Sleeping With My Boss: A Standalone Novel (An Alpha Billionaire Romance Love Story) (A Dirty Office Romance)

by Adams,Claire

  I'd come a long way from the little one-bedroom apartment on Evergreen Avenue in Brooklyn, but I wasn't sure that I was any happier than I'd been back when it had been just my mother and me.

  She'd worked as a secretary in Manhattan before I was born, but when I was small, she changed jobs and became a librarian in Brooklyn so that she could be home when I got out of school. I'd walk the three blocks from my school to the library and find her packing up her bags. She'd always have a new book or magazine for me to read and would always tell me that I had to be careful with it since no one had even touched it yet. There was something about her ability to turn the average everyday thing into something fresh and new that made me feel like I had everything, despite the fact that we lived a pretty meager existence.

  Our apartment was sparse in its decoration, but my mother somehow managed to make it a warm and inviting home with her thrift store finds. I never had the most fashionable clothing, but she made sure that everything I wore was neat and clean. And although we weren't able to afford lots of groceries, she always focused on buying high quality food from farmer's markets and local butchers. Some years, she would claim a patch of ground out behind our building and plant a variety of vegetables. The patch would often get raided by neighbors and animals, but my mother never seemed to mind. She'd say that if someone needed the food more than we did, then they were welcome to it. Besides, I never went to bed hungry, though looking back on those years, I think that she often did.

  The only time my mother would ever get testy would be when I peppered her with questions about my father. She told me that he'd died in an accident, but she never said when or where or how that had happened, so my young mind was left to weave a story in order to satisfy my curiosity and longing. In the process, my father became a legend in my own mind. He was a hero and someone who I longed to know. By the time I was ten, I realized that my mother would never give up the details of his life, so I began to investigate.

  That investigation would lead me to the story that would eventually change my life, but as I sat back and considered where I was now, I began to wonder if it was for the better.

  Chapter Four

  Emily

  It felt like a long drive home from the airport, but I told myself that it would all be fine once I got home. I'd make a great dinner for Tom and me, and then I'd tell him the good news about my promotion. We'd celebrate and things would go back to how they used to be when we were happy and in love.

  Pulling into the driveway, I winced when I saw that Tom had, again, put another car up on blocks in the backyard. It wasn't that I was so particular about the yard itself, after all, it just a rock-covered area with some plants that thrive in arid climates. It was more that I felt frustrated by the fact that Tom never cleaned up after himself, so the backyard always vaguely resembled a wrecking yard.

  I forced a smile as I popped the trunk of my beat up Corolla and got out. I looped the few grocery bags in the back over my arm and yanked my travel case out so I could haul it inside. Right after we'd gotten married, Tom used to meet me in the garage and bring my bags inside, but the honeymoon phase was long past and now, I did it all myself.

  "Hi, honey, I'm home!" I called as cheerfully as possible.

  "Hey, babe," Tom called from the backyard. "Come see what Billy brought me to work on!"

  "Oh wow," I said as I set the grocery bags down and walked to the backdoor. Up on blocks in our yard was a car that looked to be the size of a small boat. I had no idea what it was, only that it was huge, there were a lot of parts spread out all over the patio, and there was oil leaking from under the hood and pooling on the concrete. "It looks...complicated."

  "Damn right, it does!" he crowed. "It's a Buick and these things are incredible!"

  Billy stood behind him nodding as he took a pull off of a long neck bottle of Budweiser. I didn't have a good feeling about this, but I knew better than to voice my opinion when Tom was riding high like this, so I smiled and headed inside to change my clothes and cook dinner.

  "What do you think, baby?" Tom whispered as he snuck up behind me in the bedroom. "It's pretty amazing, isn't it?"

  "It's amazing," I repeated, not quite understanding what was so amazing about the car.

  "Billy is going to have me rebuild the engine and then he'll drive it cross country and sell it for double what he bought it for," he continued as he began running his hands up my sides. "I stand to make a sweet profit from this deal, baby."

