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Breaking His Rules (The Office Affairs #2)
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Sleeping with my ex-boss?
Definitely not a great idea.
Even more so, when one mistake leads to another – our daughter (his daughter).
No way, I’m telling him about her!
Well, let’s see why?
For once, we conceived Ada just when he had told me that he preferred to stay a bachelor throughout his life.
He’s arrogant, jerk, filthy rich, off-limits, and…handsome as sin (oh God, help a girl out here).
And he’s got his own set of rules that I don’t wanna comply with.
Four years later and he’s back.
Did I mention that we are working together again?
I’ve broken so many rules in the past.
Is there one about him getting to know our daughter?
Not sure how long I can continue to break that one!
A full-length, standalone office romance with no cliffhanger, and a swoon worthy happily ever after.
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At the sound of my boss cursing loudly, I uttered a swear of my own under my breath and pressed my lips together. Nico Ulrich, my boss, had gotten back to the office and now, there was no way I’d be able to take the call I’d had scheduled for three-thirty that afternoon.
The call with the headhunter, the very one that I’d promised myself I wouldn’t even start to consider for another year.
And to be honest, it wasn’t even the first time I’d considered leaving my current job. My boss, Nico, ran his own sports agency. He was brilliant and talented and incredibly wealthy.
He was also a massive, massive dick.
At the sound of my name, I froze. Shit, I thought as I got to my feet. What now?
I walked into Nico’s office and saw him sitting behind his desk, his blue eyes blazing with anger. His black hair was slicked away from his chiseled face and his jaw was clenched so tightly that I could see it from where I stood across the room.
The truly unfortunate thing about my boss was that he was gorgeous. Like, easily the hottest man I’d ever seen.
If only he wasn’t such a huge asshole, I might have actually been interested in him. But as it was, I was hoping to leave Ulrich Sports for greener pastures. I was good at my job and I knew that landing on my feet wouldn’t exactly be difficult, but having Ulrich on my resume was certainly a feather in my cap. That was just one of the reasons why I’d been hoping to stick it out for at least another year before jumping ship, but I’d just about had it with Nico. His temper, his attitude – the way he took pride in regularly making some of his employees cry.
He’d never made me cry – at least, not at the office. I always pretended like I was too tough for that, and hopefully my ruse was enough to persuade Nico. I had a backbone of steel, but some days, there was only so much of Nico’s shit that I could take. He was hot-tempered and fierce, every bit the arrogant Russian businessman, and I knew that he’d gone through a string of personal assistants before I’d finally gotten the job.
“You’re the one who has stuck,” Nico had said one time, exaggerating his Russian accent and raising an eyebrow at me. The look he’d given me had made me blush and for a second, I wondered if he’d actually been coming onto me.
But no – that wasn’t possible. The look had disappeared as quickly as it had first shown in his eyes, and I’d forgotten all about it.
At least, I’d forgotten about it until now.
Nico was staring at me and I saw a trace of hunger in his eyes.
“What can I do for you?” I asked. Please, please, just send me some useless errand and then leave the office early, I thought as I crossed my fingers behind my back. I was still hoping to take that call from the headhunter – especially now that Nico had gotten up from his desk and had begun stomping around the room and growling under his breath. He picked up a statue on the glass coffee table in the center of his office and threw it at the wall with a loud thud! That would have made a more timid person wince.
“My fucking family,” Nico hissed under his breath. He shoved his hands into his pockets and stomped from one end of his office to the other. “They think they know what’s fucking good for me!” He turned to me and narrowed his eyes. “Tell me, Harper – do you listen to your parents?”
When I didn’t answer immediately, a sadistic smile crossed his face and again I was struck by the realization that Nico was truly gorgeous. His skin was alabaster pale and despite the fact that he was in his late thirties, there wasn’t a single line on his face. The late afternoon sun streaming in through the blinds made his sapphire-blue eyes sparkle and his dark hair looked so soft that I had to restrain the urge to run my fingers through it.
“Are you a good girl, Harper?” Nico asked, cocking his head to the side and smiling. His words sent a chill down my spine – didn’t he realize that such a phrase was loaded with sexual meaning in American English?
He does, I suddenly realized. He knows exactly what he’s doing to me.
“I’m not sure what you mean, exactly,” I replied.
Nico didn’t respond for what felt like an eternity. The air between us crackled and sizzled with tension, and my heart began to thump faster in my chest. I shifted my weight from one foot to the other and my clit started to throb in my panties as the material slipped against the lips of my pussy.