The Mr. Wrong Series

by Madden, A. M.

  “Miss Monroe!” he bellowed the moment he heard me pull open a drawer to deposit my handbag.

  I snatched my notebook off my desk and stalked into his office while still wearing my coat. “Good morning, Mr. Boyd. Did you have a nice weekend?”

  His head snapped up as his beady little eyes narrowed. “It was fine.”

  “That’s wonderful.” I sat, smiling the entire time he glared at me. “Before we get started, I’d like to say a few things if you don’t mind.”

  “We have a lot to cover, and since you’re so behind I think it’s best we don’t waste time.”

  I feigned a pout. “Oh, I understand. But, you see, I’m quitting. As of right now, without giving you two weeks, without warning.” I crossed my leg over my knee and smiled pleasantly. “You’re a nasty man, and I wish you the best of luck trying to replace me.” I stood and tossed my notebook on the center of his desk. “You can pass this onto your new slave. I don’t mind her seeing every truthful thing I wrote about you.”

  His face turned bright red with fury. “Sit down, Miss Monroe. You aren’t going anywhere.”

  Ignoring him, I walked to the door and folded my arms. “Or?” I prompted. “You’ll fire me? Oops, too late.”

  “You will never work in this city again. You can forget a recommendation. You work here for the next two weeks or I will be sure your next employer knows what an unprofessional employee you are.”

  A natural, care-free laugh escaped at his threat. “Good luck with that…” You asshole. “I will not be sitting back down, but I can bend over before I leave so you can kiss my ass.”

  I didn’t bother to look back at him. With purpose, I strode over to my desk, grabbed my one picture, my handbag, and my—‘There’s a chance this is wine’ coffee mug. With a wave to my now former coworkers, I smiled wide and said, “See ya,’” before hightailing it out of the hell I was forced to endure for too many damn years of my life.

  Kyle knew I planned to quit today, but he didn’t know I’d be walking out, too. That decision was made in my shower this morning.

  I hailed a cab and recited Kyle’s lab address to the cabbie. I hadn’t felt this excited over my future in a very long time, and knowing Kyle, he’d want to be part of this unprecedented emotion I was feeling.

  The city streets were clogged with commuters running late, combined with bridge traffic, it took far longer than I hoped to get to Cleary Laboratories. By the time I made my way into his building, my knees were knocking from a combination of nerves, anxiety, and adrenaline.

  I announced myself to the first floor receptionist, and she looked up with a knowing smile. “You’re Vanessa?”

  “Um… yes,” I replied, wondering how she knew me.

  “Mr. Cleary is on the fifth floor. Would you like me to call him?”

  Showing up during his workday could cause a disruption that I didn’t want. I couldn’t assume he wasn’t busy or in an important meeting. Internally, I had decided while here I was indeed his employee, and the only way this would work is if we kept those lines of professionalism intact during the work day. “Um… no, thank you. Would you mind calling Frederick instead?”

  “Not at all.” She did as I asked and then motioned toward the posh seating area facing her desk. “Make yourself comfortable. He’ll be down in a few minutes.”

  Frederick appeared through the elevator doors as they slid open. “Vanessa. He hadn’t mentioned you would be coming today. I assumed you’d be joining us in two weeks.”

  Impressed that Kyle had filled Frederick in, I stood and smiled shyly. “He doesn’t know. I’m here to let you know, as your new apprentice, I’m ready to begin now. I no longer have any obligations with my former employer, and I’m all yours.”

  A genuine smile lit up his handsome face. “That’s awesome… and I could definitely use the help. Let’s get you set up and started. Welcome to Cleary Laboratories.”

  Chapter 27

  Kyle

  “Thanks, guys.” I stood and stretched as my men’s aftershave team filed out of the conference room. I’d been spending so much time on my women’s line of products, I felt I was neglecting the men’s side of the business.

  My concern was unwarranted as my team made it obvious they had it all covered and the division moved along like clockwork. With a new launch coming in the next few weeks, I listened to their detailed itinerary knowing they could handle what was needed to accomplish a successful campaign.

