My Boss’s Father – The Forbidden Fun Read online Cassandra Dee

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Erotic, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 24434 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 122(@200wpm)___ 98(@250wpm)___ 81(@300wpm)
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I’m flabbergasted and my jaw drops open.

“Wow! Holy shit. I did not see that coming.”

Mira nods sorrowfully.

“I’m telling you, guys in New York City are the worst.”

“You’re right. They’re total scumbags. I’m thinking we’re going to have to move to suburbia if we want to find nice guys to settle down with.”

Mira sniffles a bit, wiping at a tear.

“Let’s go homesteading in Vermont together. Maybe we can even find some sexy brothers and split a plot of land together.”

I giggle a bit.

“And here I thought we were trying to get away from communal relationships,” I say. “Wouldn’t that be freaky?”

Despite her sorrow, Mira bursts out into a fit of laughter that earns us a handful of dirty looks from some of our more serious co-workers. About 70% of the staff here is young and pleasant to be around. The other 30% seem to have their panties in a tight bunch on a daily basis.

Don’t get me wrong, I love my job and I work really hard to produce quality material for Metro Media. I just believe that it’s okay to have fun and work hard at the same time. I suppose if my co-workers have to keep their nose to the computer screen eight hours a day to produce the same output, then to each their own. But I’m still going to make the best of my day if I can.

“A group of us are going out for drinks after work today. You’re coming with us, right?” Mira asks with her hands clasped in front of her heart, pleading for me to come out with her. She already knows the answer.

“No way! You remember what happened last time we went out with people from work.”

Mira shoots me another pleading look.

“Megan, it’s been two months! You have to get over it at some point, girl. Plus, everyone makes mistakes. Especially when they’re drunk off their asses, like everyone was that night. No one even remembers, trust me.”

“Yes, they do,” I reply flatly.

Mira giggles a bit.

“Okay, so everyone remembers,” she acknowledges. “But no one cares! Come have fun with us. Besides, Brian won’t be there anyways. It’s not like you’ll have to see him.”

I make a pained face. Last time we went out drinking, I made a humongous mistake: Brian. It keeps haunting me, and I wish I could do things over, but unfortunately, there’s no taking that night back.

Brian Miller is the same age as us but has somehow climbed his way up the ladder to being middle manager, which means we report to him. It doesn’t bother me to report to someone the same age as me. It does, however, bother me to report to someone with an ego inflated to the size of the continent of Africa. In fact, it bothers me to even be around people like that.

And despite despising him, what did I do? I got so drunk that I went home with my narcissistic boss. Nice one, Megan. I don’t know what I possibly saw in Brian that night. He is good looking, that’s for certain. He has a handsome face, jet black hair, perfect bone structure, and dazzling blue eyes. But he has acne on his chin and he’s way too thin, especially when it comes to a bigger girl like me. I’m surprised I didn’t break the poor bastard in half to be honest. Now that I think about it, I kind of wish I did.

His looks aren’t the real issue here though. It’s his personality that’s the problem. My manager thinks he is hot shit. He’s cocky, self-absorbed, immensely immature, and not in the least bit sensitive at all to how uncomfortable he makes those around him.

For instance, he uses his position at work as a means of superiority, meaning that he makes crude comments about my ‘overly abundant assets’ that he would like to get his hands on. And I’m sure I’m not the only girl in the office he harasses. He probably even harasses the older women, come to think of it. He’s that awful.

The good part is that I don’t remember much of my night with him, which makes sense because the only way I would have wound up in his bed is if I was that drunk. I will never forget the feeling of waking up and realizing who was lying next to me. I was horrified.

The nauseating sensation, the knot in the pit of my stomach, the gagging feeling in my throat, the room spinning around me: it all comes back to me whenever I think about it. And that wasn’t even the hangover. That was just the trauma of realizing that I accidentally banged Brian Miller. Even worse, he’s my manager, and I’ll have to see him five days a week for the rest of my career with Metro. The next morning, I seriously contemplated finding a new job.


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