Curves For Her Older Boss( A Man Who Knows What He Wants 150)

  Contents

  Curves For Her Older Boss

  NEWSLETTER

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Epilogue

  NEWSLETTER

  A MAN WHO KNOWS WHAT HE WANTS

  BRATVA BEAR SHIFTERS

  LAIRDS & LADIES

  RUSSIAN UNDERWORLD

  IRISH WOLF SHIFTERS

  Curves For Her Older Boss

  AN OLDER MAN YOUNGER WOMAN ROMANCE

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  A MAN WHO KNOWS WHAT HE WANTS, 150

  FLORA FERRARI

  Copyright © 2020 by Flora Ferrari

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  This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or locales is entirely coincidental.

  The following story contains mature themes, strong language and sexual situations. It is intended for mature readers.

  Curves For Her Older Boss

  Amee

  Brad Sherman is the hottest guy I’ve ever seen. Every time I see him, I have palpitations, but there’s only one thing wrong with that – he’s my boss.

  Not that he’s ever going to look at me anyway…a quiet, shy girl from accounts, but when he asks me to take a trip with him to see our new office in Chicago, things start to heat up.

  Is it just my imagination, or does he keep staring at me? I’m a curvy girl, and I’m sure I’ve seen him looking at my figure when he thinks I’m not watching. If this trip away plays out like my dreams, I’ll be a happy girl...but who the hell am I kidding? And what if he does come on to me. I’d probably run a mile?

  Let’s face it, I’m a twenty-three-year-old virgin, and that’s how I’m probably going to stay.

  Still. I can dream, can’t I?

  Brad

  From the first time I saw Amee, I knew she would be mine. Beautiful, smart and with curves in all the right places.

  The trouble is, I’m her boss, and she’s a quiet girl. I hardly get the chance to speak to her, and when I do, she just seems to nod or smile. I know there’s much more behind those blue eyes and that blonde hair, and the thing is… I have to have her, make her mine, or I’ll go crazy. Heck, I already am crazy...for her.

  I decide to take her with me to the new office in Chicago...pretend I need her advice on something when really, all I want to do is get to know her better both mentally and physically. I dream about those soft curves of hers, and I’ll do anything it takes to claim them, and her...forever.

  *Curves For Her Older Boss is a SHORT insta-everything standalone instalove romance with an HEA, no cheating, and no cliffhanger.

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  Chapter One

  Amee

  Let’s face it. A day at the office would be dull without Brad to distract me. As soon as he walks into the office break room, I feel the temperature rise about twenty degrees, or is that just my own internal furnace that’s working overtime. God, he’s so hot. Such a perfect specimen that I feel the perspiration start to trickle down the deep valley between my breasts. For a moment, I almost forget where I am, my cup of coffee half raised to my lips in suspended animation as I gap open mouthed like a goldfish.

  “Amee, is something wrong?”

  Lisa, my co-worker, pulls me back to reality, and I feel a deep blush start to spread across my cheeks. Lisa is a friend, but my life wouldn’t be worth living if she found out about my secret crush.

  Pull yourself together, girl, as well as being the most beautiful man on the planet – Brad Sherman is your boss!

  She starts telling me about her date last night, and I nod in all the right places while stealing a glance over to where Brad is talking to another member of the staff.

  Usually he wears a suit, but because today is casual Friday, where we all donate a dollar to charity to wear casual clothes to work, he’s wearing jeans. Even from a distance, I can see the outline of his bulging biceps, straining under the short sleeves of his tight t-shirt. He looks more like a personal trainer than the boss of a big corporation, and I’m sure I can see the start of a tattoo snaking up towards his shoulder. He dwarfs the guy he’s talking to and must be well over six feet tall.

  His presence fills the room...well, it certainly fills my brain. I can feel that place between my legs start to throb as I remember last night’s dream… it was like some x-rated film starring Brad and me in some very compromising positions – namely him taking me across his desk. I blush at the very thought. Not that he even knows who I am, apart from that girl in accounts. I mean, come on, I’m no looker. Yes, I’ve got a good figure, all boobs, and ass, but someone like Brad would never look at someone like me. I’m too ordinary, too boring. Unlike him… he’s like a god that’s just stepped down from Mount Olympus. Not to mention his towering frame, he has the perfect chiseled good looks of a movie star, dark ruffled hair, dark eyes, and cheekbones you could cut glass with, in other words, an Adonis of the first order.

  I watch as he finishes his conversation, and my eyes snap back to Lisa as he heads in our direction, my stomach doing somersaults as he approaches our table.

  “Ladies…” his voice is deep and gravelly, and just that one word has my head spinning. Is it my imagination, or do his deep brown eyes fix on me for just a second longer?

  Oh shit! He must have seen me staring at him.

  “Amee, are you ok?”

  “Holy shit!” The coffee I’m drinking misses my mouth and splashes down the front of my white shirt.