  When I glanced at my phone for the fifth time this hour, Vanessa still hadn’t sent me a text or tried calling me. All I could picture was her dickhead of a boss giving her a hard time or working her to the bone because she gave her notice. The only reason I didn’t try to contact her was for fear it would interrupt while she quit—that would only make things worse.

  Just as I stepped off the elevator, I swore I heard her voice. When I turned the corner, I saw her sitting at one of the tables in a white lab coat, her hair pulled back into a ponytail, and intently watching Frederick as he combined liquids into a beaker. She diligently took notes after each step he made.

  I could stare at her all day. I had no idea she’d be there, let alone starting her new job as Frederick’s apprentice. Something must have happened at her office for her to be here already.

  Thoughts of that prick kicking her out caused my blood to simmer. That was until I pulled open the glass door and she turned in my direction and knocked the wind from my lungs with her beauty. Damn, being with her every day would be both amazing and a huge challenge. As it was, I already had visuals dancing in my head over all the places we could have fun in my lab.

  An electric smile lit up her face. “I see we have a new employee.”

  Frederick glanced over her head. “Hey, Boss. Let me introduce you to Miss Vanessa Monroe,” he teased.

  Per our agreement, I kept it professional. “Welcome to Cleary Laboratories, Miss Monroe.” I extended my hand which she took in hers. After a quick shake, I released it. “Is everything all set with Human Resources?”

  Vanessa nodded. “Yes, all of my paperwork has been filled out. My coffee mug and picture frame already have a place of honor on my new desk, and I even got a tour of the employee lounge. This place is really something, you should be very proud.”

  I was proud of what I had accomplished, but hearing it from her made it mean more to me. My business was my baby. It was something I dreamt of as soon as I won that award for my first scent made with my at-home chemistry kit. Granted, telling my manly friends I wanted to make perfume garnered a few questioning looks. But when I tossed in I’d have to work with a lot of women to get the formulas just right, their tune changed and suddenly I was a genius.

  “Thank you, I am proud. Everyone who works here is responsible for its success. My name might be on the door, but my team is very good at what they do. I have high standards and as long as they’re met, then I’m happy.”

  I glanced at Frederick who intently stared at us. Giving him a silent message via a nod, he got the hint. “I need to check my emails, I’ll be back.”

  When he walked away, I took his seat. “What happened with your boss? Did that prick throw you out?”

  “Just the opposite,” she boasted. “It was so great, Kyle. I walked in, told him what I thought of him, quit, and walked out. I could finally breathe. That man was like a two-hundred and fifty pound weight on my chest.”

  “I’ve been worried about you. But, I will say, I’m glad you’re here—surprised, but glad.” All I wanted to do was take her into my arms and hug her. Knowing that wouldn’t be the best idea because I’d end up sending the rest of my staff home and we had work to do, I shoved my hands in my pockets instead.

  “Thank you, Mr. Cleary. I’m happy to be here.” Her tone was soft and seductive. Fuck.

  I leaned in toward her, taking in a whiff of her new perfume. “I want you to call me that later when I’m fucking you on my desk, understand?” She shimmied her ass on the stool. Good, she was turne
d on as much as I was.

  “About that. During the work day no funny business, Mr. Cleary. I was serious when I said I worried what your staff would think. The chick spreading her legs for the boss is not the way I want them to know me by.”

  I lifted my hand to rub my chin to contemplate her words. Torture was what came to mind, but she was right. It wouldn’t be fair to put her in that awkward position with my staff. “You’re right, but come end of day, all bets are off.” Being the consummate professional, I stood and said, “If you need anything, I’ll be in my bathroom.” And when she watched me nonchalantly adjust myself, she grinned knowing why that was where I was headed.

  The lack of ringing phones and the silence of office chatter was one way to know we were probably alone in the building. Looking up and seeing her standing in my doorway was another. She had kept her distance all day, and fuck if that wasn’t a torment. At one point when we passed each other in the hall, I swear if my cock had arms he’d bust through on his own and reach for her.

