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Bossing Me: A Billionaire Office Romance

"BEDROOM OR BOARDROOM, CHERRY. IT DOESN'T MATTER. I'M ONE HUNDRED PERCENT IN CHARGE."

Those words are burned on my brain.

Spoken by none other than my billionaire-bastard-of-a-boss, Rex March.

He's part empire builder, part dream crusher.

Controlling. Demanding. Hard as steel.

Feared by his enemies. Loved by more women than a rock star.

And he's the man I'm relying on to save me from financial disaster.

I know. Smart, right?

Rex swooped in with his bag of money to rescue my cosmetics business.

I mean, what could possibly go wrong?

Our spark is instant, undeniable but surrendering to those urges comes at a price.

I've traded everything for one shot at success and love.

Will Rex be the hero of my dreams or my own special ruin?


An Excerpt from the Book

If I’ve learned one thing in business over the years, it’s to never let the other guy know what you’re thinking. No way in hell was I going to let Cherry just walk away from our deal with a five-minute phone call. 

And if I got my way, there wouldn’t be an end to the deal at all. 

She’s just not getting it. 

She should know better. If I had to be the one to teach her that lesson, so be it. 

I snapped my suit coat at the elbows and walked straight for her. Cherry scrambled from the chair she sat in, getting to her feet and pointing at me. 

“Stop!” she yelled. “I don’t want to talk to you about anything. I’m not changing my mind!” 

I didn’t hesitate. Nothing would stand in my way. 

She’d been working in a corner of the warehouse, leaving her no way to escape. Cherry was going to listen to me, whether she liked it or not. 

“Rex!” 

By now only a few feet separated us. I stopped and waited, giving her some time to calm down. While I stood there, I looked around the warehouse. A lot had changed since my first visit there. 

“Things look to be coming together nicely,” I said, turning my attention to Cherry again. 

She ignored me. “Whatever you have in mind - it’s not going to work. I can’t keep doing this with you. Don’t make this any harder than it needs to be.” 

While she spoke, I took a couple of steps toward her. She shook her head and extended a hand. 

“Stop, please,” she said, her outstretched fingers trembling. “I meant what I said. I want out.” 

I kept moving until her hand touched my chest. Reaching up, I wrapped my fingers around her wrist and pulled it away. Cherry struggled to break free but I didn’t let go right away, holding her firm for an extra second.

When I did, Cherry snapped her hand back to her side and glared at me.

“Get out.” 

I straightened my spine. “I’m still an owner of this business. I’m not going anywhere until we talk.” 

“I have nothing to say to you. Leave.” 

Goddamn if she didn’t look sexy as hell. 

The fire in her eyes lit my fucking fuse, man, driving my cock to a near instant erection. What I wanted, more than anything, was to sink my dick into her sweet, sweet pussy - right here, right now. 

Fuck the “one rule”. 

“Why are you looking at me like that?” she asked, snapping me out of it. 

I ignored her question, allowing my eyes to roam up and down her body, thinking about having her again. She wore a simple white t-shirt and jeans that hugged every delicious curve. 

It’s not like I tried to keep it a secret. 

Hell, why would I? As far as I was concerned, we were fucking. 

End of story. 

“No way,” she said, without a word from me. “That is not happening under any circumstances. Forget it.” 

However, her t-shirt told a different story. Cherry’s nipples peaked in an instant, showing me everything her mouth contradicted. 

I locked eyes with her. “You sure about that?” 

Her mouth dropped open and Cherry snapped her arms across her chest, scowling at me. 

“I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.” 

I took a step forward. “Me either.” 

Her eyes widened. Cherry forced a swallow down her throat. 

“So, I guess,” she stammered. “One of us is wrong.” 

“Let’s find out.” 

I stepped right up to her. Cherry flinched, holding her breath. But she held her ground, keeping herself closed off from me, determined to have it her way. 

“I am not sleeping with you,” she said, digging in once more. “Not now. Not ever.” 

I nodded at her. “You’re the most beautiful liar I’ve ever known.” 

