All Chapters of Chasing The Boss: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

The moment Lexi Carter stumbled into me at the gala, two things came to mind. Firstly, she was the worst spy I'd ever seen, and secondly, I had to have her. Not like that. Though the way her ridiculous dress clung to her hips certainly didn't hurt. But what fascinated me was the fire in her eyes when she accused me of dishonesty. Most people either feared me or wanted something from me. Lexi looked at me like I was a stain on her favorite shoes. Finally, someone interesting. I smirked.At the gala, the champagne flute in my hand was just for show. I hadn't taken a sip all evening. I was too busy watching the little journalist from The Daily Buzz make her terrible attempt at espionage. Lexi Carter moved through the charity gala like a bull in a crystal shop, her cheap black dress and scuffed heels standing out among the designer gowns like a warning sign.Gregory appeared at my elbow. “She hacked our press list to get in, sir. Should I have security remove her?”I watched as Lexi

The moment Lexi's phone lit up again with Ethan Shaw's name, my entire body went on high alert. I watched the color drain from her face as she quickly silenced the call, her fingers trembling slightly against the screen. “You know him,” I stated, steering her firmly toward the private elevator. My grip on her elbow was perhaps tighter than necessary, but the sudden appearance of that particular name in connection with Lexi Carter set off every alarm bell in my system. She yanked her arm free the second the elevator doors closed. “It's personal.” The way her chin jutted out in defiance would have been adorable if the situation weren't so dangerous. I studied her in the elevator's dim lighting. The rapid pulse at her throat, the way she unconsciously bit her lower lip. For a woman who claimed to hate me, she stood remarkably close to me in this confined space. The garage doors opened to reveal Marcus waiting with the town car. “Change of plans,” I told Lexi, guiding her toward

The sound of my first name on Lexi's lips hit me like an electric bolt.No one in this building had ever called me anything but “Mr. Cross” or “sir.” Hell, my own board members trembled when they had to address me directly. But here stood this infuriating woman in her red dress that made my mouth go dry, calling me Lucian like she had every right in the world.“Did you just call me Lucian?” I repeated, my voice dropping to that dangerous tone that usually made grown men piss themselves.But Lexi lifted her chin higher, those whiskey eyes blazing with defiance. “That's your name, isn't it?”Gregory cleared his throat behind me, probably sensing the tension crackling between us like live wire. The smart bastard excused himself with a mumbled “I'll check on those reports, sir.” and practically sprinted toward the elevator.Coward.I stepped closer to Lexi, close enough to catch that citrus scent that had been driving me insane for weeks. “You work for me,” I said slowly, deliberately. “T

The elevator doors closed, taking Lexi away out of sight, in and I immediately wanted to punch something. Preferably Victor Kane's smug face.I stared at the closed doors for a full minute, fighting the urge to chase after her. This was for the best. She will be safe at the cabin, and I could handle Victor without worrying about collateral damage.My phone rang. An unknown number flashed across the screen.“Cross.” I said coldly.“She's prettier in person,” Victor's oily voice slithered through the speaker. “That red dress really brings out her eyes.”What? My hand tightened on the phone so hard I heard the case crack. “If you touch her…”“Oh, Lucian. So predictable.” He chuckled like we were old friends sharing a joke. “You always were too emotional. Your grandfather would be disappointed.”“My grandfather should have fed you to the sharks years ago.”“Maybe.” He scoffed. “But your grandfather is dead, and you're still that scared little boy who wet himself at board meetings.”I sat

I sat in the diner for another ten minutes after Lexi left, staring at her half-eaten pancakes and trying to figure out how one small woman could turn my perfectly ordered life upside down.The waitress, a middle-aged woman with tired eyes and coffee stains on her apron, approached my table. “You gonna order something, honey, or just sit there looking like someone stole your puppy?”“Just coffee,” I muttered, pulling out my wallet.She poured me a cup of what looked like motor oil. “That your girlfriend who ran off?”I nearly choked on the bitter liquid. “She's not my girlfriend.”“Uh-huh.” The waitress gave me a knowing look. “And I'm the Queen of England.” She mocked. “You got that same look my husband gets when I'm being stubborn.”“She's…” I paused, not sure how to explain what Lexi was to me. “Complicated.”“The good ones usually are.” She refilled my cup without asking. “You know what your problem is?”I raised an eyebrow. Great. Relationship advice from a diner waitress. “Enlig