  “Hey, you seem all jumpy today, what gives?” Lisa raises a perfectly manicured eyebrow. She’s everything that I’m not, slim, beautiful, and confident. Brad must have been looking at her, not me, how stupid can I be?

  I can’t tell her, not in a million years.

  “I didn’t sleep well last night. I think I must be tired. Look, I’d better be getting back to work, you know what the old spinster is like.”

  The old spinster is Miss Simpson, my supervisor. A middle-aged single woman who looks like she’s permanently sucking lemons.

  It’s almost one o’clock when I head back to the accounting department, and as soon as I walk in, Miss Simpson calls me over.

  “Mr. Sherman just called, he wants to go through the accounts this afternoon…he asked for you.”

  Her face reflects my own surprise at the request.

  Mr. Brad Sherman asked for me? He never asks for me.

  Usually, this is Miss Simpson's job, and she doesn’t look too pleased about being replaced.

  “Oh, and Amee…you’d better do something about that blouse.”

  I look down at the large coffee stain that’s spread down the front of my shirt. Shit, how could this happen today of all days?

  I pick up the phone and call Lisa, hoping she can help. Luckily, it’s her night for the gym, and she has a spare t-shirt in her bag. I head to the ladies room and change. Lisa is at least two sizes smaller than I am, and I tug the cotton material over my ample breasts.
They look huge in the tight black cotton, and I feel so self-conscious. Still, it’s better than an unsightly coffee stain, I suppose, and head over to Brad’s office, my heart in my throat.

  Brad

  Amee has great breasts, and they look even bigger in the tight t-shirt she’s wearing. Her nipples are hard and prominent, and pointing straight at me, making it impossible to concentrate as she walks into my office. She has a great ass too, the fabric of her trousers taut across those ample ass cheeks. I love a curvy woman, and I can’t help but watch her appreciatively as she walks towards my desk and takes the offered seat.

  I’m a grown man for god’s sake, I must be double this girl’s age, but she has this effect on me every time I see her. I can’t help it, but she’s my perfect woman, a veritable goddess, and it takes all my willpower not to drool.

  I feel my cock start to twitch as she sits in the chair opposite my desk and crosses her legs, smoothing down the material on her thighs. Is it hot in here, or is it just me?

  Pull yourself together, Brad. You’re the CEO of this fucking place.

  I make an effort to look at the accounts prepared for me. Amee is not only stunning but smart. I know she works on the main accounts we have, and her work is perfect. I hardly ever speak to her, usually dealing with the prickly Miss Simpson, but after seeing Amee in the break room I knew I had to get to know her better.

  She’s a quiet girl and hard to talk to, and never comes to the office parties. Usually, I have no problem with women, not that there’s been a significant other for a long time, but Amee is different. I want her. I want her like I’ve never wanted a woman before, and I need to make her mine.

  I glance at her, and she looks down at her hands clasped in her lap. She seems nervous, and I watch almost hypnotized as she licks her lips, and a deep crimson spreads across her features, those baby-blue eyes hidden by long thick lashes, her soft blonde hair curling around the curve of her cheeks. I could look at her all day.

  My cock distracts me from the figures, rock hard under my desk, and I wonder if she can sense my agitation. She’s so close to my desk that if I reach out, I could touch her. I want nothing more than to feel her ample figure pressed against mine, while I whisper in her ear that she’s mine.

  But I need to stay cool, after all I am the boss. I pick up the file giving my hands something to do.

  “These accounts are excellent, Amee. Your work hasn’t gone unnoticed. Miss Simpson talks highly of you.”

  I can see that she’s surprised, almost embarrassed, and the color spreads down to her neck as she smiles shyly, her eyes lowered once more.

  “Thank you.” Her voice is soft and low, and I take in a deep breath to steady my thoughts, breathing in her light perfume. She smells of spring and innocence, and suddenly an image of me fucking her over my desk comes into my head.

  Clearing my throat, I try to concentrate on the figures in front of me, and not Amee’s.

  Get a grip, man.

  “You’ve probably heard that we’re opening another office in Chicago, and I’m wondering if you’d like to head up our accounts office there? I know you’re young, but you’ve certainly proved yourself in the few years you’ve been here.”

  She gazes up at me in disbelief, those liquid blue eyes wide open and staring straight into mine. That one look sparks something in me, makes me forget everything but the short distance between us. If I reached across my desk, I could kiss those luscious red lips.

  “But I live in Madison?”

  Obviously, I hadn’t thought this through properly. The idea only came to me after lunch, and I find myself improvising.

  “Of course, the company would pay to relocate you. I’m based in Chicago, as you know.”

  Another good reason for my plan.

  Her eyes flick up towards mine, questioning…as if she can read my thoughts, her luscious chest heaving as she takes in a deep breath, and for a moment, all I can see are her magnificent breasts.

