Slipperless Series: Book #2

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Hot. Sweaty. Wall Sex. In my boss’ office… That couldn’t possibly be a mistake.


I may have won the competition, but I’m far from winning with Gabe. His demands are pushing me to the limit, and I’m beginning to wonder if I can handle them much longer.

But my grandmother’s condition is worsening, and keeping this job has become critical. I may have no choice but to submit to Gabe’s schedule…and his appetite.

Worse yet, now that I’ve confirmed the rumors of his prowess, I find myself less interested in keeping things professional and more focused on satisfying the needs he’s awakened within me.

But to have any chance of keeping my job, I have to do something and soon. If I don’t, the consequences could cost me everything.

Can I resist my charming bastard of a boss? And more importantly, will he let me?

This is the second book in a Billionaire Erotic Romance series presented in serial format. It is not a standalone.

An Excerpt from the Book…

Gabe took the clear, icy beverage from her. With a wink, he raised it to his lips. “Thank you my love.”

“Of course,” she said, with a smile. Afterward, she turned and started to walk away and of course, didn’t bother to ask me if I wanted anything.

Gabe finished a sip of his drink and as he placed it back down on the table, he asked, “What are you drinking? Did you get anything?”

I couldn’t believe this. “Does it look like I got anything?”

“You’re my guest, Fiona,” he said, with a casual shrug. Gabe lifted the menu to his face once again. “You should have gotten whatever you wanted.”

“Well, how am I supposed to know that? I’ve never been anywhere like this before.”

“What do you mean? A restaurant?”

“No, it’s just… oh never mind,” I said. From the moment I set foot in the place, everything seemed to be going wrong. All of a sudden, it was the last place I wanted to be. “I really just think I should go, Gabe.”

With one eye on his menu, Gabe took a pull of his cocktail. “You’re not going anywhere, Fiona. Look, don’t make me regret doing this.”

I swallowed hard and glared at him. He just didn’t get it. Didn’t he see how uncomfortable I was? Just the way she’d touched him. I hated it. I’d never been jealous in my life and logically, I had no right to be. It’s not as if we were a couple. But her behavior was just so… brazen. It made me sick to my stomach. Oblivious to my growing rage, Gabe sat there casually sipping his drink and perusing the menu. When it became apparent he had no intention of acknowledging any of what happened, I felt compelled to, because if I didn’t, I’d probably scream.

“Do you think she’s pretty?” I huffed.

Gabe lowered his menu just enough to make eye contact with me. He wrinkled his brow. “Who?”

“The hostess,” I snapped. “Do you think she’s pretty?”

“Oh… Mandy?” he said with a casual nod. Lifting the menu up once more, he continued. “Yeah, of course. She’s a doll. What guy wouldn’t?”

As he finished speaking, I looked away suddenly mortified I’d even asked the question. What the hell was happening to me? In my peripheral vision, I noticed Gabe straighten himself up and place the menu on the table. He remained silent for several moments as he took a sip of his drink. I had no doubt what was coming next.

“You um… jealous, Fiona?”

I shook my head but didn’t turn to look at him. “What? No. Of course not.”

“Mmm, hmm,” he muttered. Gabe placed his drink down on the table. The tablecloth muted the sound, but only a little. “Look at me.”

Regret filled my stomach as I moved my eyes back towards him.

“You have nothing to be jealous of, Fiona. I invited you here to be with me. Not her, not anyone else. Just you. Don’t disappoint me and don’t make me regret it.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Well,” he said, with a disdainful exhale as he leaned back into the booth. “You should be.”

Overcome by an almost horrific level of shame, I clutched my napkin in my lap. I wanted to slide underneath the booth and crawl out of there. I couldn’t believe how I was acting. Gabe had no intention of letting me off easy.

He dragged his fingers up and down the side of the glass, smearing the condensation as he did.

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