No Touching The Boss Novels & Stories

"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."

I drop my hands and let them hang loose at my sides. Not touching him, but waiting for a shove, a push. The elevator dings softly and opens. The man behind me at the back of the elevator squeezes his way through, shoving me. My hands connect with his, and my heart lurches to my throat. I don't hate him. I don't hate him. He is my boss. I swallow the rage and pain and seal it away. This is the only way to move forward. I have to get used to touching him. I must touch him.

they holler at him and he nods lightly at them, and still, I feel their eyes settling on me, it's intimidating. “They are not going to eat you while the boss is here!” Dimitri teases under his breath and I smile faintly. We are in the car, Dimitri passes the boss a beer flask and he instantly gulps from it. “Want some, P.A.?” he asks “Not until I know what all of these are about!” I tell him and he snickers looking away “That's some guts lady, don't talk to the boss—” Dimitri warns me as the boss interrupts.

I immediately pull away and show for him to take off his clothes. But then he gets that sneaky little smile on his face, and I know that something is about to happen that I am not going to like, so he once again whispers to me, “I guess there is a no-touching rule?” All I do is but nod my head, but then he speaks again, “Well, it is great that I am the boss then, I can do what I want.” I grind hard onto my teeth, trying my best not to snap back at him. Is he seriously thinking of touching another woman?

I smiled at her and left with the tray. I reached my boss's office door, gave a light knock, and entered. I walked gracefully, set the tray on the edge of the desk, placed the coffee cup in front of Patrick with a napkin, went around the desk, and in a rather provocative way, making sure my neckline was right in my boss's face, placed the teacup in his hands. His eyes sparkled with understanding; he knew I was going to torture him, and with Patrick there, he couldn't do anything about it.

I reiterated and explained further. I just want to clarify that part. I still want to preserve myself in this situation. The boss may be gorgeous and all, but I’m not after that. And for all I know, I’m not even the his type. He’s just seeing the amusement in this situation we have, thus the teasing. Slowly, the boss nodded, agreeing with me. “Alright. No kisses, unless necessary.” “Right,” I seconded, nodding. “You sure about that?” Sir Troy suddenly asked, looking me straight in the eye, looking almost serious.

“I don't want any trouble, if that's okay for me to say. Are you allowed to work though?” “What does that mean?” I was genuinely curious as I put away the last bottle. “Well, everyone knows not to touch what belongs to the boss and if he's staking his claim, I don't think I should be making you work. I still like having no bullets in my brains,” he chuckled, making the conversation light that I didn't even pick an offense.

"B-Boss." "Do you know how much money I've invested in this new product? If I leave someone who dares to touch my merchandise alone, they'll try to take my position next, so how can I overlook that?" "Boss! I've committed a sin worthy of death!" The leather jacket dropped to his knees on the ground and shouted, pointing at the blonde woman. "Th-that woman was high on drugs and clung to me, so in the heat of the moment...! I never intended to touch her. She threw herself at me first-!"

What could possibly go wrong? "Aiden Hart." My voice came out sounding all but breathless as I repeated his name. My new boss—the one who wasn't supposed to be my boss—stood in front of me with his hand stretched forward. "Do you have a problem with touching people?" he asked cautiously, glancing at my hand, still not shaking his.

The tall man lurched back, his hand going to his face, stumbling, a crystal vase crashing to the floor and shattering. ‘If you ever touch my Woman again,’ the Boss growled hoarsely, his eyes glittering with madness, I shall…’ ‘Mate,…’ replied Schwartz, his hand cupping his tender jaw, as he ran an exploratory tongue over his teeth to check if any were broken, ’ She would not notice me even if I stood before her stark naked. She only loves you, has only ever had eyes for you, Boss.’