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Le Boss
Lauren
Le retour au travail était censé être une transition sans douleur, mais lorsque mon nouveau patron s’avère être un connard arrogant, il transforme rapidement ma vie professionnelle en torture. D’accord, très bien, l’appeler un trouduc avant de savoir qu’il était mon patron n’était pas mon meilleur moment. Le haïr devrait être facile. Je n’avais simplement pas compté sur le fait qu’il serait si beau ou charmant quand il ne m’énervait pas.
Austin
Je m’attendais à ce que ma nouvelle assistante soit professionnelle et ponctuelle, mais tout ce que j’ai reçu, ce sont des regards mauvais et des commentaires impolis. Je devrais renvoyer la petite insolente, mais au lieu de cela, tout ce à quoi je peux penser, c’est de la pencher sur mon bureau et de briser toutes les règles que j’ai instaurées.
Un regard. Un contact. Une nuit. Si nous enfreignons les règles, nos vies ne seront plus jamais les mêmes.
C’est une bonne chose que les règles aient été faites pour être brisées. Et d’ailleurs, ça fait du bien de tenter le patron.
Le playboy
play·boy ˈplāˌboi/
Nom : Homme riche passant son temps à s’amuser, à se comporter de façon irresponsable ou étant sexuellement immoral.
Synonymes : « Socialite », hédoniste
Noah
J’ai la belle vie,l'argent, je suis plutôt beau gosse et j’ai toutes les femmes que je veux. Jusqu’à ce que, je la rencontre et mon monde se retrouve sens dessus dessous et elle ne veut rien avoir à faire avec moi.
Kaleigh
Ma devise : Ne jamais revoir le même homme deux fois. J’ai moins de chance d’avoir mon cœur brisé en la suivant. Jusqu’à ce que mes yeux rencontrent ceux du seul homme pour qui je briserai cette règle.
Elle pense qu’elle peut s’enfuir. Que je la laisserai partir.
Il pense qu’il peut gérer une femme comme moi.
Il n’a aucune idée de ce qui l’attend.
Un homme qui a déjà tout n’a besoin que d’une seule et unique chose. Une tentatrice.
Regardez-moi tenter le Playboy
Kindle Edition
First published March 1, 2017






Lauren
Going back to work was supposed to be a painless transition, but when my new boss turns out to be an arrogant, cocky jerk, he quickly turns my professional life into a world of torture. Okay, fine, calling him an asshat before knowing he was my boss wasn't my finest moment. Hating him should be easy. I just never counted on him being so gorgeous or charming when he's not annoying me.
Austin
I expected my new assistant to be professional and punctual, but all I'm getting are dirty looks and rude comments. I should fire the little hellion, but instead all I can think about is bending her over my desk and breaking every rule I've ever made for myself.
One look. One touch. One night. If we break the rules, our lives will never be the same again.
Good thing rules were made to be broken. And besides, it feels so good to Tempt the Boss...
“John! Get the fuck in here,” I whisper-yell angrily through clenched teeth.
He walks in, and I close the door as he looks down and gasps, taking in the state of my balls. “What the fuck, dude?!”
“I don’t know what’s going on! I was sitting in the meeting when I felt a prickling sensation. I thought my pants were just tight. Dude.” I look down. “My balls.”
I look up again to see that John is standing there, a hand over his mouth, his eyes wide. “You need to go to the doctor. Jesus, do you think they’ll explode?” he wonders as he crouches down — a little too close considering our relationship — to get a better look.
“Get the fuck away from my balls, please.”
“That is almost like watching porn,” I tell him. “You doing stuff like watching dishes, vacuuming, homework with [my son]. It’s mom porn.”
His eyebrows shoot up. “Are you checking me out?” he questions with a smile.
“I’m going more than checking you out. I’m undressing you in my mind,” I tease him as I lean against the counter.
He shakes the water from his hands. “Really? Well, in that case, where the fuck is the vacuum?”
“Do you love my mommy?” Her question has my breath stopping in my chest…
“I love your mom more than you know,” he answers her, and me as well. His words bring tears to my eyes. There’s a softness, almost a reverence to his voice as if he’s talking to me, only me, as if we were alone. “I’ve never loved anyone the way I love your mom.”
“Go woo your girl.”
“Woo?” I ask him.
“A meal, rose petals, champagne, lingerie, vibrators, cuffs. You know, romance.”
“This, I can do.” I make a list of everything I need to get. “I’m going to woo the fuck out of her.”









Ever since she came into my life, it's been one crazy, fucked-up episode after another.

She brings out not only this insane, absurd awfulness in me, but also a fun, silly, playful side I didn't even know I had.


She's the drug and I'm the addict. I've never wanted someone so much in my life. Not just her body, though her body is meant to be worshipped, but her head, hear heart. I want it all.


I want you to know that I'm here for you not because I have to be, but because I want to be.

Let me be that person for you.








“She’s nothing more than a crazy chick with a tight ass. Who will get me coffee daily.”
“Oh, really?” Her voice cuts through the air … “Well then, I’m happy I could assist you in your day,” she snorts, coming in and dumping the bags on the table in front of us. “I also got something for your friend,” she huffs and then walks away. This time slamming the door on her way out.
“Oh fuck, you are in so much fucking trouble. Dude, she is going to fucking string you up by the balls.”
“John! Get the fuck in here,” I whisper-yell angrily through clenched teeth.
He walks in, and I close the door as he looks down and gasps, taking in the state of my balls. “What the fuck, dude?!”
“I don’t know what’s going on! I was sitting in the meeting when I felt a prickling sensation. I thought my pants were just tight. Dude.” I look down. “My balls.”
I look up again to see that John is standing there, a hand over his mouth, his eyes wide. “You need to go to the doctor. Jesus, do you think they’ll explode?” he wonders as he crouches down — a little too close considering our relationship — to get a better look.
“Get the fuck away from my balls, please.”
“I want you … Only you. You drive me absolutely fucking crazy, and you keep me on my fucking toes. You make me want everything, and I’ve never wanted everything. I’ve only wanted me. Now, I want you and everything that comes with you.”







