Sold on the Beach_A Reverse Harem Romance

by Sierra Sparks

  Wendy’s eyes lit up and she bounced lightly on her toes.

  “No.”

  Mr. Gallock’s face dropped, and I chuckled.

  “Let’s work together,” I said, grabbing his hand and giving it a good shake.

  “Impressive handshake, Mr. Reign. It shows me that we’re off to a good start. I’m glad you’re about to enter into holy matrimony. I’ll send you more details about what I want to do in the next coming week. But for now? Enjoy the rest of the day,” Gallock said, spinning around on his heels and striding for the door.

  “Wait,” I called out.

  Mr. Gallock stopped and looked over his shoulder.

  “Mr. Gallock, you’re invited to the wedding.”

  “Wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

  He bounced out of the office and Wendy hopped over to me.

  “Getting married to you is better than just going out to the Prom, you know.” She slid onto my desk and wrapped her legs around my torso.

  My cock stood at attention to her pressure.

  “Is it?” I pulled her towards me more. “Good.”

  My hands roamed her perfectly sculpted body then down her legs and back up her thighs where I lifted her dress and saw the lacy red thong with rhinestones she was wearing.

  “Wendy?” I growled.

  “What? Don’t like the thong?”

  “Oh, I like it very much.” I pulled at the side of it, letting it snap back to her hips. “I just have something to tell you.”

  “What?”

  “That ex of yours won’t be too much of a problem anymore.”

  Her face got serious and she scooted back a little so she could sit upwards. “You didn’t—did you send someone after—”

  I placed a finger over her supple lips and hushed.

  “No, nothing like that.” Not that I wouldn’t have, if he had tried to harm Wendy again. “I’m Sam Reign. I have contacts, and some of those contacts are detective ones.”

  “So, he’s caught?”

  “Yes.”

  She let out a sigh of relief and crashed her hips against mine again.

  “Free at last!” she sighed.

  “Yeah, apparently he had a mental breakdown and told the police that you were the love of his life, but you wouldn’t give it up to him.”

  “That’s true,” she said. “I had been saving it for you and I thought I could lose my virginity to him but I just wasn’t that into him. When I told him that, he said he’d never be able to get over me. I guess that’s when he turned into a true loon.”

  “Yeah, he said his next girlfriend wouldn’t give it up to him, either. But I guess she met a worse fate.”

  She bowed her head, and I think we were both thinking the same thing. We were sad about the fact that she didn’t make it out, while also being glad that I had.

  “I love you, Sam.”

  “I love you too.”

  I brought her in for a kiss and savored her subtle sweet taste that rolled against my lips.

  “I bet Eliza’s going to flip when she hears about what happened!” Wendy laughed.

  “Believe me, she’s seen it all. She’ll just be glad that she made a real match.”

  “I never thought I’d get fake married to my real first love,” she said.

  I kissed her passionately, and then said, “You’re not. You’re getting real married to your real first love.”

  THE END!

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  Take Me, Boss: A Bad Boy Office Romance

  Copyright © 2017 by Juliana Conners; All Rights Reserved

  Chapter 1 – Erin

  Today is my first day. Of my first job. Ever. Oh, boy…

  Due to an overabundance of nerves, I wake up an hour ahead of schedule. I can’t get back to sleep, so I take my morning run earlier than usual. I suppose I should call it jogging more than running. Or perhaps it’s more like plodding.

  Whatever it is, I enjoy getting out and doing it. It clears my head and helps me not feel so damn fat. People say you can be big and healthy, but I always aim to prove it.

  While running, I begin to think about how I’ll do on my first day. I know I’m more than capable. I’m not an idiot– I mean, I haven’t done anything too idiotic so far, but the more I think about it, the more I worry.

  My parents never wanted me to have a job. At least not one other than what I used to do for our church (and that was more volunteer work, although now and then I was paid something for it).

  But now that I’ve graduated high school and haven’t had anything to keep me busy for the past six months, they’ve realized I need to start doing some things on my own if they want me to succeed. And I told them I can’t keep working for free.

  They never wanted me to have a boyfriend, either. I’ve never even had sex, sadly. It’s not that I haven’t wanted to— I’ve just never had the opportunity.

  I start to feel turned on when thinking about sex. Darn it. This always happens.

  I stop and take a minute to rest, reminding myself not to have lustful thoughts, since they’re a sin. When I check my watch, I realize it’s time to head home and shower. I was so distracted I almost stayed on the road too long.

  I head home and then jump into the shower. Once I’m naked with warm water running over me, I can’t help but let my thoughts return to the fact that I’ve never had sex before. Lately, it’s all I’ve been able to think about.

  I’m afraid my lustful thoughts might take over my brain on my first day of work. So, I decide to do something about them, to get them out of my system before then. Lustful thoughts might be a sin, but if I don’t do something about them I’ll be sinning all day at work.

  I reach down and feel the wetness between the lips of my pussy, which seems to be begging to be taken by someone, anyone. But my parents and pastor say no sex before marriage. And, even if the opportunity presented itself, I doubt I would find that the guy would be good enough to give my virginity to.

