Boss's Orders (Curvy Girls Club Book 2)

by Alexa Blue

  "What if I were to tell you that we can turn around your company and boost your reputation in as short as three months? Take a dramatic pause."

  I pull my eyebrows together and turn to Brody, my voice reducing to a whisper. “Seriously? You actually wrote ‘take dramatic pause?’”

  Confusion fills the room.

  I place the notes beside him and take a step back. After taking in a deep breath, I turn back to the execs.

  "Okay, let's get real. I'm not going to do the whole 'please give us a chance' speech. It's safe to say those days are gone. Fact: Milestone Productions is in an awful space right now. Once Canada's largest movie production house, now you guys are running at a loss." I hand each board member a printed copy of some of the harshest statements made by the media. "I'm sure there's no need for this, and that most of you in this room would recognize these articles. I'm not here to debate whether any of this is true, that's not my job. My job is to turn this company's reputation around, and by now I'm sure you will all agree with me when I say that fixing this company's reputation is no longer a luxury. No, it has become a necessity."

  Everyone's attention perks and I can tell they are listening intently to my every word. I have them all right where I want them.

  At this moment, nothing matters more than getting this client on board. At this moment, I know I love my fucking job more than anything in this world.

  Brody

  God, listening to Charlotte speak with such elegance and confidence drives a raging throb down to my cock underneath this table.

  No matter how hard I try, I cannot get Charlotte out of my mind. I’ve touched myself every night this week to the filthy thoughts of Charlotte that run through my mind.

  I adjust my shaft and bring my attention back on the presentation. Shit, she’s killing it. I have tried bagging Milestone Productions for the last two years, but it looks like Charlotte finally has them hooked. The room is dead silent, apart from the sound of Charlotte’s sweet voice. Martin Steward, the new CEO listens intently to her every word.

  I’m not mad at the fact that she’s winning this client over, a client I’ve struggled with for two years. If anything, I’m so fucking proud of her. I’ve been in this role for the last eight years, but I have never seen someone as natural as Charlotte. She was made for this role; she’s certainly much better at it than I am.

  “And that’s why I believe Reputation will be the best company to make Milestone Productions great again,” Charlotte ends. She takes a bow. “Thank you.”

  Everyone, including me, stands to our feet, clapping furiously at perhaps the best presentation I have ever heard.

  Martin silences the board members by patting his hands in the air. Everyone takes a seat, except for Martin and Charlotte and he stares intensely at her for a few moments. Fuck, I wish I could save Charlotte right now. Judging from the beads of sweat forming at her headline, she is nervous as hell, anxious for his feedback.

  Finally, he speaks. “Where do we sign?”

  “Eeeeeek!” Charlotte squeals and flings her arms around me. I fall back, holding her and she lands on my lap—right where she belongs. I wonder if she feels the wetness of my precum seeping out of my pants.

  Charlotte stands to her feet. “Sorry, bit clumsy. Thank you, Mr. Steward, you will not regret this.”

  We walk out of the Studio building, and Charlotte can barely contain her excitement. "Holy fuck, holy fuck," Charlotte screeches, "I'm still shaking. I cannot believe they accepted my proposal. Andrew will be so impressed with us."

  I turn around and press Charlotte against the wall. She gasps and gazes intensely into my eyes, her lips parted. She lets out heavy sighs as I press my body against hers. I know we're outside the client's building, but hell I have waited for this moment since she stepped into my office building. Fuck that. I’ve waited for this moment since I first tasted her sweet lips at my brother’s wedding.

  “You will do no such thing,” I say to her, a deep growl in my voice.

  She swallows hard. The beads of sweat reappear on her forehead. “Do what?”

  “Tell Andrew I had any role to play in getting this client.” I thrust my body into hers. “This is all you, got it?”

  She takes a moment to gather her breath. “Yes, sir.”

