Forbidden Fantasies

KIRA DAVIDSON

He bends me over his desk, his large, warm hand disappearing up my skirt. Shivers run down my spine as he trails his fingers up the inside of my thigh.

"You are late," he grumbles, but the movement of his fingers tells me he is far from pissed about my tardiness, and all too pleased to punish me. I clench my thighs, a vain attempt to quell the throbbing between my legs as I anticipate whatever he has in store for me.

I shut my diary and take a peek around, making sure no one saw me scribble that insane entry into my diary, even though my cubicle is right outside the CEO's office, and I'm early. No one would come here unannounced.

Still, the fact that I'm not writing and instead goofing off while scribbling fantasies about my new boss-hot new boss-is unnerving. If I get caught, my job is gone. Between losing everything I worked hard for and all the trouble it took to become Rhys Redmond's assistant, I have about fifty dollars to my name.

Cyrus won't let me work night shifts at his diner anymore, insisting I need to rest from weeks of crazy working hours. Rest won't pay the bills, but telling him that will only make him try to offer financial help. I hate handouts more than I despise my current state.

As I tuck my diary away, the cause of my perpetually wet panties walks past me, leaving a waft of my new favorite scent in his wake. As if it's not enough that Rhys Redmond looks like a magazine cover model and has the body of an adonis, he smells phenomenal too. What I wouldn't give to wear his jacket.

"I hope you're preparing my itinerary and not goofing off," he says.

"Already on your desk, Mr. Redmond," I report. "You have a missed call from Miss Clive. She left a message-"

The slam of his door cuts me off.

Asshole.

I may have neglected to mention that while my new boss is hotter than hell, he is a jerk with an ego bigger than the entire state of New York. Not to mention, as soon as I was assigned to him as an assistant, he decided he hated my guts and has spent the last few weeks showing me just how much.

Lucky for him, I don't give up either. I fought tooth and nail to get this job, and I will keep it no matter how many times the tiger in that office growls at me.