Boss Secretary Novels & Stories

"Really? Katlyn did that when she was little?” I rounded the corner, and the world seemed to tilt. Sitting at our small dining table, looking perfectly handsome and deceptively innocent in a fresh navy suit, was my boss. He looked up, his grey eyes gleaming with a dark, intense focus that pinned me to the spot. "Oh, hi, Assistant." I stood frozen, my hand gripping the doorframe as I stared at him in utter shock. My grandma noticed me first. "Katlyn! Don't just stand there being disrespectful," Nana scolded, though her eyes were bright with excitement. "How clumsy could you be to leave your bag at the office? Your very generous boss brought it back to you personally.”

The employee or the boss? “Go prepare the car, I'm going to do shopping.” “And why do I have to obey you? The boss is Mr. Hilaire.” Aaron couldn't help but look at her tanned skin, her neckline, her big breasts. She yawned and then stretched her body, her breasts bristled, her navel appeared and he looked at her flat stomach. “Simply because I am the boss's daughter.” He looked away and was trying to think of something else so as not to erect.

Sleeping with your new boss is not the kind of thing that looks good on anyone's resume, not to mention the awkwardness it creates around the office. And two... I was pissed. I want you so badly, Aria. I need you" and now he didn't recognize me? What an asshole! With his ridiculous indoor sunglasses, his oh-so-cool cigarette, and his stupid black borderline-tuxedo. I hated him. Work was painfully slow that day. It seemed that the arrival of Logan Mendel. his name was Logan, just plain old Logan, not any of the aforementioned exotic names such as Blaze, Blade, Slade, or Jethro...

“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?”

The doors open, and unlike the first floor, there was only one person. "Good morning, Mr. Scott. Here's the paperwork you asked for. And the meeting with the shareholders will start in two hours," the person says, bombarding Joshua with information. "Thank you, Miss Kim," Joshua receives the paperwork. I couldn't help but notice how stunning that Asian descendant was. Long black hair, well-cared-for skin, dressed elegantly, and despite wearing heels that seemed taller than her feet, which made her a few inches taller than me, she walked as if she were walking down a runway.

She stops at the head of the table. “Good day gentleman. You can all stand up. The Boss will be entering now” she says and her voice sounds familiar but I just cannot place where I have heard it before. The Boss enters the room with a black cloak covering his face. He walks around the room and takes the seat at the head of the table, right below the vent where Lilliana and I are hiding. The Boss places his hands on the arm rests and I notice a ring on his left small- finger. Johnny has told me about these rings, he has one just like it. The rings are a symbol of your position and rank as a Mafia boss. This Boss has the same symbol on his ring that Johhny has. It carries the engraving of a fa

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 chuckled and sipped his drink, his expression shifting into something unreadable. I smiled softly. Nightlife indeed. He paused, his gaze sharpening slightly. “And your boss? Who is he and what does he do?” “This is your chance, Miss Wilde,” Derrick’s voice cracked in my earpiece. “Steer the conversation toward Weston, but don’t make it too obvious. Let him think it’s his idea.” I straightened myself, taking a steady breath. "My boss is the president of Weston Corp, one of America’s business conglomerates who dominated Bellmore. Weston is vast in a lot of industries, and tech is just one of them."

He thought withinhim but she would not look It looked as if she was the only one in the room to her All the executives also wanted to talk but then, they were scared of his reaction. They wondered what would be of the poor secretary because of how stern their boss wa No one knew what was going on in the mind of their bos All they knew was that he was just staring at the poor secretary coldly Somehow, she amused hi Dressed in a professional short gown on pair of flat heels, she looked so slender and flawless It shot out her full ass and her boss looked so dangling that he wished he would have a taste of it at the moment

The pressure of work must have ruined her boss's sanity. ​The burden of leading a multinational company had caused Mr. King to suffer a psychological breakdown, hallucinating that he was a fictional monster from a trashy novel, and then somehow the man ended up naked on the roof of his own company's building before Nichole accidentally brought him home. ​Everything suddenly made sense! Her boss was a madman who needed a psychiatrist's help, not a mythical werewolf.