  I lock her in with my hands pressing against the wall, and I press my body harder into her. I know I should back off, but I can’t help the rush of helplessness. Charlotte’s hands reaching up to my neck tell me she wants this just as much as I do. Her hands pull down on my neck, and before I know it, my lips smack against hers. She opens her lips, welcoming my tongue inside her. I get that familiar taste, a taste I have craved for four months now. I lift her by her legs to meet my height. Charlotte lets out a soft whine as she exhales in my mouth.

  Her soft lips rub against mine as she runs her hands through my hair. Her arms wrap around me; the intensity of our kiss has her clinging to me.

  Kissing Charlotte is unlike anything I’ve ever felt. She fills me with sensations I never knew I was capable of feeling.

  I pull my lips from hers and carefully lower her to her feet. Her knees are weak and shaky, and I hold her up to help with her balance.

  She gives me a coy smile and flicks her golden hair seductively as she walks off. She leaves me standing by myself with a hard-on as she sways her thick thighs towards my car. She knows she has me fucking whipped and I can tell she will make me work if I want a chance of getting any closer to her.

  Today we did not just bag our largest client. I also bagged the most beautiful woman I've had the pleasure of knowing… and I'm just getting started.

  Chapter Five

  Charlotte

  Today's payday and I could not be more fucking excited to be standing at an ATM, withdrawing my first paycheck. Perhaps now I can buy my mom a whole new set of Tupperware containers so she can get off my back.

  It's been a week since I secured Milestone Productions as a client. Everyone treats me like royalty in the office, but I suspect that's because we were all promised a bonus. Well, everyone, except Gabriella—the idea of an added bonus to her salary at the end of next month doesn't seem to excite her as much as it does the rest of us.

  “Charlotte, my golden girl,” Andrew says, wrapping his arm around me. I know he means well, but I fucking hate it when he touches me. The only person I don’t mind being touched by is Brody. Judging from the dirty looks Brody gives Andrew, I can tell he’s not particularly fond of Andrew touching me either.

  "Good morning, sir," I say, trying to shrug free from his hold.

  “I’ve got a surprise for you tonight.”

  Dear God, this is not happening. “Um, okay?” I chuckle awkwardly.

  “Yeah, we’re arranging a little party this evening in light of your success with Milestone.” Andrew steps in front of me. “What that means, Charlotte, is that I need you to turn back and go shopping for tonight’s function, okay?”

  I scratch uncomfortably on the side of my head.

  “Go, now, before I change my mind.” He leans down and whispers in my ear. “By the time you get home, you will notice an extra payment in your account. Use that to get yourself something nice for tonight.”

  I take a step back. “Sir, there’s no way I can accept that.”

  “Of course, you can. I’m the boss here. As the boss, I’m telling you to go, have the day off and we’ll see you later.”

  The moment I step outside of our building, my phone beeps inside my pocket.

  Holy shit! $2000 in my account. My shaky hand struggles to hold up my phone. This money is more than I have seen in my life. With this kind of money, I doubt Andrew had any plans of me getting my outfit from H&M.

  I dial Sarah’s number. “Hey babe, please tell me you’re free today?”

  “Charlotte, oh my God, how are you? I’m not, hon, I’ve got an appointment with the doctor to reveal the baby’s sex. Tonight, perhaps?”

  “Shit. Okay, let me see if I can get
hold of Emily.”

  I try dialing Emily’s number, but she doesn’t answer.

  That leaves me with one option, Victoria. Of all the girls in the group, I have never felt close to Victoria. I suppose that was because she lived this perfect life, and had more money than the three of us combined.

  “I thought you’d never ask,” Victoria says. “I’ll be at your place in the next half hour.”

  Victoria is the queen of fashion. She’s also the queen of speaking her mind, which is one of the reasons I was afraid of phoning her. She is not afraid to speak her mind, and that sometimes means she can embarrass the hell out of the rest of us.

  Victoria grows impatient as two of the sales assistants walk straight past us as if we are invisible. Finally, she grabs one of the sales assistant’s attention with a nametag, ‘Justin.’