  She smiles, dimples forming in her cheeks, making her look a lot younger than her twenty-three years, almost like a schoolgirl. This woman really brightens up the whole room, and my heart speeds up, waiting for an answer.

  “Well, it would be a big step for me, I’ve never lived outside Madison.”

  “It’ll mean a significant pay rise, of course, to go with your new responsibilities.”

  She just has to say yes.

  “Well, I…I, don’t know what to say. Do you think I have enough experience, I mean I would have thought that Miss Simpson-”

  “I don’t want Miss Simpson. I want you.”

  Our eyes lock for a moment, and I almost drown in a sea of blue. Her face is pink, and I wonder if she realizes my double meaning. I watch as she clasps and unclasps her hands, and I’m finding it hard to read her thoughts.

  “Of course, I’ll be there to guide you.”

  This time she holds my gaze, steady and trusting, her ample bosom heaving before me, breasts pointing like rockets ready to blast me away. I imagine slowly pulling that t-shirt away and sucking down on those rock hard nipples, my face lost in a mountain of soft flesh.

  I see a moment of hesitation before she licks her lips, and I imagine what that tongue could do, trying to ignore my cock’s constant straining in my pants.

  “Yes, I’ll do it!”

  I hadn’t expected her to say yes, I’d thought of every reason why she might refuse me. I push my hands down onto my desk, fighting the urge to grab and pull her close to me. Amee’s a nice girl, and I need to move slowly. I don’t want to scare her away.

  “I’ll arrange for us to go over to the new site in the next few days, we don’t open for a while, but I could do with your opinion on a few things. It’ll be an overnighter, so I’ll get someone in admin to book you a hotel.”

  It’s a lie, but I want to spend more time alone with this girl, and out of the prying eyes of the rest of the office.

  She nods, subconsciously playing with a soft curl that falls over the curve of her tits. God, it’s more than a man can stand, and it takes all my concentration to remain seated.

  “Well, that will be all Amee. I’ll let you know when I’ve arranged the visit. We can drive down in my car.”

  I watch as she uncrosses those hidden, shapely legs and stands, tugging her trousers down around her generous hips.

  “Thank you, Mr. Sherman. Thanks for the opportunity.”

  She smiles again, before turning and I watch that voluptuous ass wiggle towards the door.

  “Hey, Amee.”

  She turns, lips parted.

  “Away from the office, you can call me Brad.”

  The door closes, and I pull down the zipper on my jeans. I need some instant relief right now, but I need to make this girl mine. All mine.

  Chapter Two

  Amee

  I dress carefully, not too conservative, but not too obvious either. Brad’s my boss after all, and although I want this to mean more than it surely does to him, it wouldn’t be wise to be too forward.

  Still, a whole two days with Brad and I want to look my best. Not that he’ll even give me a second glance…but, well, I can dream. I’ve done nothing else since I was in his office a few days ago. Usually, I wear the same things every day for work, but I went out and bought a new suit especially for this visit. It was a bit of an extravagance, but well, I’ll need it in my new position.

  Slipping on my new high heels, I stand in front of the mirror. The skirt skims my ample hips and butt, showing off my curves to the fullest, and for a moment I wonder if I’ve made the right choice. I don’t usually like the attention my body gets me, and I’m more prone to hide it away than flaunt it, but well, I’ve seen the way Brad stares at me, especially my ass and breasts, and I don’t mind putting on a display for him. I hardly ever wear a skirt, and suddenly I feel a bit awkward, but it’s too late to change now.

  I grab my overnight bag and head to the door, glancing at my reflection in the hallway mirror. I look like a
deer caught in headlights.

  He’s already waiting in the car park, the engine of his expensive BMW purring away. I teeter self-consciously across the concrete, and he opens the door. When a sudden panic grips me.

  What the hell am I doing here… why me?

  I slip into the seat beside him, my heart and stomach turning perpetual flip flops as I sink into the soft leather. I see that he’s wearing jeans and a t-shirt pulled tight across his six-pack, and I suddenly feel self-conscious.

  “Hey, you have legs!”

  His eyes take me in, and subconsciously I move my arms to my knees.

  “I feel overdressed.”

  He laughs, “Hey, you look great - now don’t cover them, you have fabulous legs. You should get them out more often.”

  His words make me giddy, light-headed, and a fever sweeps over me. I swallow hard as his eyes sweep over me, lingering over my chest, my body burning under his gaze.

  “Thank you,” I utter, no more than a whisper, feeling the sweat prickle at the back of my neck.

  Brad looks away and presses his foot against the accelerator as we speed away. He seems even bigger in the car, fills the space, and I can feel the heat of his skin. He smells expensive, something dark and dangerous as if sex appeal is leaking out of his every pore.

  It takes us just over an hour to reach the new office. We chat about work mainly, but most of the journey we spend in silence. I watch as his strong hands grip the leather steering wheel, rock hard biceps clenching and unclenching as he steers us safely to our destination.