CORPORATE A$$
Sandi Lynn
Corporate A$$
Copyright © 2016 Sandi Lynn Romance, LLC
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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are the products of the author’s imagination or are used factitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
Photo & Cover Design by: Sara Eirew @ Sara Eirew Photography
Models: Alex Boivin & Annie Chartrand
Editing by B.Z. Hercules
Books by Sandi Lynn
If you haven’t already done so, please check out my other books. They are filled with heartwarming love stories, some with millionaires, and some with just regular everyday people who find love when they least expect it.
Millionaires:
The Forever Series (Forever Black, Forever You, Forever Us, Being Julia, Collin, A Forever Christmas, A Forever Family)
Love, Lust & A Millionaire (Wyatt Brothers, Book 1)
Love, Lust & Liam (Wyatt Brothers, Book 2)
His Proposed Deal
Lie Next To Me (A Millionaire’s Love, Book 1)
When I Lie with You ( A Millionaire’s Love, Book 2)
A Love Called Simon
Then You Happened
The Seduction of Alex Parker
Something About Lorelei
One Night In London
The Exception
Second Chance Love:
Remembering You
She Writes Love
Love In Between (Love Series, Book 1)
The Upside of Love (Love Series, Book 2)
Sports:
Lightning
Table of Contents
Books by Sandi Lynn
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Chapter 40
Chapter 41
Chapter 42
Chapter 43
Chapter 44
Chapter 45
Chapter 46
Chapter 47
About The Author
Chapter 1
“Hey, babe. I have to cancel our dinner plans for tonight. Emergency at the office and I have to work late. I’ll make it up to you. Love you to pieces.”
I sat on the edge of my bed, staring at the text message that enraged me. Emergency at the office, my ass. Getting up from my bed, I walked over to my laptop, and after a few keystrokes, I was in. In John’s phone account where I had access to all his text messages.
“Hey, baby. We’re on for tonight. I’ll pick you up at seven. Make sure to wear something extra sexy and no panties. While we’re sitting at the blackjack table, I want to feel how wet you get when my fingers touch that beautiful pussy of yours.”
“You’re a dirty man, John, and I can’t wait. You know I always wear something extra sexy for my man.”
“I’m already getting hard just thinking about you.”
Her man? Are you fucking kidding me? I knew that bastard was cheating on me. A woman’s intuition is never wrong. Late nights at the office, multiple cancellation of dates, way too many out of town business trips, and one too many phone calls he had to excuse himself for. Picking up my phone, I dialed my best friend, Lydia.
“Hello,” she answered.
“I need you to come over. We’re going out tonight.”
“Where? I thought you had dinner plans with John.”
“He has an emergency at the office and has to work late. Or should I say, he has an emergency at the casino with some whore who called him ‘her’ man.”
“Shit, Fiona. Seriously?”
“Yes. I’ll explain when you get here. Do you still have those wigs we wore to that Halloween party two years ago?”
“Yeah. Why?”
“We’re going to need them.”
She squealed. “Sounds like fun. I’m on my way.”
Lydia Jones and I met in our freshman year at UCLA when we were paired up as roommates. The minute we met, we instantly became best friends and were always there to protect each other. It was rare that we weren’t together and everyone knew us as the “dorm twins,” meaning that we looked alike. Same height, same long blonde hair, and same petite frame. The only difference was her eyes were brown and mine were blue. We even worked for the same company. Right before graduating college, the two of us were offered positions at Steiner & Richards Marketing Firm.
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After creating the perfect smoky eye and sweeping a blush called “Obsessed” across my cheeks, I stained my lips with a color called Scarlet Red.
“So, how exactly are we going to do this?” Lydia asked.
“We’re going to go in and watch.”
“The casino is huge, Fiona. How are we going to find him?”
“He’ll be sitting at the same blackjack table he always does.” I placed the short, bob-styled, jet-black wig on my head and smiled.
After getting into my short, black, body-hugging, low cut dress, I slipped my feet into the black stiletto heels I had been dying to wear since I bought them.
“Damn. You look hot as fuck.” Lydia smiled. “I don’t even recognize you. Especially with all that makeup.”
“Thanks. You look hot too and you look good as a brunette. I just need to do one last thing before we go.” I grabbed my phone and sent John a text message.
“I miss you already, baby. Don’t work too hard. Can you come by in the morning?”
“I miss you too. Probably not, baby. God knows how late I’ll be here at the office tonight. It’s just one problem after another. Don’t worry that pretty little head of yours. I’ll make it up to you. Remember, I love you to pieces.”
“My bed will be lonely tonight without you in it.”
“I’ll be lonely tonight without you. I have to go. TTYL.”
Asshole.
