Entangled With My Boss

my pretend

Her name, her face, the feel of her skin under my fingers-it consumed every thought. I had pushed too far, and yet, I didn't regret a thing. She wanted me. I saw it in he

xing pleasure with busines

houghts. My secretary, Laura, stepped in, holdi

h the board," she started, her voice hesitant,

icient, meticulous even, but rarel

e in an hour," she said, her voice tight. "

the edges of my patience. "A guest?

ered, her eyes meet

perfect match. But she wasn't. Far from it. She was shallow, manipulative, and entirely too comfortable parading herself in front of men lik

the answer but hoping-praying-it was somethi

carefully, gauging my reaction. "They've made arrangements for d

rah. The idea ma

ation boiling under the su

ears about finding the "right woman" to settle down with, but their version of the right woman was far fro

ight be my

o myself than to Laura. "I can'

clearing her throat. "You could tell

a crazy idea, but maybe crazy wa

be seeing?" I asked, already kno

.. you've had quite a few applications for assistant secretar

s going before she e

handling the job. And if you're looking for a way to get your par

had been working beneath her capabilities for far too long. But asking her to play my girlfriend? It would put us both in a complic

ion than enduring Sarah an

quickly I agreed. "Offer her the assistant

my decisiveness, but quickly nodded

Hayley report to my office once she accepts the off

urned and said, "Anyone would kill to become

e step ahe

nd left th

hotel hallway. Another long shift, another day of feeling invisible. But j

O's secretary. "Mr. Whitmore has reviewed your numerous applications

ose applications, the rejection emails, the waiting?

to process the sudden shift. "W

port to Mr. Whitmore's office immediately. He w

ill spinning. This ha

t was

ain, my nerves buzzing. The last time I stood here, every

behind his desk. His expression was unreadable, but

oice low. "Thank you for

admitted, still trying to catch m

s right in front of me. The tension between u

m you," he said, his eyes locking

sure of where this w

Someone they want me to marry." His words were cold, calculated. "But I

pounding faster. "An

"I want you to preten