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Chapter Two

Author: LINDA KAGE
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CHAPTER TWO

 

 

 

 

I wasn’t going to get my work done in time for the meeting.

No, wait, yes. Yes, I was. Positivity, Kaitlynn, have some positivity.

Bolstering myself with a mental chant of yes you can, I glanced at the time. Six minutes to sort and staple. I was cutting it close, but I had every confidence I’d make the deadline.

That was until the door flew open and Lana flounced inside. Proportioned like a model, she wore stiletto heels, a knee-length pencil-thin skirt, and a form-fitting wool-knit sleeveless blouse. The haughty demeanor suited her perfectly, which was too bad, because she overused it big-time, making it seem bitchily sinister instead of coolly confident.

“What the hell is this?” She shoved her teacup at me, spilling just enough to splash the front of my shirt.

With a gasp, I lurched to my feet and tugged my blouse away from my chest, but thank goodness nothing soaked through the cloth.

“It’s tea,” I said, staring at her incredulously. “What do you think it is?” It was the same exact brew I’d been making her every morning for the past six months, except for the fact it had steeped thirty seconds shorter than it usually did.

Holy geez, did thirty seconds really make that much of a difference?

Except the strength of brew ended up not being her issue at all.

“I meant the debris floating inside it, you imbecile. Are you trying to kill me?”

Blinking, I peered down into the cup. Then I blinked again. Not sure what she was referring to, I slid her a sidelong glance.

Had the woman taken her medicine this morning?

With a sniff, she pointed a French-tipped fingernail to a spot close to the side of the cup. “Right… There.”

Leaning closer, I squinted until I could make out what looked like a microscopic speck of lint that had most likely floated through the air off someone’s—probably her own wool—clothing, and landed in there after I’d delivered it. When I looked up at her with an expression that clearly let her know she’d lost her ever-loving mind, she narrowed her eyes and slammed the cup onto my desk, splashing more tea over the side and all over half the pile of papers I had lying there.

My mouth fell open, and a squeak of denial left me. “No! Those were the market reports for the meeting.”

Lana looked momentarily disjointed. I could tell she knew she’d messed up. But then the moment passed, and she snarled at me as if she’d discovered a way to blame me for her error.

“Make me a decent cup of tea.” She pointed to the mess she’d made. “And be sure there are no stains on any of the reports passed out at the meeting. I won’t have Nash thinking I’m incompetent.”

Spinning on her heels, she marched right back out of the room and past a pale-faced Shyla, who stood frozen just inside the doorway watching us.

Fuming, I fisted my hands at my sides and stormed after my father’s widow, ready to relieve her of some of her bleached-blonde hair. But Shyla jumped in front of me, her eyes huge with alarm and hands lifted to halt me.

“No! Please, no. With the mood she’s in, she’ll fire you. We both know she will. And I can’t lose you.”

Wrinkling my nose, I blew out a breath and nodded, not wanting to distress Shyla further… And definitely not ready to lose my internship. Then I forced a smile to let her know I wouldn’t let her down. Besides, I was supposed to project a cool, unaffected image to my stepmother if I ever wanted to prove to her I could be the best employee she’d ever hired.

It took her a second, but finally, Shyla relaxed and glanced at the mess on my desk. “Oh, Kaitlynn. I’m so sorry. Let me—”

I held up a hand as she rushed to assist me. “No, it’s okay. I’ve got this.” Technically, my duty here was to be her assistant, even though I had to show her how to do most of her tasks and Lana assigned me with more projects than she did Shyla. Still, I had to prove I could handle whatever was thrown my way. I could do this on my own. “She only ruined, like, half the sheets.” Which meant roughly a hundred and fifty more copies to make, and I couldn’t even start stapling until they were finished.

I had three minutes until the meeting was scheduled to start.

“I’ll bring the reports to you in the conference room as soon as they’re ready,” I assured. “Okay?”

Shyla nodded and then shifted nervously. “What about the tea?”