  "That's great, honey," I smiled stiffly, remembering the last time that Tom and Billy struck a deal and how we were saddled with over five hundred dollars of parts that Billy claimed were unusable. With Billy, it was always about how to get the most out of those he used, but Tom couldn't see that and he usually ended up paying the price. I knew better than to say anything, though.

  "What's wrong? You don't think it's a good deal?" he whispered as he leaned down and brushed his lips across my neck. I could smell the beer on his breath and wondered how many he'd had before I arrived home. If I knew the exact number, I'd know what was coming next.

  "No, it's just that..." I trailed off as he worked his way down my neck with his lips while he worked his way up under my t-shirt with his hands.

  "It's just what?" he breathed into my shoulder as he kneaded my breasts.

  "I'm just thinking about how to adjust my dinner menu to accommodate the three of us," I said quickly, covering my real thoughts.

  "You don't like the deal." Tom stopped kissing me. His voice had an edge that I knew well and didn't like.

  "No, seriously, I just had a really long day at work and I was thinking about how I can stretch the groceries so that all three of us get enough to eat," I repeated.

  "You're such a wet blanket sometimes, you know?" He gripped my upper arms as he spoke. "Most guys' wives would be grateful that they take on extra work and do something to make a little extra, but not my wife."

  "Tom, I'm not arguing with you, honey," I said in an attempt to soothe his bruised ego. "I think it's great that you're working on the car and I was only trying to figure out how to feed us all since I didn't buy enough for three. I swear."

  "You think you're so much better than me, don't you?" His voice rose as he got worked up. I knew that once we reached a certain point, there would be no turning back – and no dinner.

  "Tom, baby," I said as I turned and wrapped my arms around his neck, burying my face in his chest. "I was only thinking about dinner and about how much I was looking forward to having you all to myself tonight. I'm sorry if I seem out of sorts, but I felt disappointed when I saw Billy here and knew I would have to share."

  I leaned back and tipped my face up so that I was looking right into his eyes. I plastered the best customer service smile I had on my lips and then pulled him down so I could kiss him. He wobbled a bit and then leaned heavily into the kiss. He was already drunk, and I knew the evening would be a mess if I didn't get started cooking dinner soon.

  "Tommy," I sighed.

  "Yeah, baby?" he replied as he bent lower and kissed his way down my collarbone. It was something that used to thrill me, but now only repulsed me.

  "Are you hungry?" I whispered.

  "Hungry for what, baby?" he replied as his hands once again headed up under my t-shirt.

  "Dinner, sweetie, dinner?" I giggled. I stopped for a moment and I held my breath, waiting to see if I'd tamed the beast for the moment.

  "Yeah," he mumbled into my neck. "I guess I could eat something. Hey, is it okay if Billy stays?"

  "It's fine, baby," I replied. "It's just fine."

  He let go of me and turned to leave the room. As soon as I heard him opening the backdoor, I sank down on the edge of the bed and held my head in my hands.

  I'd loved Tom from the minute I met him in ninth grade and I'd loved him even more the day we'd stood up in front of the small gathering of our family and friends and promised to love, honor, and cherish each other for always, but now we'd become something so diff
erent from what I'd envisioned and I had no idea how we were going to make this work.

  Rather, how I was going to make this work.

  Chapter Five

  Austin

  I was half asleep when my phone began buzzing. I ignored it until it lit up for the third time in ten minutes and then grabbed it off the nightstand and checked the screen. I sighed as I hit the call back button and waited.

  "Hey, Bax, what's up?" I asked.

  "Austin, there's a problem with the Sydney developers on the casino," Bax began. Jonathan Davis Baxter III, or Bax as he was better known, was my second in command and the person I trusted the most, so I knew if he was sounding the alarm, the problem was real. "They're threatening to walk off the job. Can you go calm them down and keep the team moving forward?"

  "Why me?" I yawned into the phone.

