Romance Books Boss And Employee の小説・ストーリー

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she said, making Emma groan. Ivy just wasn't getting her point. “It’s 'not' gold, Ivy. It’s a nightmare.” “No, babe, this is a ‘romance novel waiting to happen’,” Ivy interjected through her giggles. “You 'slept' with your boss before even knowing who he was. That’s straight-up ‘forbidden office romance’ levels of juicy!” Emma could hardly argue, knowing Ivy had always been a die-hard romantic, and to think she was already thinking something could happen between her and her boss just seemed to make arguing more difficult.

"Hey, stop it! I'm going to mini market for a moment, you can wait here!" "Wa ... wait a minute, Boss! ehm ... how about if I come? I can help carry your things!" "No, that's not necessary!" he said, trying to avoid physical contact with me. "It's okay, Boss! I'll ..." "No! and stop calling me boss. Do you understand?" he said holding back annoyed. "Ok, Boss!" "Agh...!" ***

John was looking at his boss who was being too harsh at his colleagues and wondered the reason for his boss’s angry demeanour. But if he is getting it right it must be Miss Fletcher because his name boss never behaved like that no matter what trouble came his way he had always been very polite and considerate to his employees. It seems Miss Darcy was the only one who could make his boss lose his temper. He heaved a sigh of relief when the meeting was over and noticed then that every individual sitting in the conference room was crossing their fingers so that the boss would not return and just leave them alone for some time so that they could go and enjoy a cup of coffee.

he said nudging me gently, “every romance has to start somewhere. It’s not exactly love at first sight for most people.” “Yeah, well I don’t think this is exactly a budding romance. Anyway, I told you about my pathetic love life, now tell me about yours,” I said, going back to my curry. “Oh, well it’s a bit of a long story, but I’ll give you the brief version. I fell in love with my….um, my boss. Not straight away, but slowly over time, and I think he kind of liked me, but the whole boss/employee thing kind of got in the way and he ended up ditching me to get married to a girl whose father was the owner of our company’s main competitor.”

“Honestly, I kind of ship it.” I shot her a look. “Mia.” “I’m just saying! It’s got all the makings of a forbidden office romance. Hot boss, accidental hookup, emotional repression, power imbalance chef’s kiss.” “I swear to God,” I muttered, grabbing my purse. “If I ever marry that man, you’re banned from the wedding.” “Deal. But only if I get to be the maid of honor at the engagement announcement.” “You’re the worst friend I’ve ever had.” “Maybe,” she said smugly, “but I got you a job. And a hot boss.”

“Who is he? Did you see him? He must be madly rich, right? Like skyscraper-penthouse-rich. God, I wonder if he’s handsome. Please tell me he’s handsome.” I groaned. “Rhea—” “No, no, listen.” She waved her hands excitedly. “Imagine this: you’re just doing your little graphic design job, maybe sketching something, and then boom—Mr. CEO walks in. He’s devastatingly handsome, obviously. Brooding type. Dark suits, smoldering eyes. He notices you—just a humble employee—and then, before you know it, you’re swept into a whirlwind office romance. Like in those soap operas where the boss falls in love with his secretary!”

“Prince Charming? Please. He looks more like a rich villain in a soap opera—the kind who makes you feel like you don’t belong in his office.” “But still, he’s a handsome, rich villain, and you’re the secretary. You know what that means?” “What now?” she asked, frowning again. “Why do you keep putting meaning in everything, you crazy gay?” “Enemies-to-lovers arc, girl. Hashtag romance novel.” “RJ!” she screamed, hitting him again with the pillow. “I have no plans of starring in a story with that jerk!” After all the teasing, RJ left her alone. Shaina lay on the sofa, staring at the ceiling. Slowly, her chest grew heavy as she remembered what her boss said earlier.

Millie asked, chuckling suggestively. I continued to ignore Millie as I dumped everything I came in with on the couch. “Is something going on between you two already?” Millie asked further, oblivious that I was fuming. “I have always heard about boss-employee romance, but this time around, it would be hockey-manager romance,” she added dreamily. I turned and faced Millie, ready to confront her, but it was in that moment that she saw the package on the couch, and she gasped in awe.