I rolled my eyes. “The tea can wait.” Or maybe it wouldn’t come at all, which was what I was leaning toward. If Lana was going to refuse my tea, then no tea for her. All she’d had to do was toss that cupful and pour herself another if the piece of lint had bothered her so much. She probably swallowed more dust particles than that every time she opened her big, freaking mouth.

I shoved the teacup aside to see what papers could be salvaged. I’d been right on the first guess, half of them were ruined, which made me exactly eleven minutes late to the meeting.

Clutching them to my chest, where my frightened heart was trying to pound its way through my ribcage, I held my breath and eased open the door to the conference room, fully expecting it to make a loud creak and for everyone to stop their super important discussion to stare disgustedly at me for interrupting. But, wow, silence. From the door, anyway.

At the front of the room, Nash stood at the whiteboard, his back to the rest of the employees as he jotted down notes and talked about goals he’d set for the next quarter, only to be interrupted by Lana with some critical reason why she didn’t agree with him.

So really, no one even noticed me entering, except Brick. He brightened when he glanced over and saw me. Then he waved me forward to sit by him, a devilish grin quirking his lips as he pointed out the empty seat beside him.

It took me a moment to realize why he looked so mischievous. On the opposite side of the available spot was none other than Christopher Elton.

I blushed and took a step in reverse, shaking my head vigorously. But Brick started to make a bigger production of waving me over. His antics actually gained the attention of a few people who’d been listening to Nash and Lana argue. If he kept it up, the whole room would notice my presence. And worse yet, Shyla was one of the few who hadn’t realized I was there, while she was the only person I actually needed to see me so she could fetch these damn market reports I needed to drop off.

Since Shyla was busy taking notes, I gnashed my teeth and marched toward my stepbrother, who may or may not make it through the day alive—I hadn’t decided yet.

To house nearly eighty employees, the area was set up more like a classroom than corporate conference room. There wasn’t one big table everyone gathered around but instead about twenty small tables that faced the front, where a podium, white board, and enormous pull-down screen for PowerPoint presentations was set up. An aisle separated the room in half, where I guessed Lana’s employees stayed to one side and Nash’s took the other. The table Brick sat at was located at the edge of the center aisle about halfway up the room.

I was so busy glaring at him, I tripped over a pair of shoes some guy had sticking out in the aisle as he crossed his feet at the ankles. Thankfully, I caught myself before I crashed to the floor, but it was still embarrassing.

“Oh gosh. Sorry,” I whispered. “I didn’t see—”

The words stalled in my throat when I took in my tripper. Hayden appeared to be on the verge of forgiving me—or maybe issuing his own apology—as he yanked his feet out of my way until he focused on my face. The irritated, harassed sigh that followed seemed to say of course it would be you.

I swear, my older stepbrother hated me almost as much as Lana did, but he seemed the type who wanted nothing whatsoever to do with me and not the type who relished my torture as his mother did. I think it stemmed back to when I was seven and our parents had first become engaged. I’d been so eager and excited to get to know my new brothers that I’d invited them to a tea party. Just a simple, innocent get-to-know-you tea party. At the time, sixteen-year-old Hayden had wanted to go to a concert with his friends, but Lana had made him accept my invitation instead. He’d been determined to ignore my existence ever since.

“Sorry,” I repeated. Then, cringing and hurrying past him, I focused my attention on Brick, who merely rolled his eyes over his brother’s attitude and pulled the empty seat out from the table for me to sit.

“I’m not staying,” I whisper-hissed. “I just need to get these reports to Shyla or your mother and then I’ll be on my—”

“What do you mean, you’re not staying?” He sent me an odd look. “These meetings are mandatory for everyone. How the hell do you get out of them?”

Oh geez. I guess he’d never noticed I hadn’t been present at one before. What an observant big brother.

Honestly, the meetings were only mandatory for paid employees. Lana had actually forbidden me from attending them, probably because she knew how desperately I wanted to be included. I was about to tell Brick all this when Nash’s voice rose from the front of the room, catching my attention.

“I’d be more willing to discuss this with you if you’d brought your own objectives to the meeting, Lana.” His deep voice broadcasted his authority as he loomed over my stepmother. “Or you actually had a reasonable argument.”