  "Because when it comes to charming the natives, no one, and I mean no one, can do it better than you, buddy," he laughed. "Get your ass on the next flight to Sydney and fix the problem or we're going to have way bigger issues to deal with."

  "Why aren't you doing this? You're pretty damn charming, my friend," I asked.

  "Because I'm the ugly one," he shot back. "And thanks for reminding me of that. You're a real pal."

  "Aw, Bax, don't go to bed mad," I laughed. "You know how they say that it isn't good for a marriage."

  "You wish," he sniffed. "You'd be beyond lucky to find someone as well suited for marriage as I am."

  "You're telling me," I muttered.

  "Speaking of which, how was the date with Angela or Andrea or whatever her name was?" he asked. "The one your mom set you up with?"

  "Andrea, and she was a really nice girl," I replied defensively.

  "Yes, like every other nice girl your mother has set you up with over the past three years," he said. "When are you just going to give it up and settle down like a good little son and give her what she really wants?"

  "What do you know about what my mother wants?" I asked.

  "Oh good lord, all parents get to the point where all they want is grandchildren," he sighed. "Your mother is no exception."

  "Good to know," I grunted, nonplussed. "Maybe what I ought to do is knock up one of these girls and give my mother a grandchild without having to mess with the marriage part."

  "Don't even think about it," Bax warned. "That's whole mess of trouble that you do not need, my friend."

  "Yeah, you're probably right," I sighed. "Alright, then safe sex it is until I find the one."

  "Good choice," he approved. "Now, be on the flight to Sydney and solve the problem."

  "Will do, boss man," I said as I saluted the phone.

  "Don't mock me, jackass," he warned. "I know your mother."

  "Point well taken," I said as I tapped the screen and ended the call.

  Chapter Six

  Emily

  After dinner, I did the dishes while listening to the sound of Tom and Billy getting progressively drunker instead of working on the Buick. I sighed as I scrubbed the plates and placed them in the dish drainer before turning my attention to the pans I'd used to cook the fresh vegetables and steak I'd used to make fajitas.

  I let my mind wander back four years and smiled when I remembered how young and hopeful we'd been. Back then, Tom was sober and had a future in baseball ahead of him. He'd been a star pitcher at North Las Vegas High and when he was signed to a Triple A team in Bakersfield, he had high hopes of making it to the minor league in two or three years. His baseball salary only paid through the summer season, but he'd been working for Marks Air as part of the baggage and maintenance crew for a couple of years by then and they were willing to give him time off to play baseball while holding his job for him until the end of the season.

  Tom felt proud of what he'd accomplished at such a young age and so did I. We were excited about starting our new life together and the house was our investment in the future.

  We'd made the down payment on this house using the money we'd received as wedding gifts and the small amount Tom had gotten as a signing bonus with Bakersfield. It wasn't a big house, it was definitely not located in the best part of town, and it needed quite a bit of work to make it truly livable, but it was ours and we had seen its potential the first time we'd walked through it.

  I'd been working as a waitress at a hole-in-the-wall bar whose owner didn't care that I wasn't yet twenty-one and the weekend tips I made were substantial enough to make the mortgage payment every month. It wasn't easy and Tom and I didn't see a whole lot of each other the first few months of our marriage, but we were happy because we were building something together.

  That all changed the afternoon Tom pitched a no-hitter against a team from Visalia. During his last pitch, he felt something in his shoulder give and although he struck the last batter out, he walked off the mound knowing that something was seriously wrong. We saw several specialists over the next few months and none of them had good news. Tom had a loose shoulder and while the surgeons could offer a wide variety of options for healing it enough to be able to function in a normal setting, none of them could promise him that he'd ever be able to pitch again.

  The news sent Tom into a downward spiral for a few months and he started drinking and gambling as a way to stave off the feelings of disappointment and failure. I tried to pull him out of it by suggesting that we travel to other clinics and consult with sports experts, but by that time the medical bills had begun to overwhelm us and Tom showed signs of giving up.