  “Excuse me? Can we get some god-damned service, please?” Victoria says to the sales consultant, struggling to hide her irritation. Victoria pulls me into her. "My friend here has a function tonight, and she needs to look fucking fabulous. I need you to make that happen,” she tells the consultant.

  Justin rolls his eyes down my body. Fuck it feels so uncomfortable having someone scrutinize my body the way he is right now.

  “I’m not sure I can help,” he says with an irritated tone, giving me an unsavory glare. “Perhaps you could try the shop across the road? They cater to… I mean, you know, they should have something better to suit your body shape.”

  “Excus—” I begin, but Victoria cuts me off and steps in front of the shop assistant.

  “Perhaps the subtlety of my words was lost on you, so let me make this clear. Your job is to help my friend look fucking amazing, not judge her body. I will gladly step in and do that myself, but then I wonder what value you would be adding? I'm sure your manager would love to hear all about your fabulous customer service.”

  Justin jerks his head back and swallows hard. “Let me see what I can find.”

  “How’s Brody?” Victoria asks as we sip on champagne she ordered for us. Shit, I was hoping she wouldn’t ask about him.

  “He’s fine… Okay, he’s more than fine.”

  “Damn straight he is.”

  “Vicky, I think I’m falling hard for him. God, he makes me feel like a queen.”

  My confession perks her interest. “Girl, I need details. Have you fucked him yet?”

  "Crude much? No, I haven't fucked him, but I've kissed him every day this week. I want him to work before I give it up to him. For what's it worth, I felt his cock whenever he presses up against me—yet another reason why it’s probably best to wait. He's huge. I don’t think I’m ready for that.”

  “Okay, Mother Mary. Anyway, I’m glad to see you looking so happy. You deserve it.”

  “Thanks, Vicky. Anything interesting happening in your love life?”

  "I have a one-night stand with this sixty-year-old guy tonight if that counts?"

  I look around to see if anyone else is listening in on this conversation. “Are you freaking serious? Vicky, what the hell possesses you to get freaky with a sixty-year-old?”

  “Don’t judge it until you try it. I always say you can’t judge something until you’ve tried it at least once.”

  I shake my head, laughing at my crazy friend when her eyes grow wide. “Oh, my God. That is fucking perfect.”

  Justin pulls out a black dress, with a revealing slit and stunning Swarovski crystals beaded on the front. It’s fancier than my prom dress.

  I hold up the dress, convinced it would never fit me, but Victoria forces me to try it on anyway.

  I step out of the dressing room wearing the sexy, black number. My breasts look fucking amazing in this dress, even if I must say so myself.

  Victoria pulls her hands to her mouth and dramatically wipes her fingers against her eyes. “You look fucking beautiful, my friend!”

  Brody

  I got crapped out for being late again this morning. It’s not that I intentionally work on coming late to work every morning, but my dog rescues don’t always work out as planned. Sometimes, it takes longer to get the dogs to warm up to us. Besides, if I were to choose between coming and sitting behind a desk, licking my boss’s ass or saving a dog’s life, I would always choose the latter.

  Charlotte and I have grown very close. Just yesterday, I felt the wetness between her thighs as I rubbed up against her and kissed her in the basement. She’s making me wait before giving it up to me, but I’m sure that wait will be oh-so-fucking worth it.

  I have contemplated quitting my job for quite some time now. I want nothing more than to tell Andrew to go fuck himself and to shove his job. But, I have no idea if Charlotte would feel the same way about me without the senior title and the money that comes with it.

  My office feels empty without Charlotte here today. She went shopping for an outfit for tonight's function organized by Andrew. Samantha, his personal assistant, has been running around like crazy to get this event organized last minute.

  Most people don’t question it, but Andrew has this odd habit of spontaneously throwing around money. Don’t get me wrong, I think he’s a pretty generous guy, but it almost seems a little too convenient, which is what got me investigating him from this morning. I wait for him to leave his office for lunch when I tell Samantha I need to access something urgently from his laptop.

  I remember his password from the many times he has asked me to do his work for him.

  I scroll through his folders and browse through his mail. After twenty minutes of searching, my eyes grow large.

