Office Lessons

For Maria, having a playboy boss has meant getting lessons in the opposite sex. Now she's ready to use those lessons to win over her boss, Chase, starting with a sexy pair of high heels and a subtle change in wardrobe. But is she really ready for what will happen now that she has full attention?

Excerpt:
“What the hell are those, Maria?”

I glanced up and saw where my boss, Chase Greyson, was staring and had to bite back a smile. This was not precisely the reaction I’d been hoping for, but it was a start. “Don’t you like my new shoes?”

“They’re…” His voice went husky for a moment and he swallowed hard. “They’re very different. But do you really think they’re appropriate for the office?”

The shoes were four-inch high platforms and strappy. The only concession to professionalism was their color: black. “I’ve seen lots of women wear similar when they came to see you.”

“Yeah. Well. That’s…” His color changed and now he almost sounded like he was being strangled by his tie.

“Don’t worry, Mr. Greyson. I sit down behind the desk for most of the day, so no one will see my feet, if that’s what you’re worried about.” No one but him, of course, but that was the point. Not that it would be wise to admit so out loud.

“Fine. Just make sure not to do it again.”

“Yes, sir.” I sighed as he turned on his heel and abruptly stomped off into his office.

Well. I’d gotten his attention for a moment, but he hadn’t seemed very happy about it. I wondered again if I was doing the right thing.

My phone buzzed and I glanced at the text message from my best friend, Lexi. Did he like them?

I hesitated. It was still early enough for the office to be empty at the moment so it wasn’t really like I was putting off any sort of work to answer a private message. I tapped out: Hard to say. Think they pissed him off more than anything.

Her first response was an emoji. The shocked face.

Followed by: Maybe he was trying to hide how turned on he was?

I sighed. Doubt it.

You said that was his thing.

True enough. I didn’t think Chase’s interest in such things was strong enough to be considered a fetish in the proper sense. But it was the only thing I’d seen that any of the dozens of women who had come to his office for a ‘quick visit’ had in common. He didn’t have a particular preference for body type or any one kind of appearance. The only thing that I had ever seen in all of them was the choice of shoes.

And after years of watching and wishing for him to notice me, I’d decided to take matters into my own hand. Or foot, as it were.

It had mostly been Lexi’s idea. Probably because she’d finally gotten tired of hearing me gush about my boss all the time. She sometimes accuses me of thinking that he’s the fairy tale prince, who’s going to ride in on a white horse to rescue me from my drab life.

She couldn’t be more wrong.

He’s not a prince. He’s a player. A heartbreaker.

I’ve seen the path of destruction he’s wreaked among women. I know what he is. And I definitely know he’s not perfect.

But I want him.