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    Caden: Her Dominant Boss, #1
    Caden: Her Dominant Boss, #1
    Caden: Her Dominant Boss, #1
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    Caden: Her Dominant Boss, #1

    By K. R. Max

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    I'm hopeless with men. I attract all the wrong ones, and my landlord is top of the list. I need a job, and fast, but instead I'm in the back of a perfect stranger's car, letting him do things to me that I've only dreamed of...

    Caden isn't used to meeting beautiful women on the street. As an attractive billionaire, he's even less used to them running away. But then his mystery woman shows up as his new assistant, and he's going to punish her for disappearing on him. A punishment which soon morphs into something else altogether.

    Keeley can't believe her luck. Her new job comes with some...orgasmic perks, but Caden Fox is renowned for having a short attention span, especially when it comes to companionship. Does she dare trust him with her heart, as well as her body, or will her fears and his rivals' machinations tear them apart forever?

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherSkyTint Books
    Release dateFeb 26, 2021
    ISBN9781393278702
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    Caden - K. R. Max

    Caden

    (Her Dominant Boss #1)

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    K. R. Max

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    Author's Note: This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

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    Caden

    Keeley

    Saw Jason moved out.

    My heart sinks. Of all the shit I have to handle today, my landlord is top of the list of things I’ve been hoping to avoid. Mentioning Jason is his way of reminding me I'm alone again, with no one to help with rent or reassure me that this too shall pass. No one to comfort eat ice cream with, or ramen, since that's all I can afford. Most of all, no one to run interference between me and any passing lecherous assholes. I could have gone at least a few more hours without having to face this bunch of shitty facts, but no such luck.

    Of course not. Because I have no luck at all.

    I stay focused on my mailbox, turning the key, opening the door, hoping Wallis will get the message and move on. I don’t need him making me feel like a failure, on top of everything else. Besides, one of these envelopes might actually hold a job offer.

    I stifle the impulse to laugh. Like anything good’s going to happen to me today.

    As if he's determined to prove me right, I feel Wallis’ hand on my hip, too low on my hip. I swallow and turn around, finding him even closer than normal.

    I know you’ve been out of work a while, he says. He’s not even trying to be sympathetic, his eyes hot with lust as they rove down my body.

    Ugh. This is why I spend as little time as possible in the public areas of this building. Wallis has always made me feel uncomfortable. It wasn’t so bad when I had a job. I was hardly ever here. It wasn’t even so bad when Jason, my boyf—, sorry, ex-boyfriend, still lived here. He was a big guy. A big douchebag, as I found out two days ago when I got home to find he’d emptied our apartment of his stuff, and most of mine, before taking the contents of my bank accounts too. Still, he’d been big enough to scare Wallis into behaving himself whenever he saw me.

    But he's not here anymore. I've got no one to watch my back now. Although, if I think about it, I never did. Just guys getting close enough to stab me in it.

    I shove the helplessness and anger back in their box and summon up my best ‘I’ve got to go now’ smile as I push past him. Or try to. Usually he lets me go, but this time he seems determined to make a point, and he pushes me back against the mailboxes. Fear rolls in my belly, cold and sour.

    Now, now, he says, a cruel smile curving his thin, wet lips. We’re having a conversation. Don’t be rude.

    I have an interview to go to, I tell him, trying, and failing, to force some steel into my voice.

    You’ve got five minutes for your landlord, he tells me, leaning in closer, and I grit my teeth against the rancid stench of his breath. He lifts a finger to the skin of my chest, where my blouse dips down to show just a hint of cleavage. I’m not dressing like a ho to get a job, but it’s the smartest shirt I own, and I need to show my best side to prospective employers. But the way he's touching me makes me want to pull a sack over my head. I just want you to know, if money’s tight, we can work out some kind of alternative arrangement.

    The impulse to punch him is almost overwhelming. Maybe it’s the knowledge that if I lose this apartment, I’ll be homeless, because there’s nowhere else I can go. No job, no references, not even any friends or family to crash with. I’d be screwed. I need a place to live, even one with cockroaches big enough to put a leash and collar on and take to the dog park.