I silently cheered for him, glad there was one person in the building who always stood up to her. Though I guess who else would even try? He was her only equal here, which was Lana’s own fault. She’d nearly bankrupted JFI about a year ago and had to sell out half the company to Nash Corporation, so now she had a co-CEO to deal with every step of the way.

And though I wanted to hate the guy because his family had been the one to buy out half my father’s company while I’d been unable to get it myself, Ezra Nash had truly and honestly saved JFI when he’d come on board. He had a savvy business sense, and he kept the employees happy with reward incentives and after-hour activities.

“Just look at my mother up there,” Brick whispered in my ear. “Panting and drooling over Nash like a bitch in heat. I swear she’s half a second from mounting him on the conference table and shagging him in front of us all.”

“Eww, stop. That’s sick.”

Trying not to picture my stepmother doing any such thing, I nudged Brick with the pointy end of my elbow, hoping he’d behave.

I gagged every time he said his mom wanted Nash, though Lana did seem obsessed with the guy. It was always, Nash this and Nash that, in a very snide, condescending tone whenever she talked about him, which was a lot, like all that hate she held for him boiled down to a case of the throbbing, hormonal, sexy wants.

Not that I could blame her taste. Nash was flawless in a Matt Bomer, Henry Cavill, mixed with a dash of Ryan Reynolds kind of way. The man walked into a room and ovaries immediately began sizzling. Add that to the mysterious aloofness about him, and it only made him that much more appealing. He had an intimidating yet reverent allure that made him untouchable, un-talk-to-able, and almost un-breathe-around-able.

Would he go for Lana, though? Aside from the fact my dad had appreciated her enough to marry her—which had been years ago when she’d been much nicer—I couldn’t picture anyone willing to put up with her bitterness, no matter how pretty she was. Besides, she was old enough to be Nash’s mother. I’d lose all respect for him if he fell under her spell.

Lord, I hoped he never gave into her, business-wise or privately. I had a suspicion we’d all suffer if he did.

Brick leaned close to murmur in my ear, “Is it wrong that I want him to win every argument those two have, just to see her lose?”

Though I completely agreed, I sent him a harassed glower, because he hadn’t said it all that quietly. It actually caused Christopher Elton to glance over.

I froze, forgetting to breathe when he skimmed his attention over Brick only to settle his gaze on me.

Oh my God, we were sharing eye contact.

And he had brown eyes.

I now knew the color of Christopher Elton’s eyes.

Life was amazing. Things began floating around inside me as if dancing in celebration. Breathing became clearer, colors brighter, and sounds crisper. If there were any birds in the room, I swear, they’d start chirping merrily. Just looking at him made me hyper-aware of the entire world, and especially aware of my blood thumping excitedly through my veins.

And then it happened. His gaze lowered, his attention shifting, and he checked out my chest before looking away.

He’d just copped a look! Oh wow. Christopher Elton had noticed me as a female.

And why the heck did I keep thinking of him as Christopher Elton, not just Christopher?

No idea, but I tried not to squirm, not sure if I was flattered by his glance or just really uncomfortable. I kind of felt uncomfortable, and I freaked out a bit, hoping I looked okay. It took everything in me not to check my own chest to see how things were going down there. But then, his glance also made me feel feminine and sort of powerful. It’d been way too long since anything in that department had seen any action. A guy actually noticing me as a woman was nice.

I drew out a long breath, trying to control myself as I decided I was flattered. Yeah, flattered was good.

Christopher (see, I could think of him without using his last name) didn’t glance back at me again, which sort of deflated the little bubble I had going, but I was still more energized than usual. Until Brick slid a piece of paper across the top of the table my way that read:

 

On second thought, I’m not sure it’s meant to be. Kaitlynn Elton doesn’t exactly roll off the tongue.

 

I slapped my hand over the message, hoping no one else had seen what he’d written, and sent him a stern glance of reprimand. He refused to look my way, but the smug smile on his face let me know he was well aware of how much he’d just embarrassed me.

