! Britt smacked him on the head with the manila folder. Startled, he gaped at her.
There’s no call to resort to violence. I thought you were a reasonable person. I see that I’ve overestimated you.
"Fuck you, Kevin. Although since she already has, I can’t imagine what you think Corinne wants from you besides money. It’s certainly not your incredible prowess