  As much as I wish I could have sex, it seems like a sacred experience I don’t want to have with just anyone. So instead, I just imagine it.

  I begin to rub my clit, thinking about various movie stars, all of whom happen to be older than me. I can’t seem to help but think older guys are sexy, and I don’t even know why. Probably because it means they’d be experienced, and for all my lack of experience, I could really use an experienced guy.

  I feel my own juices run out of my pussy and into my hand as I continue rubbing my clit. The motion gives me pleasure, and I moan slightly as I think about an actual cock going inside me. I bet it would feel so good.

  Soon I’m feeling a rush of pleasure all over me, and I’m coming, thinking about a mysterious older man who could pick me up and swing me over his shoulder and throw me down on a bed. That would be no easy feat, since I’m overweight. But I want a strong man who could do just that, and then fuck me even better than I can play with myself.

  When I’m done coming, I pause for a second to catch my breath. My head is spinning and my spine is tingling from the sensation still. But I have to hurry up and get out and get ready, both because I don’t want to be late for my first time of work, and also because I don’t want my mom to get suspicious. She’s told me it’s a “super sin” to pleasure myself, but I really don’t see how it harms anyone.

  I grab a banana from the kitchen counter, which my mom keeps nice and tidy, and run out the door.

  “Bye, Mom!” I shout, on my way out.

  “Bye, Erin. Have a good day.”

  That’s nice of her to say, since she never wanted me to get this job in the first place. I smile as I dash ou
t the door. My mom might be overly strict and religious, but at least she wants the best for me. I try to remember that when I feel she smothers me. Some people have it way worse.

  Once I’m in my car, I silently send signals to the other vehicles on the road to drive faster so I’m not late. My little fantasy session sure cut into my available time to get to work. Oops. And the sad thing is that I’ll probably still be horny at work, because that’s all I seem to be all the time now, despite trying to take care of it.

  I tap the steering wheel impatiently as I have to wait at a red light. But soon I see the large building where the law firm I’m going to work is in, up ahead, in the near distance.

  Thank goodness I drove the route to work the other day, so I don’t get lost. My dad, who has worked for the government for twenty years and is a calm and collected type of guy, gave me that tip as a way to make sure nothing goes wrong on my first day. He wants the best for me too, even though in many ways he’s just as strict as my mom, and was just as disapproving at first of me getting a job in the real world.

  As I pull into the large parking garage, I look at the clock in my car and realize I’ve made it just in time.

  Whew.

  I hope my first day of work goes off half as well as my shower session did.

  Chapter 2 – Erin

  The building that the law firm of Marks, Sanchez, Reed and Mack is in is quite fancy. I take the elevator all the way up to the sixteenth floor. As soon as I step out into the lobby of the office, I see a receptionist desk with my name on it. Erin Richardson. This place is on the ball.

  I walk behind the desk and see that there’s a raised stool with a monitor in front of it. I also notice that another receptionist— a guy— is already at a different receptionist’s desk a bit off to the side, hard at work. He’s on the phone, and is mumbling, “Yes, Sir, I can do that.” Obviously, he can’t introduce himself to me just yet, although he gives me a friendly nod before looking back down at notes he’s taking in front of him.

  I stab at the button on the computer in front of me, to turn it on. It’s password protected and I have no idea what it is. How am I to know what I’m supposed to be doing? It’s my very first day. Was there a memo? Did I miss it? But how would I have missed it when I don’t know where they would send it to? I don’t even have an email address at this firm yet.

  Just in the nick of time, before I have a complete internal meltdown, the guy at the desk next to me hangs up the phone and then walks over to me, with his hand outstretched.

  “You must be Erin,” he says, a large smile spreading across his entire face. He’s a hot one, that’s for sure—but I’m pretty sure he’s gay. “I’m Claude. And it was so terribly rude of me to not introduce myself when you first came in. Unfortunately, I was otherwise indisposed.”

  “It’s nice to meet you, Claude.”

  I shake his hand while he nods his head in the direction of lawyers’ offices down the hallway behind the reception area.

  “I was wrapped up trying to do some things for Garrett Mack,” he says. “He’s one demanding mofo.”

  I laugh, my hand covering my mouth. I’m always embarrassed by my crooked teeth, as well as my rather large frame. It’s why I run every single morning, but, due to having PCOS, it is really hard for me to lose weight.

  “They won’t tell you this, but the whole reason you’re here is because the other partners merged with Garrett as a new partner, and he’s so demanding he insisted on having a new receptionist to help out. Apparently he didn’t think I was up to the job.”

  He sniffs, tilting his nose into the air, and I laugh again.

  “I’m sure you do a great job,” I tell him. “They probably just need more help now that there’s a new named partner.”

  “Girl,” he says, shaking his head and wagging his finger, confirming my suspicions that he’s gay. “That’s what they say. But I’ve been here for years and you’d think they’d trust me to be able to answer the phones for one more lawyer.”