“Let’s go!” I exclaimed as I grabbed the black duffle bag from the floor and my clutch.
“What’s in the bag?” Lydia asked with concern.
“You’ll see.” I smiled.
John and I had been together for a little over a year. We met right after my mother passed away and I needed a shoulder to cry on. I was vulnerable, he was there, and it seemed to work. Did I really love him? Yes. Was I in love with him? Not so sure, but I did like being with him and I wouldn’t tolerate being lied to and cheated on. If he wanted to be with someone else, all he had to do was tell me, and now, he was going to pay for his little indiscretion.
Light waves of smoke streamed through the air. The music was loud, but not loud enough to drown out the be
lls and whistles that radiated from the slot machines. Boisterous voices could be heard throughout. Some patrons were winning tons of cash, while others screamed at their losses.
“Are you sure you know which table he’s at?” Lydia asked.
“Follow me.” I led her over to the bar, where luckily, two stools were available. Taking a seat, I signaled for the bartender.
His eyes swept over me and diverted their attention straight to my cleavage as a smile crossed his lips.
“What can I get you, darling?”
“I’ll have a scotch on the rocks. Make it a double. I’m feeling lucky tonight.” I winked.
“And for you?” He smiled at Lydia.
“I’ll have a gin and tonic.” She batted her lashes over her brown eyes. “So, why are we sitting here?”
“Because he’s right over there.” I pointed to the blackjack table across from the bar where John sat next to a woman with long red hair.
As I sipped on my scotch, I studied them. The small kisses they stole and the way his hand slipped under her silvery dress. The redhead got up from her seat and headed towards the restrooms.
“I’ll be right back,” I spoke as I stood up.
“You’re not going to assault her, are you?” Lydia asked.
“No.” I smiled.
Following her into the restroom, I pretended to touch up my makeup until she came out from the stall.
“It’s pretty busy in here tonight,” I spoke.
“Yeah. It is.” She smiled as she washed her hands.
Red hair, green eyes, five foot four without her heels on, and a tiny frame. I’d admit she was pretty.
“Are you winning tonight?” I asked.
“I’m not, but my boyfriend is. He always seems to win every time we come here.”
“You come here often?”
“About twice a week. John loves to gamble.” She pulled a tube of lipstick out from her purse.
“This is my first time here. It’s a girls’ night out. My boyfriend and I just broke up.” I spoke with a fake sadness as I looked down.
“Aw, I’m sorry. How long were you together?”
“A year. How long have you been with your boyfriend?”
“Let’s see. Six months.” She smacked her lips together after applying her lipstick. “May I ask why you broke up?”
“He cheated on me.” I sniffled as I began to fake a cry.
“Aw, sweetie. I’m sorry. Men are idiots. You know what? You’re a good person. That much I can tell and he didn’t deserve you.”
“Thank you. I appreciate it.” I pretended to dab my eye with a tissue. “I’m sure your boyfriend would never do that to you.”
A small smile crossed her lips. “No. John is the sweetest, most caring, generous, and loving man I have ever met. We are so in love.”
The anger I had been controlling since I read his text message was surfacing, and any minute, it was about to be released.
“I’m happy for you. Make sure you hold on to him.”
“Oh, I definitely will. Take care, sweetie, and don’t let your ex ruin your night. You go out there and have a shitload of fun.”
“I will.” I smiled slyly.
After she left the bathroom, I waited behind for a few moments until it was clear. Six months? We’d only been dating six months before he started a relationship with her. That little motherfucker. The clicking of my heels echoed as I walked to the door. Making my way back to the bar, I noticed a man sitting in my seat. Lydia shrugged as she saw me coming.
“Excuse me. I was sitting here.”
The man turned around and I swallowed hard. Short brown hair that sported a touch of gold highlights, perfectly straight nose, captivating dark brown eyes that held you in a trance when you looked into them, perfectly shaped lips, high cheekbones, and a light mustache that fit perfectly with the right amount of stubble across his jawline.
The corners of his mouth curved up into a smile as his eyes stared into mine.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t know anyone was sitting here. Let me buy you a drink to apologize.”
Shit. The word “no” wouldn’t escape my mouth. I couldn’t let anyone or anything distract me from my mission tonight.
“Thank you, but no,” I finally managed to speak.
“No?” His brow arched.
Something told me this man wasn’t used to hearing the word.
“All I need you to do is kindly remove yourself from my seat.”
“I will after you tell me what you’re drinking tonight.” He smirked.
I studied him for a moment. Probably longer than I should have. But it couldn’t be helped. My eyes had never seen such sexiness before, and for a brief moment, they were happy.
“I’m curious. Has a woman ever said no to you before?” I asked.
