Novel & Cerita Dating My Boss Online

"You actually managed to calm her down? And what's that about the affection level you mentioned?" I was brutally honest, confessing everything—from the game and the system to even the color of my underwear. The final boss visibly blushed, and his affection level shot up to 40%. So, he was one of those shy types. My mind went wild again. "Maybe I should take the initiative. He has eight-pack abs! It'd be a waste not to touch them! What do I need to know about dating a boss? Will I get pregnant? I wonder what his last name is."

I was hoping for an advice "Seriously Anne. This is serious. I can't marry my boss" "Why? What is wrong with that. I won't mind dating my boss if he is as sexy and handsome as Zion" she said dreamly, licking her lips and I groan. "Anne because he is my boss. My frigging boss. I can't go on dating my boss. People would talk. My face would be flying everywhere in the headlines the next day. I don't want that" "Well I won't mind that too. I love attention" I groan, this conversation isn't going anywhere. It's like my words are entering Anne's right ear and passing out through the left ear into the air. I shouldn't be surprised, this is who Anne is

Even if we were dating I wouldn’t be ready for that. “Sydney, Ms Bryant, that’s the other thing I need to discuss with you…I think it would be better if we were to keep our relationship strictly professional here at work. That includes any trips or conventions.” I pause, making sure she is listening as I add. “Even if we were dating, I’d want that.” “Were?” her voice is small as she realizes what I just said.“But I thought…” she sputters, “I thought we agreed…” “That was a mistake,” I admit, looking down at my hands. “I should have never led you on. Dating you was inappropriate. I am your boss, and even if I weren’t, you are too young for me and…”

"Tell me what you see, Anella," my boss's obnoxious but alluring voice buzzes through my earphones. Apart from the bizarre fact that I'm spying on my boss's fiancée with her lover, I don't think there's anything in my life right now worth talking about. Well, there's the emails… Oh no, not the godforsaken emails. "Anella, I don't pay you to zone out. I pay you to spy. Intel. Now." He repeats more insistently this time, and I can practically hear him drumming his fingers on that stupidly expensive desk of his.

The more I thought about it, the colder I felt. If Yoel really was my online crush, all I wanted to tell him was that I was stuck revising a plan late into the night. He couldn't expect me home early, and his boring meetings were the ones I had spent three all-nighters preparing for. He really was a ruthless capitalist, using me like a workhorse every single day. "Are you really my boss?" I typed the words over and over, erasing them each time. If it really was him, all our conversations could threaten my job. If it wasn't him, it would be painfully awkward.

Frowning, she grabbed one last, most important item: men's underwear. ​She weighed the sizes for a moment, her face reddening slightly as she recalled her boss's bodily proportions, then chose the largest box. ​Just as she turned toward the cashier, her steps halted. Her blood ran cold. ​Standing only a few meters away from her, in the exact same men's clothing aisle, was Michael, her boyfriend, or more accurately, the bastard she had caught wrestling on the bed with another woman yesterday afternoon. ​The man was not alone. His left arm was affectionately wrapped around the waist of his female coworker, Jessica, the blonde who always acted sweet.

After I recovered from blushing like an idiot, I picked the call back up. “I don’t understand,” I said, frowning. “How could you be interested in me? With all due respect, you don’t even know anything about me except that I’m your employee.” “You’re right. I don’t know much about you,” he said. “Which is why I’d like you to go out on a date with me.” I bit my pillow again. He just asked me out. I can’t believe this is actually happening. “I’m sorry, but I… I can’t,” I stammered. “You’re my boss, and I can’t date my boss.”

It works for exactly forty minutes. A soft knock comes at my door. “Come in,” I call, expecting an assistant or project manager. It’s Carter Dale from Marketing. Tall, charming and annoyingly persistent Carter. “Hey,” he says, leaning against the doorframe like we’re old friends. "Is there a problem?" “No of course not. I was just thinking we could go over the rollout numbers together. Maybe grab a drink after work?” I'm i imagining things or is he hitting on me right now?

However, if I went back a few steps, he did the same, cornering me until he trapped me between the walls and his body. “In case your tiny little brain hasn't comprehended the fact that I am your boss, then I'll say it right now. My name is Damon Carlisle, I'm the CEO of this company and I'll be the one conducting your interview.” The moment those words left his mouth, my entire body went cold. I stared at him as if maybe he would suddenly laugh and tell me he was joking, but the expression on his face made it painfully clear that this was not some prank.

"She cooks in my son's penthouse at seven AM in pajamas? How domestic." I wanted to disappear. Adrian leaned down, lips inches from ear, voice low only I could hear. "Trust me." Then he did something I never expected. Turned me around, cupped my face with large hands, and kissed me. Hard. Possessive. Dominant. Not soft fake kiss. My ex-husband's billionaire boss kissed me in his penthouse kitchen, in front of his mother. I gasped against his mouth. Lips warm, demanding. One hand slid to waist and pulled tight against chest. I felt heart beating, strong and fast. Smelled cedar cologne. Hands without thinking grabbed his black shirt.