My Boss Daddy: A Billionaire Boss Daddy Romance (My Daddy Series Book 3) Read online

  Table of Contents

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Bonus Time!

  My Boss Daddy

  Introduction

  Brittany

  Trent

  About the Author

  Coming Soon…My Cowboy Daddy

  Shane

  Lessons in Desire

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Never Miss a Lesson

  My Boss Daddy

  Lena Gordon

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  Contents

  Bonus Time!

  My Boss Daddy

  Introduction

  1. Brittany

  2. Trent

  3. Brittany

  4. Trent

  5. Brittany

  6. Trent

  7. Brittany

  8. Trent

  9. Brittany

  10. Trent

  11. Brittany

  12. Trent

  13. Brittany

  14. Trent

  15. Brittany

  16. Trent

  17. Brittany

  18. Trent

  19. Brittany

  20. Trent

  21. Brittany

  About the Author

  Coming Soon…My Cowboy Daddy

  Shane

  Lessons in Desire

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Never Miss a Lesson

  Bonus Time!

  I hope you enjoy My Boss Daddy!

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  My Boss Daddy

  Introduction

  I didn’t mix business with pleasure.

  Ever.

  I valued my job. I needed my job.

  Not even my sexy new ‘sort of’ CEO could tempt me.

  Or could he?

  He was too sexy. And I was too lonely.

  And he was there….right there.

  A hot and steamy affair couldn’t hurt.

  Or could it?

  I had everything to lose…

  My life. My job. My heart.

  He had nothing to lose.

  Except for me.

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  1

  Brittany

  Coffee. One cream, no sugar.

  Voice messages left the night before, neatly printed and stacked by the phone.

  A list of meetings, complete with notes for each attendee typed next to them. It was always important to note that Mr. Shapiro didn’t like to be touched. No handshakes for him.

  I took a step back and examined my boss’s desk. No detail was overlooked. Perfect.

  Just the way it was every morning.

  I straightened my skirt and smoothed my long blonde hair behind my ears. As the personal assistant to Shane Grant, the CEO of MultiTech Software, I took a great deal of pride in my job. It wasn’t easy to be Mr. Grant’s assistant, but I loved the challenge.

  As much as one could love the challenge of working as an assistant. But until my artwork took off and started paying the bills, it was the next best thing. Besides, there could be worse things than working alongside powerful, sexy men. Not that I ever crossed that line.

  I valued my job and my reputation way too much to screw around with my boss.

  But it didn’t mean I didn’t flirt. It was innocent and we both knew it. Although, now that Mr. Grant was happily coupled up with the woman he swore was the love of his life, I’d scaled back out of respect. Especially because I’d met Jessie and I quite liked her. She was my age, early twenties, and if she wasn’t hooked up with my boss, I could actually see us being friends.

  I took one last look at the desk and went back out to my own desk to await his arrival. He was late, and he was never late. Well, at least he’d never been late until Jessie had come into his life. Now, more than once he’d arrived late to the office, looking a little rumpled and very, very happy. I smiled to myself, and fought the flicker of jealousy. Not for Mr. Grant, of course, but of the great sex he and Jessie must be having.

  I’d been tasked with buying her sexy dresses and even sexier lingerie more than once, and I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t green with envy at the passion those outfits must have sparked. Just thinking about it, and how long it had been since I’d had my own needs met, had me rubbing my bare thighs together in a desperate attempt at the relief I knew wouldn’t come.

  Thankfully, the ringing phone jarred me from my desperation.

  “Shane Grant’s office.” I slipped easily into my professional persona as I answered the phone. “How can I help you?”

  “Britt, it’s me.” Mr. Grant’s voice came across the line. “I just wanted to let you know that I won’t be coming in today.”

  “Pardon me?” There was no way I’d heard him right. Mr. Grant never took vacations and he certainly didn’t take sick days. “Are you okay?”

  “More than okay.” He laughed. “I’m taking a few days off.”

  “Now?” The merger he’d been working on for months had only very recently gone through but the work had only just begun. It hardly seemed like the best time to take a day off. “But we have the—”

  “I know what we have,” he cut me off smoothly. “But it will all be there on Monday. I need a few days with my babydoll. I trust you’ll handle everything?”

  “Of course.” I sank into my chair and immediately started making notes while we spoke, going over the most important meetings to reschedule.

  Right before he hung up, he said, “And you won’t forget about my buddy Trent Thomas? He’ll be in today.”

