I wasn’t sure what was sexier… the way my boss’s suits clung to her curves or the way she controlled a room full of men who thought they didn’t need to listen to the woman in charge.
Goldie was a force to be reckoned with, and working for her was fun. She was smart and clever and beautiful. Damn, was she beautiful. But she didn’t see any of that in herself. I had no problem telling her, even though she was convinced I was just flirting. Yeah, I was, but one day she’d realize I was flirting because I saw her as so much more than just my boss. She was the kind of woman I wanted in my life for good.
I’d worked hard to get to where I was. To become the boss and run things the way I wanted to run them. It wasn’t easy, especially going through a divorce and raising my son. But I finally got to where I wanted to be.
I could not, would not, risk my reputation and career for a fling with my assistant. It didn’t matter how cute he was. Yes, cute, because he was also fourteen years younger than me. I had my son when I was his age. I was married. I was planning a future… that never happened. I wouldn’t steal the same from him, no matter how many times he told me all he wanted in his future was me.
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Excerpt from His Curvy Boss
“You really have no idea how gorgeous you are, do you?” Patrick asked me.
I snorted and shook my head. He was good for my ego, but sometimes he took it a little too far. He pushed a little too much. Like in that moment when he wanted me to believe his flirty words.
“Wow, you don’t. For all your confidence in the boardroom, I thought for sure you would be the same in the bedroom.”
“Patrick!” I gasped.
He shook his head and moved closer to me. My office was big enough that I didn’t feel crowded, and it was Patrick. He might be the office flirt, but he was a good guy. Polite and considerate. He wasn’t afraid to stand up for others and was quick to shut down anything inappropriate.
Except for the way he was looking at me. He was only turning that up.
“Goldie, you’re beautiful. I know you went through hell when you got divorced, but I hope you know whatever happened, your husband was an idiot.”
“He’s bisexual and fell in love with someone else.”
“How anyone could even notice another person when you’re around amazes me. You’re all I see.”
“Patrick, you don’t have to say these things.”
He chuckled and shook his head. He removed his glasses and rubbed the bridge of his nose. It was something he did when he was frustrated. When the other person wasn’t listening to him.
“I really thought you were right there with me. That you knew I was flirting with you because I’m attracted to you. But you really have no idea. You really don’t see yourself that way. That’s the biggest shame to me. Because you’re the kind of woman who makes a man forget everything. Who makes me forget everything. I’ve been waiting for you to ask me to dinner, or to stay late one night, but I see you’re not going to because you don’t think I’m interested. Let me tell you, boss, I’m very interested.”
I rolled my eyes. “Patrick, I know—”
“No, you don’t, Goldie,” he said firmly. He was close enough that I could see the truth in his gaze. The conviction. “I haven’t dated anyone since I started working for you because I found myself fantasizing about you when I went out with other women. I knew you were single, and watching the way you handle things here made me sure you would make the first move. You’re scared. I see that now. So, I’m going to make the first move.”
He ran one fingertip down my arm as he spoke. He drew little circles on my wrist, then stepped closer.
“I want you, Goldie. I want whatever you’re willing to give me. But you need to know, I’m serious. And now that you know how much I want you, it’s up to you to decide if you’re interested in the same thing.”
He shook his head and stepped back. “Don’t answer me now. Because I know you’ll say no. Think about it this weekend. Have a glass of wine and take a bubble bath and think about me. Think about how I would touch you if I were there with you. Think about where I’d kiss you. Think about how I’d feel inside you. Then on Monday, you can tell me what you want from me.”
I sucked in a breath. My entire body felt like it was on fire and my skin was too tight. I wanted to lean into him and give in. Do all the things he said. I wanted to touch him and taste him and…
Who was I kidding? I was fourteen years older than him. I was having a baby when I was his age. There was no way he was actually serious about dating me. And I wasn’t sure I could have a fling with my assistant.
He walked out without looking back, leaving me in the office with wet panties and a throbbing core.
Well, he did sat to think about him. Maybe it was time for that bubble bath he mentioned.