What a jerk. I had such a wicked, evil stepbrother… Who I loved probably more than anyone else alive.

But then my attention was diverted when Nash asked Lana for the market reports as he studied the next item on the agenda of things to discuss. Shyla jerked to attention and popped to her feet, wildly scoping the room until she noticed me. Fetching the reports from me, she held them up for Lana to see she had them. Lana motioned for her to pass them out, and I held my breath, thinking I should go now before my stepmother noticed me and made a scene, except I didn’t want to bring attention to myself by getting up to leave. Feeling more uncomfortable about staying for a meeting I wasn’t allowed to be in, I latched my fingers around the arms of my chair to push to my feet, only for Nash’s voice to boom, “Wait.”

I froze. Then I blinked and zipped my wide-eyed, caught-in-the-act gaze his way, only to realize he wasn’t talking to me. The man hadn’t noticed me in the room; he probably didn’t even know I existed. He was too busy frowning at the market report.

Pointing at one of the lines, he lifted his face to Lana. “You took out the expenses I put in for the Halloween party’s band and caterer.”

Lana gave a negligent shrug. “That’s because I canceled them.”

My mouth dropped open. Around me, the rest of the employees gasped as well, probably unable to believe she would do such a terrible thing. But that’s not the part that surprised me; canceling the band and caterer totally sounded like something she’d do. No, I was shocked she had even opened the spreadsheet file long enough to alter it. She could’ve slotted in the changes from accounting herself instead of making me do them at the last second this morning.

What a bitch.

Across the room, Nash looked dumbfounded before he slowly said, “You did what?”

“Hey.” Lana lifted her hands as if to say they’d been tied. “You were so intent about economizing our expenditures, I thought it only appropriate.”

Blue eyes went ice cold as they glared daggers at my stepmother. “Appropriate my ass. You just wanted to piss me off.” And it seemed to have worked. I felt the urgent need to duck and cover because he looked so mad. “You had no right to do this,” he snarled. “No right at all.”

My stepmother merely trilled out an amused laugh. “As if you have the right to throw my money away on trivial, unnecessary expenses.”

“Our money. And I don’t think the comfort and contentment of my people is trivial or unnecessary. We have a budget for this kind of thing, a budget you approved, and all costs were met well within that budget.”

Lana didn’t seem to care. She tipped up her nose and waved out an unconcerned hand. “What a stupid notion to have an office party, anyway. For God’s sake, why do you think we need to bolster morale? These people should be grateful I gave them a job in the first place and don’t fire them all for flagrant disrespect of their CEO.”

Eyes widened and mouths snapped shut all around the room.

“I mean, honestly, who here wants to lose their job?” When she glanced around and found no one lifting a hand, she turned back to Nash with raised eyebrows and a see-didn’t-I-call-it expression. “If it’s so important to you, why don’t you provide the funds for that nonsense from your own pocket?”

“Oh, I will,” Nash assured her in a low voice, his anger tightly controlled. “You’re not ruining this for anyone.” Then he took in his employees’ reactions. I guess everyone really had been planning on attending, because a fair number in the conference room seemed horrified about the prospect of no party. Or maybe they were all just scared, thinking they were about to be fired by Lana.

“Don’t worry,” he assured. “The party is still taking place.” He shot Lana a contemptuous glare. “With all the amenities. But you’ll have to excuse me for the rest of the meeting; I apparently have some phone calls to make.”

His grand declaration and the passion behind it made me decide I would attend the Halloween party after all, if for no other reason than to show my support and assure Nash we did appreciate how much he went to bat for us. He was exactly the kind of boss I wanted to be myself someday.

Nash strode from the office, his personal assistant, Winston, hurrying after him. The air fluttered across my cheeks when he passed my chair, stirring up a pleasantly masculine scent from somewhere. I wasn’t sure if it came from him, Christopher Elton to one side of me, or Brick on the other, but it made me breathe it in deeper because it was so nice. Kind of heady, actually, like I could get drunk and giddy off the magical aroma alone.

“Well, if he’s not going to stick around,” Lana barked, “then I’ve certainly lost my appetite for this so-called meeting.” And she traipsed from the room as well, with Shyla scrambling to follow.