  “Of course I haven’t forgotten.” Mr. Grant had told me his old college friend would be in town and making use of some office down the hall. He’d asked me to act as his assistant as well for the duration of his stay. “I’ll make sure he’s well taken care of.”

  “Of that I have no doubt,” he said. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

  “Lucky for you, you’ll never have to find out.” I smiled flirtatiously the way I always did, despite the fact that he couldn’t see it and our relationship was purely professional.

  “Personal calls at work?”

  I jerked my head up to see the owner of the voice, and instantly wished I hadn’t. Because the man I was staring at caused an immediate rush of dampness between my legs. Not only was he tall, built in that I want to run my hands over your biceps kind of way, but he was leaning against the doorjamb and watching me with dangerous eyes. Dangerous because those green eyes clearly belonged to a man who was as smart as he was sexy, and that meant trouble.

  “No.” I found my voice and shook my head. “I don’t believe in anything personal in the office.” I stood, hoping as I did that my intense and immediate desire for this man wouldn’t cause me to do anything stupid—like trip over my feet. “I’m Brittany Donog
hue, assistant to Shane Grant. How can I help you?”

  “Trent,” he said. “Trent Thomas.” His name crossed his lips like a promise, and I had to look away. “I think you’re exactly the woman I’m looking for.”

  2

  Trent

  Damn. Shane had told me he’d arranged for his assistant to help me out while I was in town investigating the potential of a West Coast office for the expansion I’m planning for my venture capitalist firm that funded new app development, but he certainly hadn’t mentioned anything about how fuckin’ hot she was. Her long blonde hair hung straight down her back, but it wasn’t her hair I was looking at when she stood and straightened her short skirt. Her long, bare legs were on full display, showcased by the high heels she wore. My cock twitched in my pants as I instantly imagined what those legs would look like wrapped around my waist, while I drove deep in—

  “Mr. Thomas?”

  She was talking to me. Her voice was sweet, sexy, and laced with flirtation.

  “Yes?”

  She smiled slyly, her pink lips curving up tantalizingly. “I was just wondering how you like your coffee?”

  “Strong,” I said. “And creamy.”

  Just the way I like my women.

  I didn’t miss the slight pinking of her cheeks when I spoke, or the way she very slightly stepped backward when I entered the room. Good. If I was going to work with a woman as sexy as Brittany, I wanted her a little taken off guard.

  Power was important in any relationship. Particularly the boss-assistant relationship. I knew that from experience. An experience I wasn’t in a hurry to repeat.

  Once was enough to get screwed over by a woman I’d screwed.

  Besides, I’d dealt with enough women like Brittany, who thought they held the power simply because they made my cock hard. There was more to it than that, and I’d make sure Brittany understood, if it came down to it, I didn’t mix business with pleasure. Period.

  “Shane said you’d be at my beck and call for a few days.” I crossed through the room to look out the picture window at the city below. “As soon as you get me that coffee, we can—”

  “Just to be clear, Mr. Thomas,” she interrupted me, her voice unwavering. I turned to see her looking much stronger than she had a moment ago. “I work for Mr. Grant. I’ll only be helping you out during your stay here.” She fluttered her eyelashes and grinned. “No matter how much you want me for your own. And you will. I’m the best at what I do.”

  It was my turn to be impressed. Because I had no doubt about what she was talking about, and dammed if I didn’t want to see for myself just how good she really was. Hell, if nothing else, spending a few weeks in Shane’s offices was going to have at least a few perks. My eyes dropped momentarily to Brittany’s ample chest.

  A few perks to be sure.

  “It’s perfectly clear,” I said. “And I look forward to seeing just how good you are. Now, why don’t you show me to my office and we can get started on a list of everything I’m going to need you to do for me.”

  Just because I didn’t plan on mixing business with pleasure sure as hell didn’t mean I wasn’t going to have fun straddling the line to see how much I could get away with. And I had a pretty good feeling, judging from the way Brittany’s breath hitched, just a little, that she wasn’t going to complain one bit about what promised to be a very fun office flirtation.

  But that’s all it would be. All it would ever be. Once upon a time—a very long time ago—I’d made the mistake of getting involved with an intern at the investment firm where I’d landed my first job out of college. It was all hot and heavy and everybody was happy. Until I ended it. She didn’t even wait twenty-four hours before running to my boss with a twisted story of how I’d forced her into sex with the promise that she’d get a full-time position.

  It was so fucking stupid, because there was no way I’d even have had the authority to give her a full-time position. My boss knew it too, but to avoid the bad publicity, I was fired.