“I am not lying!” she screamed, closing her eyes and balling her fists. 

Once she’d finished, I looked at her. Cherry grew more agitated by the second. 

“Prove it,” I said. “Kiss me.” 

“No! I don’t have to prove anything to you!” 

Anger radiated from her body. Cherry stood there, almost shaking. I studied her a few seconds, giving her plenty of time to leave me standing there alone - if that’s what she wanted. She could walk away, it was up to her. 

Instead, she remained frozen in place, staring at me. 

“What do you want from me?” she said at last, her voice not much louder than a whisper. 

I moved closer. “Isn’t it obvious? Everything.” 

Cherry looked away, her reply quieter still. “I can’t give you that. Don’t you understand?” 

Extending my hand, I touched my fingers beneath her chin and curled them in my direction. Cherry resisted at first, but soon looked toward me. 

“No,” I replied, shaking my head. “I don’t understand. I’ve moved mountains for you and I’ll continue to do so. Nothing will stop me from helping to make your dreams come true. Haven’t I done enough to prove that to you?” 

Cherry looked away from me again, rubbing her upper arms with her hands. While she did, I removed my suit coat and walked toward her. 

She flinched and pulled away. “I’m fine.” 

“Shut up,” I said. “We can disagree but I’m not going to stand here and watch you shiver to death.”

She grimaced but didn’t resist when I flung the jacket around her shoulders. In fact, once I had, she pulled it snug across her body.

“Better?” I asked.

A small smile came to her face. “Yes. Thank you.”

Before she could react, I leaned in and kissed her on the cheek. Cherry shot a glance at me.

“Why did you do that?”

“Simple,” I replied with a shrug. “I wanted to.”

“Like you always do,” she said, shaking her head.

Her tone carried a weariness, like she’d shouldered some great goddamn burden by having me in her life. Whatever urges I’d felt when I got there withered away in an instant. I didn’t need to stand there and tolerate nonsense like that from her.

I turned away, flicking my wrist. “Keep the coat.”

I hadn’t gone far, maybe ten or fifteen feet, when she called out.

“Where are you going?”

I stopped and turned to face her. “I’m leaving. That’s what you want, isn’t it?”

Cherry shrugged. “I don’t know anymore. I mean, I want you here but I just… it’s hard to explain.” 

I grimaced. “I’m an open fucking book. I’ve made it clear I’m in your corner but you’ve decided that’s not what you want. When I try and leave, you don’t want that either.”

She averted her eyes while I continued.

“I don’t have time for goddamn games. You’ve got my money and my attention, something every entrepreneur would kill to have. I’m not sure what else I’m supposed to give to you. Shit, what else is there?”

Cherry looked at me.

Without speaking, she walked in my direction, closing to within a foot and dropping my coat to the manufacturing room floor.

Reaching for my face, Cherry had a distant look in her eyes, a kind of sadness. I watched her move even closer, bringing her lips toward me. As bad as I wanted to hold her, touch her, taste her - this wouldn’t do. When her eyes flickered closed, I touched her with my palm, stopping her.

“What are you doing?” I asked.

Cherry opened her eyes. “What do you mean? Isn’t it what you want?”

“Jesus fucking Christ,” I groaned. “I can get pussy anywhere, twenty-four seven. That’s not why I’m here. There’s more to it. I’m here for you, to fight for what we have. Isn’t that what you want as well?”

Looking into her eyes, I noticed a glassy sheen. The edges of her eyelids pooled with moisture and then, a single tear dribbled down, leaving traces of it on her t-shirt.

“Yes,” She replied. “But not right now. I need you. Just you. Not the billionaire Rex. Just Rex, the man.” 

Damn.

Hearing those words from her lips sent a fucking bolt of lightning through my soul. No woman had ever said anything like that to me. For a second, I didn’t have a goddamn response, I just stood there floored by what she’d uttered.

“Fuck me, Rex,” she began, reaching toward my ear and tracing it with a soft caress of her nails. “Fuck me.”