“No. They haven’t. That word doesn’t exist around me.”
Oh boy. Can you say full of himself, total douchebag?
“Then let me be your first. The answer is no. I’m not telling you what I’m drinking and you’re not buying me a drink. But thank you for the offer.” I smiled politely.
His gorgeous eyes narrowed at me as he cocked his head.
“Then I’m not getting up.”
Okay. Now he was really pissing me off, drop dead sexy or not. I glanced over at John and the redhead sitting at the Blackjack table. His hand was all the way up her dress as he leaned over and brushed his mouth against hers.
“That’s fine. We’re leaving anyway.” I grabbed hold of Lydia’s hand and pulled her behind me.
Chapter 2
Fiona
“Holy shit, Fiona. What the hell just happened back there? Did you see the way he looked at you? It looked like he was eye raping you and wanted to devour you.”
“Fuck him.”
“I sure would and I would have let him buy me a drink.”
“We aren’t here to pick up guys, Lydia. Or have you forgotten?”
“Oh yeah. How did it go in the bathroom? I was getting worried.”
“Apparently, they’ve been dating for the last six months.” My feet hit the pavement as the warm air blew across my face.
“What? You’ve only been dating for a year.”
“No shit.”
“So now what?” she asked as she ran to keep up with me.
“To your car.”
We climbed into her Ford Escape. She gripped the steering wheel as she stared at me while I took the black bag from the back seat.
“His car is in this parking garage somewhere.” I casually smiled.
“Oh shit, Fiona. What are you going to do?”
“You’ll see. Just drive. There it is.” I pointed.
Second level. His brand new Audi R8 V10. Owned for approximately two weeks. He had it parked sideways, taking up two spaces so no one could park next to him. It was his baby and every time he got out of it, he would wipe it down with a cloth.
“Just keep driving,” I spoke as I looked up at the security camera in the corner.
“To where?”
“There’s a car pulling out over there.” I pointed. “Pull in and then I’m going to need you to do me a favor. I need you to go back inside the casino and go to security. Distract them. Tell them that your car was parked on the first level and when you went to leave the casino you noticed it was gone. Act like a neurotic and desperate woman and get them down to the first level to check it out. I’ll text you when I’m ready to be picked up.”
“Then what do I say?”
“Just tell them that you made a mistake and you actually parked on the third level. Act like the blonde you are, my friend.” I smirked.
“This better work.”
“It will. Trust me. I need you to text me when you get the guard away from the monitor.”
Holding my phone in my hand, I patiently waited for Lydia’s text. This was the last thing I needed in my life. How could he carry on two relationships? I would have noticed something was up sooner if I was
n’t knee deep in trying to get that promotion at work. After about ten minutes, a text from Lydia came through.
“He’s with me and away from the monitor. He’s really hot, by the way.”
Rolling my eyes, I grabbed the can of black spray paint, walked up to the camera with my head down, and sprayed the lens black. Walking back over to Lydia’s car, I grabbed my bag and set it down next to John’s car. Taking out the wooden baseball bat, I began to smash each headlight. But I wouldn’t stop there.
“This is for twelve months of nothing.” I smashed the driver’s side window. “And for all the ‘I love yous’ that you didn’t mean.” I smashed out the back window. Reaching down into the bag, I pulled out a large jackknife and slashed all four tires. As I dragged the knife along the doors of his sport red Audi R8, I noticed a black limo slowly pulling up. That was my cue to go. After slashing his leather seat, I placed the bat and the knife back into the bag and picked it up. Placing my hand on my head, I pulled off my wig, and as I turned to throw it in the trash can, my eyes locked with Dreamy Eyes from the bar. The corners of his mouth curved upwards as he stared at me and I threw the bag over my shoulder and casually walked away.
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Nathan
What the fuck was she doing? I couldn’t believe my eyes as we drove on the second level of the parking garage and I saw that gorgeous woman from the bar beating the hell out of someone’s car. It was quite a turn on, actually. Brunettes weren’t my thing, but her. She was different. The moment I turned around and saw those baby blue eyes staring at me, I instantly became intrigued. And that body. Fuck. Toned, slender, long legs that I wanted wrapped around my waist and beautiful perky tits that were pushed up by the tight-fitting dress she wore. Plump red lips that would satisfy me while they were wrapped around my hard cock. I’d say she stood about five foot seven without the stilettos she was wearing with an incredible hourglass figure. She definitely had piqued my interest. An interest that I wanted to invest in until she told me no and walked away. Then, the parking garage. I gasped and sat in shock as she tore the wig from her head and strands of long blonde hair came falling down. My cock immediately rose when she turned and those beautiful blue eyes stared straight at me. I needed to know who she was and why she destroyed that car.