  It was humiliating. Even more humiliating, I couldn’t get another position with any other firm in town. Ultimately it all worked out, when I developed a job hunting app, sold it and started my own venture capitalist firm funding new app development. It had worked out very well. But that didn’t mean I don’t still remember those early days very well.

  And now, there was a lot more on the line and I wasn’t about to risk everything I’d built up for a piece of ass. Even if that particular piece of ass was currently leading me out of the room in a very tight and very short skirt.

  I shook my head and let out a long exhale before following her down the hall into my new office suite. Just like the set of rooms we’d just been in, there was an area for my future assistant, complete with a sitting area, and a heavy frosted glass door that no doubt led to my private office. Brittany pushed open the heavy door and walked into the room.

  “This is your space. If you give me a list of things you need to decorate and make it yours during your stay, I’ll have them delivered right away. You’ll find whatever supplies you should need in the drawers and the cupboard over here.” She flung her arms in a Vanna White style that caused her blouse to tighten over her breasts.

  This girl was at least twenty years my junior, and although that should have been even more of a reason to keep my distance, it made my cock pulse stronger.

  If the last few minutes were any indication, my resolve to separate work and life was definitely going to be tested.

  Thankfully, after she brought me a coffee, just as strong and creamy as I imagined she’d be, Brittany left me alone so I could get settled in my new space and somehow I managed to spend the next hour orienting myself. Brittany was efficient, having placed a list of the various log-ins and passwords I’d require on my desk and it kept me busy for a little while as I found my bearings.

  Soon enough, I was lost in the files and documents I’d brought with me to review. I fielded a few calls from my staff back on the East Coast and had made a list of people I’d need meetings lined up with later in the week.

  By the time I looked up, it was lunch time and I needed something to fuel me through the rest of the afternoon. Which was exactly what I had an assistant for.

  I jabbed my finger on the button of my desk phone marked Assistant. “Brittany?”

  Silence.

  “Brittany. I need you to come in here. Now.”

  Still silence.

  “Fuck.” I punched the button again, disconnecting the call. Of course, there was no one stationed at the desk outside of my office. Brittany wasn’t mine.

  Mine.

  No. She wasn’t mine.

  Even knowing that little detail, it didn’t change the fact that she wasn’t outside my office waiting for further instructions from me and that pissed me off. I was used to a certain level of assistant and hadn’t she just finished telling me how much I was going to want her when I left?

  I ignored all of the unspoken innuendo with that comment because the bottom line was I expected more. A lot more.

  I stormed out of my office, into the empty reception area and down the hall to Shane Grant’s office, where I’d found Brittany earlier. But those offices were empty as well.

  What kind of assistant wasn’t around for fucking assisting me?

  My anger grew. The blood pulsed in my head before I stormed out of those offices as well and down the hall. I would go into every single office in the building if I had to.

  I went through two more offices before the slightly concerned-looking assistant to the director of marketing suggested the copy room.

  The minute I pushed open the door to the tiny room, my cock hardened painfully at the sight before me.

  Brittany was bent over, her ass in the air, exposing the lacy top of her nylons and what looked to be a sliver of panties between her creamy white thighs. She scrambled to pick up a stack of papers that were scattered on the floor in front of her, but I had very little concern for the papers. My focus wa
s entirely on the perfect ass presented to me in the most unexpected and completely inappropriate way.

  “I’ve been looking everywhere for you.” My voice was barely more than a growl.

  Startled, she took a faltering step forward on those ridiculously high heels and stumbled, dropping the papers she had contained once again, and fell to her knees. Her ass was prone and it took all the control I could muster to not grab her by the hips and pull her up against my rock-hard cock.

  “Oh…Mr. Thomas…I’m…” She scrambled for the papers and worked to find her words. All traces of the confident and sassy assistant from only an hour ago vanished. I’d rattled her.

  I liked it.

  I knew it was a bad idea. I knew I was dangerously close to breaking my own rule. But I did it anyway. I took another step into the small room and closed the door behind me. I walked over to where she was still on her knees, reaching for the papers. They must be important. I bent down and snatched one from her fingers. “What’s so important that you left your station to take care of…” I glanced at the paper that appeared to be a copy of a flyer for an… “Art show?”

  3

  Brittany

  Fuck.

  I never used company time or company property for personal matters, but when Theresa had begged me to help her out by making a few copies of the flyer for the show, I’d felt so bad that she needed a little help, and of course I was hoping that might mean maybe I’d get a show of my own one day, that I’d agreed.