Boss And Employee Romance Novels Novels & Stories

Alana's POV My heart threatens to jump out of my chest as his lips devour mine. The shock dies and turns into realisation that my fucking boss is kissing me like I'm the oxygen he needs to survive. I've kissed a lot of guys in my life but this one, the fact that I know how wrong it is, the fact that he'd been against this but now is the one kissing me makes it feel so good. I could feel his desperation for me the longer the kiss went on, I wanted more, I needed more but his lips pulled away from mine. Fuck.

Rico asked himself. The answer came unbidden, in the echo of the Boss’s voice: Mine. Days blurred into a rhythm. Morning walks through manicured gardens. Afternoons shadowed by the Boss’s presence. Evenings filled with conversations that danced between tenderness and control. The Boss was relentless in his obsession. He sent gifts—books Rico once mentioned in passing, clothes tailored to his frame, paintings that mirrored his features. He spoke of a future where they would build something greater than crime, something eternal.

“So, it looks like your Alpha is doing his research.” She glared at her friend. “Stop that. Maybe it just got under his desk.” “I don’t know, Chief. An employee who hinted interest in his boss reading a fiction novel with a similar theme doesn’t sound farfetched. If anything, this confirmed he’s into you!” Did it? She glanced at the book on her desk. An erotic novel about a sexually submissive female boss and a dominant young male intern. Not far from their status at all. Did that mean Greg had such a preference?

quotes about their "torrid office romance." My phone buzzed again with another message from Hazel: "There's more! Check these out!" She sent three more links to similar stories. "Media Frenzy: Billionaire CEO-Assistant Relationship Rocks Corporate World" "Office Romance Gone Public: The Risks of Dating the Boss" "Power Imbalance or True Love? The Ethics of Executive-Assistant Relationships" I clicked through each one, a strange mix of emotions swirling inside me. Relief that none of these were about Alexander and me, but also a creeping sense of dread. This could be us. This could so easily be us.

Even though we weren’t at the office now, I felt like making our unofficial rule official. "We are going to be discreet about it like others," he said mischievously, and I arched an eyebrow. "What, you don't think the employees do office romance, despite the rule against it?" "If their boss is going to be like this, then you'd better remove that rule because you have no idea how many curses you have earned from your employees just for that. Plus, Mr. Storm, you are the possessive type. You would never be satisfied just behind the doors. You have a natural instinct to show the world that I'm yours."

"You didn't even tell me you'll be back!" Cassie joined in, laughing in delight. "And you brought our favorite food! How? I thought you were meant to come back at the end of the month" "I got an early day off from the boss," Annette explained. "Hudson?" Jane asked "Nope, we will talk about that later, it was the boss at the top that gave me a week off because he heard I needed to go home." Annette explained slowly. "I see, well I officially love your boss." Jane said, smiling broadly.

"You can’t indulge in a relationship with the boss and expect everyone to continue to treat you like one of them. What the hell were you thinking? He's your boss! He’s a billionaire. You’ve confirmed their original expectations of you and now they are enjoying the gossip." What could she say in her own defense? That the kiss had been a form of punishment because she’d likened him to a dog called Dany? Or that he’d used the kiss to warn off the Collins because Scott believed he’d stood her up on a date? The first was really stupid and unbelievable in the cold light of a new day. And the second was just as ridiculous. "You have even more problems" Betty added as she handed her phone to her. "H

I left everything behind, could I get a better job in Brazil? I enter the room, it smells like money, the cream colored walls are well lit, on top of the large rectangular table are several papers, a computer from the Diamond SX line, behind the table a large padded chair. I'm sure that this room alone is worth more than my life. I observe the bookcase full of trophies and whiskey bottles of various types, there are also several picture frames with huge photos, I take one of them in hand and look closely at my boss, here he is even more handsome than in the magazines and gossip sites, the full dark eyebrows and frowns gave him a bad face look. I put the portrait holder in place and immediate

On her boss. She was pacing, He’s a vampire?? Do vampires even exist? My boss…..CEO? She slid down the wall until she was sitting on the cold floor, knees pulled to her chest. The smell of cleaning supplies surrounded her. Bleach. Ammonia. “Jesus,” she whispered, squeezing her eyes shut. “Jesus, please. Please help me.” Her voice cracked. She closed her eyes,tried to breathe. Tried to think. But all she could see were those eyes. Pale. Predatory. Locked on hers.

“He even gave me this today. Said it would protect me.” Lydia’s eyes sparkled as she looked at the pendant. “That’s beautiful! And thoughtful. Most bosses don’t give gifts like that. Are you two…?” “No!” I said quickly, waving my hands. “Nothing like that. He just said he wants to be friends. Even though he’s my boss.” Lydia grinned and took a bite of her salad. “Friends with the big boss? That could be dangerous… or very interesting. So tell me about you, Clara. What did you do before this job?”