Goodreads reviews for Bossing Me

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"BEDROOM OR BOARDROOM, CHERRY. IT DOESN'T MATTER. I'M ONE HUNDRED PERCENT IN CHARGE."

Those words are burned on my brain.

Spoken by none other than my billionaire-bastard-of-a-boss, Rex March.

He's part empire builder, part dream crusher.

Controlling. Demanding. Hard as steel.

Feared by his enemies. Loved by more women than a rock star.

And he's the man I'm relying on to save me from financial disaster.

I know. Smart, right?

Rex swooped in with his bag of money to rescue my cosmetics business.

I mean, what could possibly go wrong?

Our spark is instant, undeniable but surrendering to those urges comes at a price.

I've traded everything for one shot at success and love.

Will Rex be the hero of my dreams or my own special ruin?


An Excerpt from the Book

If I’ve learned one thing in business over the years, it’s to never let the other guy know what you’re thinking. No way in hell was I going to let Cherry just walk away from our deal with a five-minute phone call. 

And if I got my way, there wouldn’t be an end to the deal at all. 

She’s just not getting it. 

She should know better. If I had to be the one to teach her that lesson, so be it. 

I snapped my suit coat at the elbows and walked straight for her. Cherry scrambled from the chair she sat in, getting to her feet and pointing at me. 

“Stop!” she yelled. “I don’t want to talk to you about anything. I’m not changing my mind!” 

I didn’t hesitate. Nothing would stand in my way. 

She’d been working in a corner of the warehouse, leaving her no way to escape. Cherry was going to listen to me, whether she liked it or not. 

“Rex!” 

By now only a few feet separated us. I stopped and waited, giving her some time to calm down. While I stood there, I looked around the warehouse. A lot had changed since my first visit there. 

“Things look to be coming together nicely,” I said, turning my attention to Cherry again. 

She ignored me. “Whatever you have in mind - it’s not going to work. I can’t keep doing this with you. Don’t make this any harder than it needs to be.” 

While she spoke, I took a couple of steps toward her. She shook her head and extended a hand. 

“Stop, please,” she said, her outstretched fingers trembling. “I meant what I said. I want out.” 

I kept moving until her hand touched my chest. Reaching up, I wrapped my fingers around her wrist and pulled it away. Cherry struggled to break free but I didn’t let go right away, holding her firm for an extra second.

When I did, Cherry snapped her hand back to her side and glared at me.

“Get out.” 

I straightened my spine. “I’m still an owner of this business. I’m not going anywhere until we talk.” 

“I have nothing to say to you. Leave.” 

Goddamn if she didn’t look sexy as hell. 

The fire in her eyes lit my fucking fuse, man, driving my cock to a near instant erection. What I wanted, more than anything, was to sink my dick into her sweet, sweet pussy - right here, right now. 

Fuck the “one rule”. 

“Why are you looking at me like that?” she asked, snapping me out of it. 

I ignored her question, allowing my eyes to roam up and down her body, thinking about having her again. She wore a simple white t-shirt and jeans that hugged every delicious curve. 

It’s not like I tried to keep it a secret. 

Hell, why would I? As far as I was concerned, we were fucking. 

End of story. 

“No way,” she said, without a word from me. “That is not happening under any circumstances. Forget it.” 

However, her t-shirt told a different story. Cherry’s nipples peaked in an instant, showing me everything her mouth contradicted. 

I locked eyes with her. “You sure about that?” 

Her mouth dropped open and Cherry snapped her arms across her chest, scowling at me. 

“I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.” 

I took a step forward. “Me either.” 

Her eyes widened. Cherry forced a swallow down her throat. 

“So, I guess,” she stammered. “One of us is wrong.” 

“Let’s find out.” 

I stepped right up to her. Cherry flinched, holding her breath. But she held her ground, keeping herself closed off from me, determined to have it her way. 

“I am not sleeping with you,” she said, digging in once more. “Not now. Not ever.” 

I nodded at her. “You’re the most beautiful liar I’ve ever known.” 

