Dirty Boss: An Office Romance (Dirty Series Book 3) by V.T. Do (new reading .TXT) 📗

my thoughts wandered to darker territory. I wondered how he would look naked. Or when he was in the throes of passion. I bet a man like him didn’t take things slow.

No.

Everything about him spelled rough, frantic… desperate fucking.

And I couldn’t believe I was here having these thoughts about a stranger.

It was so unlike me. Plus, I could feel my face heating, and wondered if he could tell what I was thinking just from looking at me.

I looked down at my shoes, feigning interest in the little speck of dirt I must have caught on the way to work. These heels were new. In fact, my whole outfit was new, a gift from my brother.

I had thought I looked professional enough this morning. Beautiful, even. But standing in this small, cramped space with a man who looked like he’d just stepped out of a GQ magazine, in his tailored-fit black suit, sky-blue tie that did wonders for his eyes, and white button-down shirt, I felt like nothing more than a little girl playing dress-up with her mom’s clothes.

I could feel the man’s eyes on me the whole way up, the heat of them scorching me to the very core. I had this urge to cover myself. And why was there a deep pounding in the lower half of my body, which seemed to be getting stronger the longer he looked at me.

My face grew hot, and I hated how uncomfortable I was feeling then. How self-conscious.

Attraction was a weird, wonderful, and ugly thing.

The ding of the elevator door announced our arrival on the fourth floor. My floor. I was both oddly relieved and disappointed to no longer be in his presence.

I walked out, and to my surprise, the man walked out behind me, staying so close I could feel his hot breath on my neck. I shivered and felt him move in closer.

It was on the tip of my tongue to ask what he was doing when Josephine—or, er, Ms. Tracy, as she had instructed me to call her—came out, her eyes widening before she plastered on a smile so fake, a Barbie doll’s smile would have been more convincing.

“Mr. Anderson. What are you doing here? Is there something I can help you with?”

Anderson.

My heart stopped upon hearing the name.

The man was Dereck Anderson, the one Jerimiah had warned me about.

He was a dirty player, and he was my boss.

Good God.

This couldn’t be any worse. I was crushing on my boss within minutes of meeting him.

I turned around and found his eyes still on me, though he was talking to Ms. Tracy in a low voice, so low I strained to hear what he was saying.

He must have known I’d recognized who he was, because his expressionless face suddenly transformed around the smirk curving up one side of his full lips, and his eyes gleamed with some sort of challenge in them.

I unconsciously took a step back.

His smile widened. His next sentence was spoken loud enough for the whole office to hear. “I need some extra hands today.” He pointed at me, and I felt very much like prey. “I will be taking her, indefinitely.”

Ms. Tracy’s eyes widened in surprised, but she didn’t say anything as Dereck reached out for my hand and pulled me back toward the elevator.

I was too in shock to put up any protest.

The ride up to the top floor was silent as I played with my hair and avoided his eyes. And I knew he was looking at me. He hadn’t looked away from me since the first moment we met.

I jumped at the ding of the elevator. Dereck didn’t say anything as he once again took my hand and led me out.

I didn’t fight him.

His hand felt nice wrapped around mine. It was so big, it covered mine completely.

I wondered how someone working an office job could have such rough hands, but they felt nice around my softer skin.

I wondered how that hand would feel running up and down my naked body. And lower still…

I shivered over the scandalous thought, and almost tripped over my own feet, but luckily caught myself in time. Dereck looked back at me, amusement clear in his eyes.

We got to his large office, and his assistant, a lady who seemed to be in her mid-forties, stood up from her seat.

“Cancel my morning appointments today, please, Gretchen.”

Gretchen nodded as she eyed me curiously before sitting back down at her desk and typing away on the computer.

Dereck closed the door behind us, and with one hand on my lower back, he led me further into the room.

Into the lion’s den.

He moved around me and sat down on the edge of his dark cherry wood desk, facing me, taking me in from head to toe.

“Why am I here?” I asked quietly.

There was silence for a moment or two before he answered me.

“You’re here because I want to know what it is about you that’s got me tied up in knots?”

I frowned. “What are you talking about? I don’t even know you.”

He smiled. And it wasn’t very nice. “I saw you last Friday at the bar.” He stood up and took a single step toward me. I resisted the urge to move back. I wasn’t going to let him know he intimidated me.

“Now, usually I go to the bar to look for anyone willing to warm my bed for the night.”

A surge of irrational jealousy made its way up my spine at his words. His smile brightened. “I see you’re already as possessive of me as I am of you. Don’t worry, sweetheart. I didn’t take anyone home. I went home alone and masturbated to thoughts of you. Of your gray eyes that I am unable to escape from, even in my dreams.”

I gasped, but my shock wasn’t due to outrage. I should be outraged.

But I wasn’t.

I was…

I was…

I wasn’t sure what I was. I squirmed a little, and his smile turned knowing. He took three more steps and suddenly he