  Under a folder titled, PE Payments, there’s a large number of payments made to his personal bank account. I recall that account number because when I first started at Reputation, he often had me running personal errands for him. Why the fuck does he have staff making payments into his personal acc—

  Shit.

  I lift my head and see Andrew making his way back to his office.

  “What are you doing here?” Andrew asks as he swings his door open, his eyes weary.

  “I… er… I just needed to have a word with Samantha about tonight’s function.”

  His face relaxes. “Let’s hope you’re not late for that as well.”

  Thankfully, Samantha was too busy organizing shit to hear me using her as a scapegoat. I fake a smile and walk on. I don’t have proof yet, but I know the man is up to some dodgy shit.

  I step into my office, shut the door, and dial Charlotte's cell. "Hey, beautiful."

  “Hi… handsome,” she says with a slight hesitation in her voice.

  “You ready for tonight?”

  “Well, I have an outfit picked, if that’s what you’re asking?”

  "Great. I'm picking you up from your place tonight. You can get dressed at my place, and we’ll leave from there.”

  “Is that an order?” She teases.

  “No, beautiful. That’s a request.”

  Chapter Six

  Charlotte

  Fuck, I have no idea how Victoria pulls off these tiny dresses. But, my curves look fabulous in this little number. My tits look fantastic, and with a high slit that reaches up to my thighs, I get to show off my legs as well.

  "Okay, boss," I mutter to myself, "I have arrived." I press on the doorbell to Brody's apartment. Moments later, the door swings open and I'm greeted by Brody, barefoot and wearing only a paid of shorts.

  I stop short and almost tumble forward when my eyes land on his bare, broad chest.

  The cute gap between his front teeth greets me as he smiles, and it feels like day-one all over again.

  Brody is a big man, built like a God. Perhaps that’s why he makes all the shirts he wears look so goddamn good! I’ve noticed the tattoos on his chest through his white shirts, which tells me Brody’s a bit of a bad boy. Which girl doesn’t like a bit of danger? Now, I get to see that tribal tattoo in the flesh.

  “I… Err… Wow!” Brody says, running his eyes down my body, his lips parted.


  I pretend as if his dropped jaw doesn’t affect me, but fuck, it feels good.

  “Not too bad yourself,” I say and allow myself into his apartment. He turns, and I see a large dog tattooed on his back. It looks like a Pitbull. I giggle playfully at his ink. The tattoos men have always amuse me, and I wonder if the Pitbull on his back is his way of proving his masculinity?

  Two little Yorkies run up, circling my feet. The sight of these tiny dogs living with such a big guy has me cackling with laughter. It's cute. I can tell the man loves his dogs. They have a play area that takes up half his lounge.

  “Charlotte, meet Jack and Daniel,” he tells me, pointing at the excited Yorkies.

  Jack, Daniel… really?

  I never saw my sexy boss as an animal lover, but seeing how close he is with Jack and Daniel just shot him up ten notches in my books.

  I follow Brody through to the kitchen. He tells me to help myself to whatever I want. I pour myself a glass of orange juice and go out to find Brody. I hear shuffling in the room and head in that direction.

  “Oh, fuck.” I gasp, standing frozen at the entrance of his bedroom. I should turn back and pretend as though I haven’t seen anything, but instead, I’m frozen in place. My eyes glued on his package.

  Brody stands there in all his naked glory. His body is ripped to perfection, with a few scars here and there. His dangling cock hangs low, thick, and delicious. I know I should turn back, run, and pretend as though I have not seen him completely naked, but I can't. I can't lift my eyes off the image of perfection in front of me, not even for a moment.

  Brody steps into his underwear and lifts his head to look up at me. He freezes at the sight of me, pausing with his underwear up to his knees as our eyes connect. Slowly, he lifts his Calvin Klein briefs and a coy grin forms on his lips, deepening his delicious dimples. Why do I have this sudden craving to wrap my lips around his cock, to taste every inch of that thick, juicy prick?