  “Busy?” she asked, taking a few steps in but stopping way too far away for my liking.

  “Not at all. I was just wasting time waiting for this day to finally end. Did Frederick leave?”

  “Just now. He said to tell you to have a good night. The smirk on his face as he said that was a bit embarrassing, though.”

  “No one knows here, except him.” I stood and closed the distance between us, pulling her into my arms. “And no one needs to, Nessa. Whatever you’re comfortable with is fine with me. I purposely didn’t pull everyone together today until I spoke to you first on how you wanted to be introduced.”

  “As Frederick’s new apprentice, please. But I’m sure they’re going to know the only reason you hired the inexperienced, non-degree-holding chemist was because you’re fucking her.”

  Her words lit a spark of anger within me. “First of all, I’m not just fucking you, so knock it off with that. Secondly…” I released her to cup her face, forcing her to hold my gaze. “There are quite a few of my employees who started here with nothing more than an interest in the business. We pride ourselves in giving young professionals a head start in a rewarding career. Once they learn the basics, my tuition program enables them to continue their education and earn the degree they need to advance within.”

  “Is this something I can do, too?” she asked, intrigue written in her gorgeous green eyes.

  “Of course. You’re part of the Cleary team now, which means you will also receive any and all benefits my company offers.” I pulled her firmly into my body, leaving no doubt why. “Plus, you get fringe benefits, which include fucking the boss, as you so eloquently pointed out. Win-win, if you ask me.”

  She skimmed her thumb across my bottom lip. “Definite win-win. Can I admit that so many times during the day I questioned why I wanted to keep our relationship secret?”

  “Well, no need to now. The workday has ended, and you’re off the clock.” I crushed my lips against hers no longer being able to hold back all the desire I felt since seeing her this morning. The kiss exploded into an all-encompassing green light, of sorts. It very clearly told our bodies, our minds, and our hearts all systems were a go.

  When I pulled away first, it took a few seconds for her to open her eyes. “Don’t move. I’ll be right back.”

  A slow wordless nod meant she heard me. I closed the blinds and retreated quickly into my bathroom, not wanting to waste even another minute without being physically connected to her in some way.

  I stripped naked before grabbing my lab coat that hung on the hook behind the door. In its pocket, I pulled out my glasses and slid them on my head.

  When I opened the door, I found my girl sitting on my desk in a red bra and black panties. She looked up salaciously, swinging her one leg where it crossed over her other knee. The sight of her ruby tinted toenails and all that smooth skin had me forgetting my name.

  “Ta-da,” I said with my arms spread. “Your fantasy has arrived.”

  She curled her lips between her teeth to stifle a laugh. Her reaction to seeing me wasn’t what I expected. It was then when I looked down to see my hard-on comically sticking straight out between the front panels of my coat. Like an over-zealous entertainer, he poked his head between the curtains to assess the audience who waited for him.

  I shrugged, taking another step toward her. “I can’t help it if he’s anxious.”

  She giggled. “He’s so cute. It looks like he’s winking at me.”

  “I can assure you he’s not cute, but angry. Poor guy has been held captive all day long.”

  Vanessa kissed the tip of her index finger before placing it on the tip of my dick. “Poor baby, don’t worry. You’ll be a happy camper soon.”

  In a slow methodical move, she swung her legs around my desk, dodging any accessories I had until she was flat on her back with her head dangling over the edge. She licked her lips and reached over her head to grip my lab coat pulling me close to her.

  “Fuck my mouth, Mr. Cleary,” she said before opening her mouth to me.

  Between her words and the position of her lips an inch away from the tip of my dick, I had to stop myself from thrusting into her in one fell swoop. Instead, I pushed the red lace fabric of her bra to release her breasts and said, “Tits first.” On my request, she released my lab coat and positioned her hands to hold herself in preparation for me. Without delay, my cock sat at the edge of her cleavage, and once I slid down she squeezed them together, creating a soft, warm cocoon of perfect flesh.