So, I guess the meeting was over. Some people stood to leave, some turned to their neighbors to gossip, and Christopher Elton swiveled his chair around to address me.

Jarring to a halt to listen to whatever he had to say, I held my breath and focused on nothing but him.

“Don’t worry,” he assured, reaching out to grip my bicep kindly. Ooh, he touched me! Christopher Elton was touching me. This was so amazing. “White vinegar will get that stain out, no problem.”

Stain? I blinked, totally lost. What stain?

Again, his gaze dropped to my chest. I looked down, only to remember—oh yeah—Lana had spilled her tea on me.

Lovely.

So I died right there in that spot, only a skeletal shell full of mortification with a tea-stained white blouse remaining.

Christopher smiled encouragingly, patted my arm once more, and then stood to leave.

I blinked, hot with embarrassment and disappointment.

I don’t know why I was so disheartened to learn he hadn’t been ogling my breasts after all. I should’ve been grateful he wasn’t a male-chauvinist fiend who only saw certain body parts when he looked at women. But sometimes, there were a few select men you actually wanted to notice your girly parts. And he’d been one of them.

I turned toward Brick, to—

I have no idea what, maybe to commiserate the epic failure of my first encounter with Christopher Elton. But he was—Brick!

The idiot was totally belying his earlier claim to stay away from women and was very clearly flirting with Adelyn from the Belts department. He was even playing with the pink tips of her long, blonde hair as he grinned and said who-knew-what in her ear. Adelyn worked alongside Sabella, and according to the hot gossip at the water coolers, they were mortal enemies.

Glancing around until I spotted Sabella, I wasn’t at all surprised to find her glaring daggers at my stepbrother and his current conquest.

Rolling my eyes, since this wasn’t exactly an unprecedented event, I left the conference room to make my way back toward my workroom. But no sooner did I enter Shyla’s area to get to the basement than Lana pounced.

“Were you at that meeting?”

“What?” I swear, she’d been loitering around Shyla’s desk, just waiting for me.

“I thought I told you to make me a fresh pot of tea!” she shrieked, sounding utterly unhinged.

I slowly closed the door behind me to muffle her rage from everyone else in the building.

“The first pot I made you was perfectly acceptable,” I said calmly. Shyla had begged me to keep my patience, so I wasn’t going to lose my temper. “Besides, I was busy making new copies and stapling the market reports you ruined. There was no time to—”

“I don’t want to hear your pathetic excuses.” Lana pressed the tips of three fingers to the center of her forehead as if she had a headache. Then she closed her eyes and hissed out a pained breath. “I needed that tea.”

Sympathy flickered inside me. I knew she had her problems, more problems than most. No one was perfect, and Lana would never be my favorite person. But her pissy demeanor suddenly didn’t seem so big and awful when she showed her vulnerabilities like this. She just needed some help and an attitude adjustment. And apparently tea to calm herself.

“I’ll go make you another—” I started, wanting to ease her misery, because I couldn’t handle seeing anyone in pain, even sharks.

But she growled, “Don’t bother,” and then she ripped her hand from her face to glare. “You already decided going to that meeting—which I expressly forbade you to attend—was more important than the duty I actually gave you. If you can’t follow one simple rule, then I don’t see how you’ll ever make full-time employment, in which case, why am I still bothering with you? Turn around, right now, return to your workspace, and clear out your desk. Then go home and don’t ever come back. You’re fired.”

I blinked. Wait, what?

Shyla, who’d been hovering, anxiously surged forward. “What?”

Lana glanced impatiently toward her personal assistant. “I tried to honor Arthur’s memory and take his child under my wing. I really, honestly tried. But I can’t keep accepting this kind of insubordination. She’ll never listen to me.” Turning away, she called over her shoulder, “I’m done looking at her. Make sure she’s out of the building by the end of the hour, or you’re fired too.”

