Buy on Amazon
Subject: My Boss.
Have I already told you that I hate my boss today?
Sexy as hell or not, this pompous, arrogant, ASSHOLE asked me to pick up his dry cleaning the second I walked through the door. Then he told me that I needed to take his Jaguar to a car wash that was ten miles outside of the city, but only after I needed to stand in a never-ending line to buy some type of limited, hundred-dollar watch.
I honestly can’t wait to see the look on his face two months from now when I tell him that I’m quitting his company and that he can kiss my ass. KISS. MY. ASS.
All those former fantasies about him kissing me with his “mouth of perfection” or bending me over my desk and filling me with his cock are long over. OVER.
PS--Please tell me your day is going better than mine…
“A nice, short one” was my initial impression when I saw ‘Naughty Boss’ and then its length became my very challenge as I struggled to read on when faced with one of the biggest bastards of ‘romantic heroes’ of all. An unapologetic one-different-woman-every-night arse, who treats his employees with no conscience, thinks lowly of women unless they are there to spread their legs for him? I’m afraid that the feminist movement can’t even redeem the sassy, feisty assistant who tries to thwart him at every turn but falls prey to his good looks.
In fact, I felt offended throughout cringed and rolled my eyes at Michael Leighton’s childish antics, and felt his so-called declaration of his feelings utterly inadequate when he tries to sabotage Mya’s attempt at finding a new job. With a lack of development in plot and character, I never thought that this forbidden employer-employee relationship actually went past the lusty-grabbing stage, let alone the part where they become a couple.