  The more I moved, the harder I grew. Taking it upon herself, she slid far enough away to capture the tip of my cock with her puckered lips. I then slowly slipped into her mouth, feeling her tongue caress the underside of my cock before it hit the back of her throat.

  “Fuck,” I muttered when a new kind of warmth engulfed me. I cradled her head with my hands as I moved my hips back and forth. In this position, I could see the outline of my dick move in and out of her throat. There was no way I’d ever get this visual out of my head. Thoughts of moving her desk into my office as soon as tomorrow would not bode well for my job productivity, but the upside outweighed not making my monthly quota.

  “Jesus Christ, Nessa.” The vibration when she moaned almost caused me to come. She fisted the base of my cock with one hand while cupping my balls with her other. This woman was sure to be the death of me, and I wouldn’t want to die any other way.

  I continued to piston my hips in search of the ultimate release. The way she held me captive with her mouth as she was spread out on my desk pushed me over the edge. “I’m coming.”

  At my announcement, she tightened her grip and hollowed her cheeks to suck me in deeper. After one more thrust, I came spectacularly down her throat with a grunt. “Fuck.” I continued jerking my hips forward, watching her swallow every drop I released.

  Still supporting her head, I reluctantly dragged my dick out of her warm wet mouth. The way she used her tongue to constrict my cock during my exit made me want to go for round two, but it was her turn now.

  “Come here, gorgeous.” I helped her swing her body into a sitting position until her legs were dangling off the edge.

  She held her head and laughed. “Give me a minute. I just got a head rush.”

  I couldn’t help but laugh as well. “Babe, that was the best fucking blow job. I don’t even want to know where you acquired that talent.”

  “Good, because a lady never tells.”

  “Get naked, Nessa. It’s my turn.” Her pretty pink tongue peeked out to swipe her lips. First her bra hit the floor, then her panties. “Put your feet on the edge of the desk.” Following my orders, she did as I asked.

  But when I told her to spread her legs she came back with, “Whatever you say, Mr. Cleary. You’re the boss.”

  Damn straight I am. In a nanosecond, I was on my knees and between her legs. Her pussy glistened, beckoning me to taste it, which of course I did. How could I not? It practically begged for it. When I b
lew a gentle puff of air on her, I watched the soft skin around her opening tighten in anticipation right before I lapped her juices.

  Stopping long enough to ask, “Did sucking me off turn you on?” She hooked her legs over my shoulders, and I finger fucked her while sucking on her clit.

  “It did.” Her breaths came in pants. “I almost came myself.” She shifted her hips up and down to ride my face. “Ahh, fuck, that’s so good, right there, Kyle.”

  And that’s where I stayed, stroking her sensitive flesh with my tongue, bringing her closer and closer. I could feel every tremble that coursed through her as the back of her knees lay heavily against my shoulders. I could hear her climb higher with every sound out of her mouth.

  When I felt her hands gripping my head, I replaced my fingers with my tongue and plunged deep inside of her. My thumb massaged her hardened clit until she screamed something incoherent, bucked her body forward, and came against my mouth. I loved that she didn’t warn me just as much as I loved the taste of her.

  “Fuck me, Nessa. I need you again. You’re like a hit of the right kind of ecstasy. But if we don’t get out of here now, my staff will be walking in tomorrow morning to see us looking thoroughly fucked and wearing the same clothes… and then there will be no doubt what our relationship is.”

  Based on the way she laid across my desk, limp and unresponsive, I couldn’t guarantee she heard me.

  Chapter 28

  Vanessa

  You have got to be kidding me. One frustrating thing about staying over at Kyle’s on a work night was his damn cell phone alarm sounding off at five a.m. Yes, I loved the Canadian National Anthem; it had always been my favorite when I watched the Olympics, but having it play in my head over and over was a bit much.

  I nudged Kyle with my elbow—okay, I gave him a little jab to the ribs but the man slept like a log. “Kyle.” No movement. I tried once more a bit louder this time, “Kyle!” Again, nothing. Rather than hit him harder, I crawled over his half-naked body to reach his phone on the nightstand.