With that, she marched into her office and slammed the door behind her. I gaped at the closed entrance, blinking as a numbing shock of confusion settled over me. Then I turned to Shyla, who turned to me with a look of all the horror I’m sure I mirrored in my own expression. When tears filled her eyes, tremors took control of my limbs.

But seriously, what had just happened?

 

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  • Kissing the Boss   Epilogue

    EPILOGUE“I hereby call to order the first meeting of the most kickass book club ever assembled.”Camille stopped talking in order to take a huge gulp of the wine she’d been holding above her head.Seated in a comfy chair across the room from her, Isobel—yes, Ezra’s sister, Isobel—said, “Uh…hear, hear,” and took her own drink.Gabby and I exchanged raised eyebrow glances before we shrugged and tossed back our glasses as well.So, yeah. A couple months had passed since my wicked stepmother had been arrested and I’d become the new CEO at Judge Fashions Industry, sharing the power with my awesome boyfriend, Ezra.My lawyers had officially gotten everything that had originally been left to me in my father’s will transferred to my name, even though they were still trying to figure out how much money Lana owed me after spending it as if it were her own for the last few years. Not that she’d ever be able to pay me back everything from behind bars, but the law

  • Kissing the Boss   Chapter Thirty

    CHAPTER THIRTYOh, wow. So I guess it didn’t take much wine to turn Mabel’s granddaughter silly-drunk.“Magic wand?” Ezra asked, lifting one eyebrow.And yeah, now I had questions like that to deal with. Lovely.I cleared my throat, ignoring the way my face heated as I decided to go with Gabby’s tact. “Long story,” I told him.He nodded.When neither of us spoke, just stared with this uncomfortable tension brewing between us, he finally broke, his face morphing with concern.“Jesus, Yellow,” he breathed, running his hands through his hair. “Are you okay?”When he stepped toward me, I hugged myself and turned to the side, letting him know I wasn’t okay. Not with anything. Not even with him.He paused, his eyebrows furrowing with concern. “Kaitlynn?” he rasped, his gaze full of agony.I cleared my throat and shifted my attention from him, unable to focus on anything but how betrayed I had felt when he hadn’t stood up for me in that con

  • Kissing the Boss   Chapter Twenty-nine

    CHAPTER TWENTY-NINEAt home, the first thing I saw when I stepped into my apartment was the big box window that looked so much like the one in Ezra’s bedroom, and I burst into tears.To escape painful reminders, I fled to my room, only to remember everything we’d done on my bed together. I already knew I’d only summon a memory of him cooking grilled cheese sandwiches in my kitchen if I went there, and basically, there was nowhere else in my apartment to go after that, so I shut myself in my bathroom and curled into a ball on the closed lid of the toilet seat.It felt as if my dad had just died, all over again. But this time, he’d been murdered.By Lana.How had she done it to make it look like a heart attack? I’d read this true crime book once about some doctor lady who’d fed her husband some kind of exotic beans or something that wouldn’t reveal anything unusual in a toxicology report as she’d made him sicker and sicker over time. Was th

  • Kissing the Boss   Chapter Twenty-eight

    CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHTI stared at Hayden, unable to react. Unable to process. While it felt as if a swarm of bees began stinging every inch of my flesh and my stomach plummeted into my knees, my gaze couldn’t seem to leave my oldest stepbrother. He looked so sure, so tormented by his claim. The man truly, honestly believed what he was saying.But could I?Next to me, Brick gushed out all the responses I couldn’t seem to summon. Letting out a harsh laugh, he flopped back noisily in his seat and ran both hands through his hair. “Jesus, I know we joke about that shit all the time, but fuck, bro. This isn’t funny.”“No, it’s not,” Hayden agreed, tearing his gaze from me to focus on Brick. “Not at all. But it’s true. I found proof. Irrefutable evidence.”“How?” Ezra was the one to ask.I looked his way, but again, he was too busy dissecting Hayden with a hard stare to notice me.“It started a few weeks ago,” Hayden began. “From something Brun

