No Touching The Boss Novels & Stories

One of his hands was lodged casually inside his pocket while the other was relaxed near the gun at his side. His boring, flat eyes skimmed over me like I was nothing to him. “I was… just looking around.” I said while straightening my spine. Hoping I looked as confident as I thought I sounded “Of course "However, the boss would rather you stay for dinner." He spoke in a respectful tone I was about to argue when a voice, as smooth as silk and as sharp as a blade, interrupted. "My curious kitten, ." Halfway down the stairs, Luca stood with his jacket gone, his shirt sleeves rolled up, and tattoos that seemed to belong, on his forearm.

“I’ve been traumatized. Don’t ask.” He leans back, steeples his fingers, and smirks. “Fine. What else?” I swallow my surprise. I believe Ezra Harrington, my cold grumpy ass wicked pants boss has been swapped. But I continue nonetheless, “Rule two, no touching without warning. That includes waist grabs, unexpected hand-holding, or the weird thing you did yesterday where you brushed a strand of hair behind my ear like a rom-com villain.” He shrugs. “I was improvising.”

Nia's POV "Take them off." I choked on my saliva and became a coughing mess. I was sure I heard him wrong. What boss would say that to their employee on their first day? My boss of course was not normal so those words could have been exactly what was said. "I'm sorry sir I don't think I heard you correctly. Did you ask me to take my clothes off?" I asked hoping I heard him wrong. "That is what I said. The smell gives me a headache and you being this close to me isn't making it better so take your clothes off." he replied.

Katrina I am busy doing my job answering phone calls and scheduling his appointments for today while arranging piles of papers infront of me. My body muscles are terribly aching sitting my ass off for hours. I didn't realize its time for lunch. I stood up to ask my boss what he wants to eat for lunch. Sir, what do you want for lunch? "No need, I already called Eduard to bring our lunch." Okay sir. I went back to my seat and continue to do my work. After 10 minutes, Eduard knocked on the door and entered. He came to me and I stood up on my chair to get the foods from him. He smiled on my way and I smiled back getting the foods from him. Eduard has looks and he's nice towards me. "Enjoy your l

Such a brave girl. “And why is that?” “I just find it inappropriate to live with my bosses.” She put forth plainly. “And in that pretty little head of yours, you still think we have a simple boss-employee relationship? Honey, are you talking about the very same bosses who know every inch of your body, who know how your moans sound like when they pound into you; who know how your face looks like when your body trembles from the pleasure that they bring to you. You mean those bosses? We might as well as put a ring on your finger because you are ours.”

Nichole took a step back, maintaining a safe distance. What kind of excuse is that? Isn't that just the natural reaction of a Perverted Boss?! But Nichole didn't dare voice her thoughts out loud because the man standing in front of her was still the boss who paid her salary.

"The boss wants to see you " He yelled at me above the club's noise. I scoffed. "The boss" was one hell of an arrogant man. “I’m not interested.” I told him, waving him off. Jessica overheard the exchange and rolled her eyes at me . “Girl , we're not asking you to fall in love with him , just get laid and get that asshole off your system for a bit.” I hesitated and looked in the dude’s direction . His eyes were still on me ,though an interested smirk now tipped a corner of his lips.

– But I'll be dying of curiosity until tonight. - I also want to know about your day, your job seems more fun than mine. - I won't even tell you, my boss is a character. But tell me, do you think wearing that long-trouser suit will go unnoticed? If your intention is to hide, I'm sorry, but it won't work. Your breasts look amazing in that shirt.

I rub my left temple, my curly blonde hair quickly becoming tangled in my fingers. “Moving on!” Annie instructs, waving her perfectly manicured hand at Lily. Then, touching my hand on the sticky bar, Annie states seriously, “Esme, if I were you, I’d go to your boss’ house and sleep with him. Now.” I roll my eyes as I give the two women a sad smile. “Come on, my boss isn’t like you, guys. He’s a family man. He’s got a lot of responsibilities on his plate.” “Uh, isn’t your boss single now?” Lily questions.

"Aaah! What are you doing?!" "You were right, Boss. A kiss will not lure them out. I still sense killing intent. They are still here. We need to do more. Put your hand on me and feel me up, Boss."