“I am not lying!” she screamed, closing her eyes and balling her fists. 

Once she’d finished, I looked at her. Cherry grew more agitated by the second. 

“Prove it,” I said. “Kiss me.” 

“No! I don’t have to prove anything to you!” 

Anger radiated from her body. Cherry stood there, almost shaking. I studied her a few seconds, giving her plenty of time to leave me standing there alone - if that’s what she wanted. She could walk away, it was up to her. 

Instead, she remained frozen in place, staring at me. 

“What do you want from me?” she said at last, her voice not much louder than a whisper. 

I moved closer. “Isn’t it obvious? Everything.” 

Cherry looked away, her reply quieter still. “I can’t give you that. Don’t you understand?” 

Extending my hand, I touched my fingers beneath her chin and curled them in my direction. Cherry resisted at first, but soon looked toward me. 

“No,” I replied, shaking my head. “I don’t understand. I’ve moved mountains for you and I’ll continue to do so. Nothing will stop me from helping to make your dreams come true. Haven’t I done enough to prove that to you?” 

Cherry looked away from me again, rubbing her upper arms with her hands. While she did, I removed my suit coat and walked toward her. 

She flinched and pulled away. “I’m fine.” 

“Shut up,” I said. “We can disagree but I’m not going to stand here and watch you shiver to death.”

She grimaced but didn’t resist when I flung the jacket around her shoulders. In fact, once I had, she pulled it snug across her body.

“Better?” I asked.

A small smile came to her face. “Yes. Thank you.”

Before she could react, I leaned in and kissed her on the cheek. Cherry shot a glance at me.

“Why did you do that?”

“Simple,” I replied with a shrug. “I wanted to.”

“Like you always do,” she said, shaking her head.

Her tone carried a weariness, like she’d shouldered some great goddamn burden by having me in her life. Whatever urges I’d felt when I got there withered away in an instant. I didn’t need to stand there and tolerate nonsense like that from her.

I turned away, flicking my wrist. “Keep the coat.”

I hadn’t gone far, maybe ten or fifteen feet, when she called out.

“Where are you going?”

I stopped and turned to face her. “I’m leaving. That’s what you want, isn’t it?”

Cherry shrugged. “I don’t know anymore. I mean, I want you here but I just… it’s hard to explain.” 

I grimaced. “I’m an open fucking book. I’ve made it clear I’m in your corner but you’ve decided that’s not what you want. When I try and leave, you don’t want that either.”

She averted her eyes while I continued.

“I don’t have time for goddamn games. You’ve got my money and my attention, something every entrepreneur would kill to have. I’m not sure what else I’m supposed to give to you. Shit, what else is there?”

Cherry looked at me.

Without speaking, she walked in my direction, closing to within a foot and dropping my coat to the manufacturing room floor.

Reaching for my face, Cherry had a distant look in her eyes, a kind of sadness. I watched her move even closer, bringing her lips toward me. As bad as I wanted to hold her, touch her, taste her - this wouldn’t do. When her eyes flickered closed, I touched her with my palm, stopping her.

“What are you doing?” I asked.

Cherry opened her eyes. “What do you mean? Isn’t it what you want?”

“Jesus fucking Christ,” I groaned. “I can get pussy anywhere, twenty-four seven. That’s not why I’m here. There’s more to it. I’m here for you, to fight for what we have. Isn’t that what you want as well?”

Looking into her eyes, I noticed a glassy sheen. The edges of her eyelids pooled with moisture and then, a single tear dribbled down, leaving traces of it on her t-shirt.

“Yes,” She replied. “But not right now. I need you. Just you. Not the billionaire Rex. Just Rex, the man.” 

Damn.

Hearing those words from her lips sent a fucking bolt of lightning through my soul. No woman had ever said anything like that to me. For a second, I didn’t have a goddamn response, I just stood there floored by what she’d uttered.

“Fuck me, Rex,” she began, reaching toward my ear and tracing it with a soft caress of her nails. “Fuck me.”

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