  I gulp, hoping that he doesn’t hate me because I’ve been hired to essentially help him out. I run my hand along the back of my neck, where hives often break out when I’m anxious. I can already feel some prickly bumps.

  But now it’s Claude’s turn to laugh.

  “I’m happy to have my work divided up,” he says. “I was killing myself trying to take care of a bunch of drama-prone lawyers up in here.”

  We both laugh and then he says, “Have a seat. I’ll show you how to boot up this fancy contraption known as Reception Area Computer Number 2.”

  Then he sees my screen and says, “Well, I see you’ve already figured out how to turn it on. Quick study.”

  I chuckle and say, “Yeah but that’s as far as I got, since I have no idea what the password would be.”

  “Take a wild guess,” he says, rolling his eyes and nodding his head as if to tell me it’s way too easy.

  “Is it ‘lawfirm’?” I give it a shot in the dark.

  “Nope,” he says, laughing heartily now. “Something even easier.”

  “Don’t tell me it’s ‘password,’” I tell him.

  “Bingo,” he says. “Can you believe it? I keep telling these idiots they’re going to get hacked, but no one wants to listen to their favorite gay receptionist.”

  As soon as I’m into the computer, I can see a startling array of programs and files that I have no idea how to use.

  “Don’t worry,” Claude says reassuringly. “Mostly you just have to answer the phone and take messages. Some of these lawyers with big heads might ask you to type up dictation or send discovery, but you are free to tell them it’s beyond your job description and that they should ask their legal assistant. In which case, they’ll probably just come bother me next, since if their legal assistant weren’t too busy to do it, they never would have been slumming their way to asking a lowly receptionist.”

  I can’t help but laugh again. Usually I’m standoffish when I meet people because I feel shy and different. I’m half black, with unruly hair unusual for Albuquerque. There’s a big Hispanic population here but people like me are outnumbered. I feel I fit right in with Claude, though, and I bet he considers himself to be a social outcast, just like me.

  I have a feeling I’m going to like working here. Suddenly, a larger woman walks up from God knows where and asks, “Erin Richardson?” while looking down at a sheet of paper.

  “Present,” I say automatically, and then Claude and I burst out laughing.

  What do I think this is? The first day of the first grade, with roll call being taken?

  She nods at me and her eyes smile warmly. I guess she isn’t as school marmish as she’d first seemed, but I hang back, unsure of who she is or what she’s about to tell me.

  “I’m Monique, the firm’s office manager,” she explains. “If you come with me to Conference Room A, I’ll go through some HR things and some training procedures with you.”

  “Okay,” I agree, stepping out from behind the receptionist’s desk to follow her. “Talk to you later, Claude.”

  “Have fun,” he says, a bit sarcastically.

  As we head down the hall, someone passes us. He’s tall, and dark and mysterious, much like the mystery man I fantasize about—a mismatched conglomerate of actors and hot guys I’ve seen over the years. How could such a perfect person actually exist in real life?

  I can’t help but notice that he’s looking at me much the same way I’m looking at him. His eyes seem to travel over my entire body. A shiver runs down my spine as I think about the things I wish he could do to me.

  Must focus on the task at hand, I think, as I continue to follow Monique. The handsome man in the fancy suit nods at me as he ducks into an office, and I’m disappointed I have to stop looking at him. Hopefully I’ll see him again, though, and then I’ll really like working here, since it will give my fantasy life an extra special boost.

  Chapter 3 – Erin

  Once I’m in the conference room that
Monique led me into, I feel relief that I’ll be instructed on what to do. At least I’ll be told what’s expected of me now, and I won’t feel like a little lost sheep.

  “These are some other recent entry level hires,” Monique says, her hand outstretched at a small cast of characters who are already sitting around the conference room table. I guess I was the last one she came to get. “Garrett requested quite a few.”

  Her tone carries the same snide condemnation that Claude’s had when he spoke of Garrett. Obviously not too many people here are fond of the newest attorney.

  But I obviously think it’s a good thing, not only because it is the way I ended up getting a job but also because it means the firm is growing. I’m sure that change is just hard for people. I know that sentiment all too well.

  Monique clears her throat before continuing.

  “I thought it would be easiest to go over some basic procedures with all of you, and later we can talk more in depth about the particulars of each job role.”

  I nod at her and then at the others, as I take a seat at the table. I can’t help but notice that all the new employees are men, minus myself. That’s a little weird. Would that make me the token woman?

  I’m pretty sure that the other jobs are basically for legal assistants, floaters who take turns filling in as substitutes where needed, as well as “runners” who file court pleadings or deliver subpoenas and such. It seems as if there would be more women among us. But I push the thought out of my mind, because what can I do about it?

  Monique goes over the firm’s filing system and basic menial tasks such as typing and answering phones. It really doesn’t sound like there’s much to the job, which is fine by me. She says that if we work hard, there are opportunities to be given more substantial work and to receive promotions and advancement.

  I’m beginning to feel quite over qualified for the job, but I also don’t have a great desire to work one on one with some “drama prone attorney,” as Claude called them, as a legal assistant. So, I’m hoping to keep a low profile until I figure out the lay of the land.