  I gave up taking classes at the local community college and began searching for a second job to try and bring in more money. One afternoon, Tom came home from his shift at the airline and announced that they were hiring flight attendants and that the pay was triple what I was making in tips. He suggested that I apply and while I doubted that they'd hire me because I was still so young, I did it.

  Six weeks later, I packed my bags and flew to New York City for a month of training and learned that I was the perfect candidate for flying the friendly skies. It was the perfect combination of all the things I enjoyed doing most, and I was excited about the possibility of expanding my horizons while getting paid. I came back from training with a list of places that I wanted to visit, but Tom was less than thrilled about the prospect of his wife being gone more than half the month.

  We fought about the job for a week after I returned. I was resentful that he'd set me up, and he was mad that I actually liked the job. We spent an icy few evenings trying to reach an agreement, but I got the feeling that he was angry at more than me, so I tried to make peace with meals and outings before I started my new schedule.

  Once I started flying, we settled into a routine and things seemed to calm down. Tom worked the early shift at the airline, so it left him with lots of free afternoons and evenings. He started building a mechanic business out of our garage, but he wasn't very good at holding his customers to payment schedules, so I often came home to a stack of unpaid bills and invoices that needed to be sent out for payment. It had gotten to the point that every time I returned, I held my breath on the drive home wondering what I would encounter once I got there.

  Needless to say, the flame of romance had been turned down to low in our marriage and it took some real effort on my part to respond to Tom's overtures. He drank regularly, and when he made his intentions clear, I often had to fight back a wave of disgust and remind myself of all the good, loving qualities he still possessed when he was sober.

  The sober Tom was still charming, attractive, and loving, and when he was home, I fell in love with him all over again. The problem was that sober Tom was showing up less and less frequently and I didn't know how I could convince him to stay.

  Chapter Seven

  Austin

  I woke up to my phone frantically vibrating at four in the morning. This was something that annoyed me beyond belief, but business never sleeps.

  "You awake, boss?" Bax's voice filtered through my fuzzy brain.

  "If I wasn't before
, I am now," I mumbled as I reached across the nightstand and tapped the base of the lamp so that it cast a soft glow out into the room.

  When I'd taken over the hotel business several years ago, I'd made it my mission to upgrade many of the old fixtures and these lamps were one of the things that customers often complemented us on. Instead of quickly shining a bright light in the guest's eyes, it warmed up over a period of twenty minutes. It allowed guests to seamlessly move between sleep and awake and resulted in a more pleasant wake-up experience. In addition, I'd replaced the morning wake-up call with a programmable tone on each phone keypad so that guests could wake up to everything from chimes to summer storms, rather than the voices of strangers at a switchboard, though we still offered that option for the old school folks who didn't like change.

  "We've got a full day and I thought you might be tempted to sleep in this morning," he said.

  "Don't you ever sleep?" I grumbled as I tapped the keypad on the room phone and ordered breakfast and the Times.

  "Would it matter if I told you that I'm a thousand year old vampire and I don't need sleep, just the blood of ten virgins and a shot of whiskey?" he deadpanned.

  "Don't be a smart ass," I replied as I slowly lifted the Egyptian cotton sheets up and rolled to the edge of the mattress. "I'm not in the mood for jokes this morning."

  "Right," he replied. "Gotcha. So, this morning you need to get to the office and meet with Daniel before you head to the airport.

  "Oh Christ," I groaned. "Not that jackass this early in the morning, Bax."

  "Sorry, I tried to shift things around and keep him off the schedule, but you know how that goes," he replied sympathetically. "Just get there early, meet with him, nod your head and make mouth noises, and then skip out as quickly as possible. Tell him you have a flight to catch, it's the truth."

  "For a change," I said as I rubbed my face with my hand and tried to remember where I'd hung my pants. "Can you have someone send over a suit and then get Lydia to pack my bags for Sydney?"