My Stunning Boss Lady Novelas e Histórias

she complimented, still holding onto my hand a bit longer than necessary. "What do you think of the new boss?" she inquired, seemingly trying to engage me in office gossip. "Nice, but a little bit different," I cautiously replied, not wanting to say anything that might get me into trouble. "Glad you noticed," she said, smirking knowingly. "Do you think she's beautiful?" she asked curiously, raising an eyebrow. "I guess so," I replied, unsure why she was asking me about the boss's appearance. "She isn't even close to one," she declared, expressing her opinion with an air of superiority. It was an odd thing to say about the boss.

He has a big smile on his face, he damn well knows what the problem is. "Get out of my office, and do some damn work," I tell him, as I glance once more at the screen before my eyes narrow in on a woman standing at a table; long raven hair, strappy shoes, legs that go on for miles. Her ass is barely covered in the tight, light pink dress she's wearing. She's got curves that have my dick stirring. "Something interesting Boss?" Barney quips and I fire him a look, one that has him scurrying for the door.

She chuckled and stroked my face, "No, you are mine to enjoy. I would never give you to my boss." I laughed nervously, trying to lighten the mood. "Haha, nice job." But my curiosity got the better of me, and I asked her, "So, who is that boss of yours?" "She is in San Diego now. I think you will know her. She is quite famous," she said mysteriously. My eyes widened in surprise, "Your boss is a woman?" She nodded and revealed with a smile, "Yes, the greatest Maggie Gambino, also my best friend."

She had a drastic increase in praise. "She's like a pure white satin with no traces of stain. And him, the Boss was a stain you wouldn't dare to mend." Metaphorically said by another lady employee who made Sumire gasp in astonishment. 'Oh, god! That was intense,' Sumire once held her chest dramatically, wet lips were parted, and nodded to the employees one after another in agreement. "That's right, that's right." She murmured to herself. Head help up high and shone a beaming smile at them.

While staring at her, her boss said. "You're assuming the things, boss," she said quickly. "Why should I listen? Why is what's going on inside delicious? Not at all! It's like you, piglets being slaughtered," she grinned. "And then that woman of yours..." Anastasia tried to peek inside the office but she was blocked by her boss, so she stopped and stared at the man's face. There is no denying that her boss is handsome. She loses her right mind when she stares into his blue eyes.

the boss impatiently remarked. Reluctantly, the woman nodded, feeling the weight of their gaze upon her. She turned to face the boss, knowing that others were also watching. She followed his command, pushing the strap of her glittering dress off her shoulders until the fabric cascaded to the ground, leaving her standing in nothing but her extra-high heels. “Exquisite,” the man complimented, his dark eyes roaming over her enticing curves and the way her long, dark hair danced in the night breeze. “So beautiful.”

She stumbled through the hallway, past cubicles and confused coworkers, until she spotted the supply closet at the end of the hall. She shoved the door open and slipped inside, slamming it shut behind her. She twisted the lock with her shaking fingers. She pressed her back against the wall, gasping for air. Her hands trembled violently. Her mind replayed the image again and again, Lucien’s fangs, sharp and inhuman, glinting under his office lights as he held that lady’s neck like prey. Her heart was beating so hard she thought it might burst through her ribs. Fangs. She’d seen fangs. Real ones. On her boss.

"What's your name? I'll add the bonus through my boss." She suddenly stopped walking until I was almost into her then turned her body to face me. Her beautiful bluish-gray eyes stared at me coldly. "Look, I'm only going to say it once. I don't tell clients or mince words. I don't care if you want to give bonuses or other trivial things, I'm just doing my job, after that I don't do what you do." So I would really appreciate it if you could just shut up." I didn't pay much attention to her words, only voice and strange accent caught my ear

The office was minimally decorated, but everything in there from the furniture to the decor could be said to be a work of art that reflected just how tasteful the person inhabiting this space was. Behind the wide office desk was a lady wearing a blue power suit. She was leaning back in her chair, observing Madison thoroughly. Madison's heartbeat sped up greatly. The woman behind the desk looked to be in her thirties. Her features were exquisite and breathtaking, a classic beauty. Her long black hair was pinned into a bun, making her look sophisticated and elegant. Standing before someone with such a powerful presence made Madison shrink into herself, feeling impossibly small. "I-It's an hono

- Arianna said quietly next to me. Monica was the assistant manager. She was always looking for a reason to fire us. Arianna said it was jealousy. Because we were young and beautiful while she was, in Arianna's words: "An old woman full of Botox". I didn't really believe Arianna's theory. It was very narcissistic. Débora, on the other hand, was just a finger-pointer, blackmailer and profiteer who always liked to get the better of her. Apart from those little details, she was a good person. - All right then. - I sighed and went to the frying table.