Bad Boss by: Clarissa Wild


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Title: Bad Boss
Author: Clarissa Wild
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Cover Design: Booming Covers
Release Date: July 19, 2017



BLURB 
What do men want more than anything? Money and women.

As the CEO of one of the biggest companies in the city, I am one lucky man.

Everyone wants a taste of what I’ve got to offer, and it’s massive. Girls fight over me in droves.

In my fantasy, of course. I had to make some sacrifices to get to the top.

To protect myself and the company, I always have to hide my dirty little secret…

I’m a panty sniffer.

What? A man has needs. Mine are just a bit more… outrageous. Instead of dating, I hoard panties.

Except it’s about to blow up in my face.

Why?

Because a beautiful girl just showed up for a job interview … the same girl I just bought a pair of panties from anonymously…

And what do I do?

I let my junk do the thinking, and hire her as my intern.


Author’s note: Don’t take it too hard, it’s just a book, not a big D. But this guy does have one. I’m not kidding. His schlong is huge and his ego is too, so beware. And as always … if you don’t like slapstick jokes and corny romance, don’t bother to read.



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EXCERPTS - **Both uncorrected and unedited**

#1
When I open my door again, Pepper runs in and steals my wet panties, snagging them from the floor.

“No! Pepper, wait!” I yell as she rushes into the living room with my panties firmly jammed in her jaws.

I stumble after her, catching her … not in time.

Because TJ is standing there with a cup of coffee in his hand, gazing at the dog in my hands and the piece of fabric stuck between her teeth.

He bursts out into laughter at the sight of me rolling on the carpet with a dog. “I’m sorry, that’s the funniest shit I’ve seen in days.”

Clutching the dog, I frown at him. “Are you drinking coffee?”

“Yeah, made myself a cup. Want one too?”

“Seriously?” I ask, crawling up from the floor. “Do you always snoop through people’s kitchen?”

He shrugs. “Well, since we were already partly going third base, I thought I might as well make myself at home.”

I almost choke on my breath. “Third base?”

I takes a sip. “You know I saw you staring at my chest, right? That constitutes to eye-f.”

“I was not staring. And Jesus, eye-f? No. Letting my eyes roam free? Maybe. That’s a whole different thing.”

“Semantics.”

“Uh no,” I say, trying to lie my way through this.

“Right …” He slurps again, and then zooms in on the dog in my arms. “Is that …” I forgot.

I snatch the panties out of her mouth and hide them behind my back. “Paper.”

“Paper …” he repeats, raising a brow as he slurps on his coffee. “Odd.”

I turn around and saunter back into the bedroom, pretending nothing happened, but his words make me cringe.

“I could swear I saw some fringe … from, you know, something that looks like … panties.”

I throw them on my bed and quickly shut the door. “You saw nothing,” I say.

The irrevocable smirk on his face is infuriating. “Right.”

“You keep saying that …”

“Because you just keep pretending there’s nothing happening, even when there is.”

“It’s called management. You should know that, considering your job function.”

“No, it’s called avoiding.” He takes another sip of his coffee. “And I do none of that, especially when it comes to you.”

Fuck. That comment really makes my clench, but I won’t let myself be caught off guard by my own damn horniness. Definitely not with him.

He’s my boss, for crying out loud.

Things should be … professional, between us.

I raise my brow at him drinking his coffee like nobody’s business. “Want one too?” he asks after a while.

“Well, since you’re offering so nicely … why yes, thank you,” I say, with a sarcastic smile, which makes him smile back even harder.

“I’ll make you some.”

“From my own machine. In my own house.”

“Semantics, Lesley!” he calls out from the kitchen, making me roll my eyes.



#2 
I close twitter and go about my business, but my conversation with that girl keeps haunting me. When I check in a few hours later, she’s already sent me the tracking code. A package filled with sweet, sexy panties is on the way.

And I can’t stop myself from immediately using her email to search for her online. Is it sneaky? Yes. But I’m too obsessed to listen to that little voice in my head telling me I’m wrong for doing this. I just wanna find out who she is. Where she’s at. What she looks like. What her favorite movies and books are. What she likes to eat for breakfast.

It doesn’t take me long to find it either.

Somehow, on an obscure website, her old email address still lingers, where she mentions switching over to a new, anonymous one. So I use the old email to find her Facebook profile and bam … I’ve got a hit in minutes.

Not too bad for some detective work.

Guess she didn’t think about covering her tracks. Or maybe she just thought no one would be interested enough to find out.

But oh boy, when I find her pictures … real pictures … I’m smitten.

A pretty face hides underneath soft, blonde hair, the perfect flush on her cheeks. Her smile … so damn bright, it could light the room. And her curves … ouch, they’re so hot that I’m on fire from just looking at her.

Beautiful is an understatement.

I’m flabbergasted. Just blown away that a girl like her … sells panties to online strangers.

Who’d have thought?

Damn, I’m seriously impressed. When I look through her pictures of her drinking and partying with friends, but also hard at work on her laptop, I get the sense that she’s someone who lives out loud and loves life.

And that look in her eyes makes me choke up.
I click away from her pictures and back to her profile, still not capable of stopping myself from snooping. In her posts she talks about her classes and the work she’s doing with her ‘secret’ new business. And then there’s a post about her job application, and how she just sent it in with Morrows.

My company.
My inbox bleeps.
I click on the notification and stare at the email in complete shock.

From: LesleyFischer@Gmail.com
To: TJMorrows@Morrows.com
Subject: Application – Internship

It’s her.
Panty girl, applying for an internship at my company.
A grin slowly spreads on my face.
This is going to be interesting.



AUTHOR BIO 
Clarissa Wild is a New York Times & USA Today Bestselling author, best known for the dark Romance novel Mr. X. Her novels include the Fierce Series, the Delirious Series, the Stalker Duology, Twenty-One (21), Ultimate Sin, Viktor, Bad Teacher, RUIN, the Indecent Games Series, and FATHER. She is an avid reader and writer of sexy stories about hot men and feisty women. Her other loves include her furry cat friend and learning about different cultures. In her free time she enjoys watching all sorts of movies, reading tons of books and cooking her favorite meals.

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Comments

William Kendall said…
Congratulations to Clarissa.