Mastered By The Boss by Opal Carew Page A

eyes narrowed. “If you and Mr. Jameson are
going to wind up in a room for the night, then I’m stuck.”
    “No, I thought of that. I told Spence he has until
midnight. Then just like in Cinderella, I disappear into the
night.” She grinned. “It teaches him discipline. So we meet at the
front door at midnight. Okay?”
    * * *
    The party was in full swing when they stepped in the
front door. Music blaring, people dancing. A waitress walked by
with a tray of champagne flutes and Serena grabbed two and handed
one to Kali. Serena downed hers.
    Many of the costumed people had masks on, but even
more didn’t. Still, she and Serena didn’t stand out. But as Kali
perused the crowd, she realized she recognized many of the faces.
Mr. Horner, head of accounting. Mr. James, VP of Marketing.
    Her chest tightened and she grabbed Serena’s arm.
“What the hell, Serena? This is a party for the executives of
NewGen? Why didn’t you tell me?”
    “Because if I’d told you, you wouldn’t have
come.”
    “Of course I wouldn’t have. What if Mr. Blair is
here?”
    Serena grinned. “Yes, what if he is?” Her grin
broadened. “Then maybe you and he can sneak away for a little
tryst, and you’ll finally get what you’ve been longing for all
these months.”
    Kali squeezed Serena’s arm, anxiety flaring inside
her.
    “Not going to happen,” Kali insisted in a hoarse
whisper.
    “You can say that, but it seems you’ve caught his
eye.”
    Kali glanced in the direction Serena was looking.
The sight of Ryan Blair watching her from the railing on the second
floor froze her to the spot. His gaze glided over her body, sending
heat fluttering through her.
    He oozed sexuality standing there in his tailored
suit, his dark, wavy hair combed back from his face, his square jaw
lightly shadowed with whisker stubble.
    “If you want to seal the deal,” Serena said with a
wink, “just slip off the skirt. He won’t be able to keep it in his
pants.”
    A part of Kali wanted to do just that—slip off the
leather skirt and turn away from him, then walk away with a sway to
her hips. But she would never… could never…
    * * *
    Ryan sipped his drink as he glanced around the room.
He had to make an appearance at this party, since it was a special
event for the executives, but that didn’t mean he liked it. He
hated costumes and refused to wear one. His expensive, tailored
suit would do just fine.
    His gaze fell on two women who had just arrived and
heat rushed through him at the sight of the woman dressed in the
skimpy leather costume, the bra cut low in front revealing the
swell of her luscious breasts, straps around her torso, and a
spectacularly short skirt that revealed every long inch of her
shapely legs. The collar around her next sent his hormones into a
spin.
    He immediately developed a rising appreciation for
the costume aspect. As did his cock.
    A woman dressed as a submissive would excite him no
matter what, but this woman… With her long, dark hair flowing over
her soft, creamy shoulders, and her tall shapely body… She looked
so much like his secretary. Kali had been with him for six months,
and he could swear that he hadn’t been without an erection at work
that whole time.
    She was a distraction and he’d thought several times
that he should let her go, but she was an excellent secretary. And
he liked her. It wasn’t fair to get rid of her for something that
was his own damn issue.
    As he gazed at this sexy woman, he wondered if
having sex with her could relieve him of the tension that had built
up from being around Kali. He would pretend she was Kali, have hot,
hard sex with her, and then he could finally get his cock under
control at work. And if that didn’t work, maybe he could start a
casual fling with this woman, providing him with a regular Kali
fix, keeping him satisfied, and therefore free of distraction.
    A man approached the woman and they chatted. Ryan
watched as he led her to the dance floor. From his vantage