    Instead, I summon up a smile. I know it’s weak, can tell by the malicious glee in his eyes as he registers my fear of him. There’s nothing I can do about that. Usually, I find it easier to deal with this asshole. Today is not that day. Today is the day I’ll count a win if I get through it without having a screaming, crying meltdown and throwing myself off a bridge.

    Thanks, Wallis. I’ll bear that in mind.

    He hooks his finger into my blouse, pulling it, and me, towards him. I can’t resist. I can’t afford to piss him off. He runs this building. I have no idea how he managed to afford it in the first place, but he did, and now he gets to take advantage of any tenant unfortunate enough to be in a tight spot financially. I also can’t afford to damage this shirt. I don't have money for another one, and damn him, he knows it.

    He leans in, staring into my eyes, no doubt getting off on my fear, my helpless anger. If I don’t get a job soon, I’m going to find out what else he gets off on, and I know I won’t enjoy a single second of it.

    Damn it. I need a job.

    ***

    Caden

    I step out of the diner, sipping my coffee and trying not to smirk at Parker, my driver, as he glares at anyone within a twenty foot radius while standing next to my town car, idling by the crumbling curb. He hates that I insist on coming to this place, only half a block shy of the ghetto, every morning for coffee. Always reminds me how he’s supposed to be my bodyguard, not a spectator at the scene of my death.

    I always remind him that money can’t buy everything. I may be a billionaire, but I can’t move an entire diner to a decent part of town. Believe me, I’ve looked into it. The cost was prohibitive, even by my standards.

    I have suggested to Parker that I drive myself if the area upsets him that much. The only response he gave that idea was a look that my mother must have felt ninety miles away in the Hamptons, because she called later that same day to see how I was, an occurrence unusual enough to warrant a note in my calendar.

    That said, I don’t dawdle. I love my coffee, but I’m not willing to die for it, and people around here are desperate to do just about anything for a quick buck, even with two hundred and fifty pounds of Parker looking on. It doesn’t pay to hang around and tempt fate.

    I’m only a couple of feet from the car when a blur of motion has me turning to look, but not before someone runs straight into me, bouncing off with a breathless Oof!. I reach out to catch them on instinct, my arm wrapping around the stranger before they can hit the pavement.

    Immediately, my brain short circuits, my mind purely focused on the soft weight of warm flesh in my arms. Firm breasts press against my chest as it registers that I’m holding a woman, and a beautiful one at that.

    Her makeup is basic, not enough to hide the natural beauty of high cheekbones, flawless skin, and large hazel eyes, fringed with dark honey eyelashes. Her lips are soft and full, like the rest of her, and as I stare at her mouth, I can’t help wondering what it would feel like wrapped around my cock. The thought sends a rush of heat to my groin, my cock hardening immediately to the point of pain. She clearly feels it too, because that warm skin turns rosy over her cheekbones and her lips part to form an O. Her breath comes short and so does mine.

    Sir? You okay?

    Parker’s deep voice, dark as a mineshaft, jerks me back to the real world. I drag my eyes away from the woman in my arms to nod at him.

    Yes. Are you okay? I ask the luscious armful of female currently pressed up against me.

    The feel of her body so close to mine is nothing new, in itself. I’ve been blessed with good genes, and that combined with my net worth means I’m never short of female company, should I wish it.

    Lately, though, I haven’t been in the mood. They’re always after something, usually a wedding ring, or at least an unlimited allowance. I didn’t get where I am by lacking in discernment. It’s been months since I even took a date to any of the various events I have to attend. It’s simply less hassle that way. No matter how clear I am with my various companions regarding the temporary nature of our liaison, I always end up having to block yet another telephone number from my phone when they harass me for days after, wanting to know what they did wrong and how they can make it up to me.

    The fact of the matter is, it’s been a long time

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