Romance Novels With Boss And Employee Novels & Stories

"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.

He was behaving like a three-year-old child who wanted attention. Charles was indeed childish, but Sarah didn’t want to spend time judging his qualities, so he said, “We are at work now. If you don’t have any orders for me, I’ll take the rest of the day off.” Sarah was about to leave when Charles forcefully stopped her. Charles held her hands and suddenly pushed her against the wall. With one hand against the wall, Charles held Sarah’s shoulder and didn’t let her move. Sarah shouted out, “What do you want, Charles!” Raising her head, she saw his face. His lips were moving close to her nose. Feeling his breath against her face and seeing his dangerous eyes made her a little frightened. Sarah

I just want it to be over and done with," I said under my breath. I called once more and still no response. What could be wrong? If I pull this move, he'd send the whole army to look for me, but Mr. Boss will definitely get his way around this; after all, his blue eyes command the crowd. ‎ ‎He could be at a murder crime scene and wouldn't be arrested because the police would fall in love with his blue eyes, curly hair, and chiseled jaw lines, like that of a carefully hand-crafted piece of art. He was something straight out of a mythical book. ‎ ‎His physique and aura made him so unique, his handsome face smooth as a baby's butt. I kept going on and on, delving into his features, till I reali

‘It’s no wonder you adore him. Hannah grinned. ‘So you like him a little bit, then, do you?’ she asked. ‘He’s my boss, Hannah,’ she said, more to remind herself more than the young girl. ‘We have to work together for the next twelve months. Things can get tricky when workplace romances run off the rails. We have to deal with life-and-death situations—there’s no room for ill feeling and resentment as it could compromise patient care.’ ‘Well, I think he likes you,’ Hannah said with sisterly authority. ‘He keeps looking at you all the time. Haven’t you noticed?’

There was always one thing or the other that always spoiled Mondays for me. One time I was working in a club, I caught the attention of one of my boss's big time customer. He wanted me to join the stripers on the dance floor, I rejected of course but not my boss. At the end of that day, I found myself on the dance floor, in a bikini, shaking my booty like a striper would. Mondays would never miss a chance to embarrass me. I was so stunned, I had no idea what to do. If I take off the jacket, certainly the next thing I would see would be the gate getting shut at my face. That shouldn't happen.

Cherry yelled playfully in my ear, jolting me from my trance. “Your boss really looks hotter in real life than in all those magazines,” Cherry added dreamily. “Yeah, he does…” I blurted out before catching myself. My cheeks flushed as I clamped a hand over my mouth, wishing I could take back the words. “Wow! Is this the first time you’ve complimented a guy’s looks? Don’t tell me you’re already crushing on your new boss!” Cherry teased, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “What?! Never!” I exclaimed. “You know I don’t have time for guys, let alone a crush. And how did you know he’s my boss?”

It would be wonderful if things were simpler, if the situation were different… but they weren’t. Still, her mind kept returning to the brief moments spent with him. There was something about being close to her boss that felt incredibly right—too right, if she was honest. A part of her—her heart, to be exact—felt at home in Andrew’s arms. Every instant with him was warm and safe, and it was becoming increasingly difficult not to let herself hope for something more, even knowing it would be dangerous. And what could she possibly offer a man like him? Not only was there the significant age difference, but they also worked together. Office romances were complicated, especially when the people in

“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.

"Want me to distract you? I'm very good at distractions." I laughed despite myself. "Are you always this forward?" "Only when I see a beautiful woman suffering in silence." He nodded toward Valerian and Isabella. "Is he your boyfriend?" He asked and I choked on my punch. "What? No. He's my boss." I exclaimed. "Uh huh." His grin widened. "Bosses fuck their employees all the time." My face went hot. Literally hot and I felt the heat crawl up my neck and settle on my cheeks.

When I get back to the kitchen Stefano has already unpacked a sushi platter for us to share. “I thought I told you to leave the clothes?” Stefano says when he sees me coming into the kitchen. “You are not my boss. You cannot tell me what to wear” I say, folding my arms over my chest. “Oh, so that is how it is going to be?” he says coming around the kitchen counter stalking towards me. “I am going to show you who’s the boss” he says as he gabs me by the waist and lifts me into the air. “Stefano!” I squeal while wrapping my legs around his waist.