Sleeping With My Boss: A Standalone Novel (An Alpha Billionaire Romance Love Story) (A Dirty Office Romance) by Claire Adams Page B
Authors: Claire Adams
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Asher Sinclair at arm’s length was definitely
among the greatest challenges I'd faced in my life. I'd finally landed my dream job, and I was on track to make a name for
myself. I had positioned myself to set up a career characterized by power and
success—yet, coupled with my goals to make it in my career field was a burning
desire, a hungry yearning for another human being that I hadn't felt since my
ex-fiancé had left me a month before our wedding.
It didn’t help that this person was the CEO of my
firm, the person who, quite literally, held the key to my career's success—or
failure—in his hands.
I knew that, eventually, he would respect my wishes to
keep everything professional and put my career first. He was cut from the same
cloth as me, even if our backgrounds were vastly different. What we did share
was a driving ambition and a tireless work ethic and an almost crippling
aspiration for sheer perfection.
Since I have always been a rational
person—who knows that mixing work and pleasure could easily turn into a recipe
for catastrophe—I could see how things might end terribly if I decided to walk
the path that leads to a romantic relationship with Asher.
But, another part of me was wondering if it would be a risk worth taking; a man like Asher
Sinclair did n’t come around often. I
couldn’t stop myself from thinking that,
perhaps, a relationship with Asher was a bonafide, once-in-a-lifetime
opportunity. He'd already revealed, in a number
of ways, that he was nothing like the billionaire playboy stereotype
that others made him out to be.
He was grounded in reality, even with his vast power
and billions of dollars, was extremely disciplined, and surprisingly kind and
gentle, despite his physical prowess and penchant for violent sports. He was,
in many ways, a man of contradictions—an enigma, revealing small pieces of
himself to me.
But why me?
That was the question I hadn't been able to shake.
I mean, sure, I was a fairly attractive woman who knew how to work a sexy business suit , and he seemed to be impressed by my drive
and creativity. But was he only pursuing me to satisfy his own ego, or was
there something more at play? My gut kept
gnawing at me that it was the latter.
I pulled into the parking lot of the Sinclair Building
and parked my car. A quick check of my watch confirmed that I was early. There were still a good twenty minutes left before I was
required to be in my office.
I'd only just gotten my car back from
the mechanic, and since I had spent the entire weekend relaxing with Meghan
while trying to temporarily forget about work—going to the spa, getting a
mani-pedi, treating myself to a massage, and eating at a couple of new
restaurants we’d been planning to check out—I hadn't had the chance to give
over the car the once over to make sure the mechanic had done a good job.
“Well, there's no time like the present,” I said aloud, and popped the hood.
I stepped out of my car and walked around to the front
of it , raising the hood. I examined the
motor just as my dad had taught me, checking over fine details that the average
person wouldn't have thought to look at. It seemed, thankfully, that the
mechanic had done a very thorough job. I was about to close the hood when I
heard the deep, raspy rumble of a sports car booming through the underground
parking lot.
I looked up and saw Asher pulling up to park in a spot
next to me. He rolled down his window and smiled.
“Car troubles again, Lilah?”
“Nope. Just giving the motor a once over to make sure
the mechanic did what I asked him to do. So, you're in a Porsche today? Please
tell me you didn’t get rid of the Maserati.”
“I told you, I collect these things,” he replied with
a cheeky grin. “Variety is the spice of life.”
“Carrera GT,” I remarked, looking the car up and down.
“Great car.”
“I do like it, yeah. That's a decent Beemer you're
driving there, too.”
“It's been good to me. German
among the greatest challenges I'd faced in my life. I'd finally landed my dream job, and I was on track to make a name for
myself. I had positioned myself to set up a career characterized by power and
success—yet, coupled with my goals to make it in my career field was a burning
desire, a hungry yearning for another human being that I hadn't felt since my
ex-fiancé had left me a month before our wedding.
It didn’t help that this person was the CEO of my
firm, the person who, quite literally, held the key to my career's success—or
failure—in his hands.
I knew that, eventually, he would respect my wishes to
keep everything professional and put my career first. He was cut from the same
cloth as me, even if our backgrounds were vastly different. What we did share
was a driving ambition and a tireless work ethic and an almost crippling
aspiration for sheer perfection.
Since I have always been a rational
person—who knows that mixing work and pleasure could easily turn into a recipe
for catastrophe—I could see how things might end terribly if I decided to walk
the path that leads to a romantic relationship with Asher.
But, another part of me was wondering if it would be a risk worth taking; a man like Asher
Sinclair did n’t come around often. I
couldn’t stop myself from thinking that,
perhaps, a relationship with Asher was a bonafide, once-in-a-lifetime
opportunity. He'd already revealed, in a number
of ways, that he was nothing like the billionaire playboy stereotype
that others made him out to be.
He was grounded in reality, even with his vast power
and billions of dollars, was extremely disciplined, and surprisingly kind and
gentle, despite his physical prowess and penchant for violent sports. He was,
in many ways, a man of contradictions—an enigma, revealing small pieces of
himself to me.
But why me?
That was the question I hadn't been able to shake.
I mean, sure, I was a fairly attractive woman who knew how to work a sexy business suit , and he seemed to be impressed by my drive
and creativity. But was he only pursuing me to satisfy his own ego, or was
there something more at play? My gut kept
gnawing at me that it was the latter.
I pulled into the parking lot of the Sinclair Building
and parked my car. A quick check of my watch confirmed that I was early. There were still a good twenty minutes left before I was
required to be in my office.
I'd only just gotten my car back from
the mechanic, and since I had spent the entire weekend relaxing with Meghan
while trying to temporarily forget about work—going to the spa, getting a
mani-pedi, treating myself to a massage, and eating at a couple of new
restaurants we’d been planning to check out—I hadn't had the chance to give
over the car the once over to make sure the mechanic had done a good job.
“Well, there's no time like the present,” I said aloud, and popped the hood.
I stepped out of my car and walked around to the front
of it , raising the hood. I examined the
motor just as my dad had taught me, checking over fine details that the average
person wouldn't have thought to look at. It seemed, thankfully, that the
mechanic had done a very thorough job. I was about to close the hood when I
heard the deep, raspy rumble of a sports car booming through the underground
parking lot.
I looked up and saw Asher pulling up to park in a spot
next to me. He rolled down his window and smiled.
“Car troubles again, Lilah?”
“Nope. Just giving the motor a once over to make sure
the mechanic did what I asked him to do. So, you're in a Porsche today? Please
tell me you didn’t get rid of the Maserati.”
“I told you, I collect these things,” he replied with
a cheeky grin. “Variety is the spice of life.”
“Carrera GT,” I remarked, looking the car up and down.
“Great car.”
“I do like it, yeah. That's a decent Beemer you're
driving there, too.”
“It's been good to me. German
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