  • Kissing the Boss   Chapter Twenty-seven

    CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVENIt would probably be completely unnecessary for me to say my weekend at Ezra’s was amazing, but it was. It totally was.We spent most of it inside, trying to christen as many rooms as we could—double-christening a few. And when we weren’t sexing it up, we’d sit out on the back terrace, wrapped in a blanket together, enjoying the sunset. Or we watched movies, argued politics, heck, we even played a couple games of chess together. And I took a spin in his mammoth kitchen once or twice, whipping up a batch of chocolate chip cookies.Nothing else in the world existed but us.By the time Monday came around, we were both loath to return to reality, where we had to hide our relationship at work and pretend we barely knew each other.When we returned to his light-blue Bentley in the garage—my purse and overnight bag with me—we were both unusually quiet and subdued. Ezra held my hand while he walked around to the passenger sid

  • Kissing the Boss   Chapter Twenty-six

    CHAPTER TWENTY-SIXThough the voting presentation of portfolios took up a good portion of the day, an hour and a half remained afterward before my full eight-hour work day was up.Sadly, I couldn’t remember much of anything I did in that hour. I was floating on too big of a high. Brick spent the entire time out of the office, telling his team how awesome we’d done with our designs, raking in more yeses than any other department, which also meant we had more work cut out for us than the other departments.As soon as the clock ticked into clock-out range, I was out of there, pulling my coat on and hurrying from the office. I had no idea where I thought I was going in such a hurry, I just had to get outside in the fresh air where my excitement had room to fully burst open.I barely refrained from screaming and dancing in a joyous circle the moment I pushed through the front doors, but I wanted to. Oh, how I wanted to. My design had been freak

  • Kissing the Boss   Chapter Twenty-five

    CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE“And they weren’t here when you came in this morning?” Brick repeated the very question he’d asked me about a dozen time since he’d walked in the door. “None of them?”I shook my head and bit my lip. “At first, I just thought you’d put them somewhere.”“Where the fuck would I put them?” he exploded, losing his cool. “This was the best place to leave them. Christ.” He gripped his hair with both hands. “That was the best fucking portfolio my people had ever put together.”Wringing my hands, I looked around the office as if hoping at least one of the prints we’d assembled yesterday would suddenly appear from thin air.“You know who’s behind this, don’t you?” he raged, pacing the floor like a captured wolf, ready to tear out the throat of the first person who opened the door to his cage. “My vindictive bitch of a mother, that’s who. Well, this is crossing the line. Chasing away all my women was one thing, but this shit ain

  • Kissing the Boss   Chapter Twenty-four

    CHAPTER TWENTY-FOURWhen I showed up at work, the prints for our department’s portfolio were no longer spread out and displayed on the worktable in Brick’s office.I frowned as I entered, wondering if he’d moved them somewhere for safekeeping so they wouldn’t accidentally get damaged before the presentation, but when I looked around after storing my purse and coat, I couldn’t find them anywhere. I texted Brick, asking if he knew where they were, but he didn’t answer, so I continued with my day until he could make it in and I sat at my desk to check emails.All the while, I chewed nervously on my thumbnail, casting worried glances toward the doorway every few seconds and wishing Brick would show up already, because I was beginning to dread someone had maybe stolen our freaking portfolio.During one such peek toward the doorway, I froze solid when I made eye contact with none other than Christopher Elton, who was passing by in the hall and p

  • Kissing the Boss   Chapter Twenty-three

    CHAPTER TWENTY-THREEHave you ever had one of those mornings where you woke up and everything just felt right? The best amount of cushion possible was molded around you, the perfect covers on top, pillow fitted just so under your head, the temperature of the room excellent, and you’d slept a good, solid deep sleep? Then your alarm ruins it all, and you groan because you want to keep lying there, just like that, without moving a muscle, for the rest of eternity?Yeah, it was one of those mornings, for sure.My eyes flickered open. I stared at the wall of my room for a moment, feeling rested and relaxed. A slow smile started and then, boom, the alarm shrieked out this totally unnecessary and increasingly annoying racket, making something grumble in complaint right into my ear before a warm weight draped across my stomach shifted.I squeaked. Totally didn’t scream, because I’m not a screamer, but there was a definite noise of alarm that escap

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