Unprofessional
by Allyson Young
A
Romance on the Go
Releasing:
September 25, 2016 from Evernight Publishing
Blurb:
Hannah Evans is personal assistant
to the very professional Benjamin Willis, and he keeps her firmly in that role.
Her boss is a great man, and if he rewards himself with a large number of
blondes, well, even great men can be misguided. Hannah couldn’t ask for
anything more in her job—except she’s fallen for her boss. And now Mr. Willis
seems to be seeking more than mere pleasure. What if he finds a woman with a
beauty and brains? Unable to bear the
idea, Hannah submits her resignation. Faced with losing her, Benjamin’s entire
being reacts in shock, dismay and outrage, causing him to examine how he
actually views Hannah. She has had months to come to terms with her strong
emotions while he has had mere hours. But Benjamin is a quick study and
discovers his true feelings for the woman who has been right under his nose.
Excerpt:
July
17
Dear
Mr. Willis-
Please accept this as my formal
notice of resignation effective two weeks from today’s date. I would advise
that I have compiled a detailed document outlining the successful applicant’s
duties and if time permits will certainly be willing to train said applicant.
I wish to express my sincere
appreciation for the opportunity to work as your personal assistant for the
past year, given my lack of experience.
Yours
truly,
Hannah Evans
Hannah
Evans
His fist crumpled
the sheet of paper as if with a mind of its own, mangling the white velum and
hiding the message from his disbelieving stare. A sick feeling gripped his gut
and he replaced it with a mounting fury, the better to cope. Benjamin forced
his fingers to relax and drop the letter to the surface of the desk, smoothing
out the wrinkles while trying to get control. What the fuck was this about?
He wasn’t reacting specifically to her resignation. He’d
come to that surprise after he figured out his absurd response to it. Several
deep breaths, followed by some pacing around his office didn’t shed any light
on the issue so he went with the reason for it. Rather than calling her, he
yanked his door open and glared at her empty desk. Hannah—Miss Evans—he corrected himself, sternly, was down the hall
again, in that excuse for a restroom. A chill raced down his spine. Was her resignation related to something about
her health? Was she frequently using the last unfinished room in this amazing
building he’d seen lovingly restored because of sickness? Worry curdled his
belly and he peered in that direction.
As
he cudgeled his brain for reasons why a woman might be ill, another thought
struck him and ice replaced the fear. Could she be pregnant? His Hannah
carrying another man’s baby?
Insanely, his cock leaped
to attention as if in protest. Benjamin froze in place and stared down at the
appendage that he’d never allowed to lead him around. He’d prided himself on
it. Sex was an imperative; the more the
better, the more inventive the better and
he was wealthy enough and powerful enough to indulge himself. His taste in
women leaned to tall, blonde, busty, and vacuous. Women who accepted his terms
of casual and short term. Arm candy to show off at his many appearances, a
release for afterward, and no pillow talk required. He had Hannah—Miss
Evans—for that. Pillow talk wasn’t the correct description,
of course, but his brain and quick mind appreciated their stimulating
conversations. She was no shrinking violet and met him comment for comment, debate for debate, yet was only too willing to
admit her weaknesses and if she was wrong. Not to mention how she competently
fulfilled the rest of her role.
It
was inappropriate to consider Miss Evans in even a vaguely carnal way. Highly
unprofessional. What business was it of his to resent the idea of another man
giving her a child, like he had a proprietary
interest? And certainly thinking of her as his
Hannah was wrong. Except she was his—his valued, personal assistant who lived
up to every word she’d spoken in that brief summary of the job. Never
intrusive, totally dedicated and hardworking, highly organized and intuitive.
He’d meant it when he complimented her for anticipating his needs and taking
such good care of him. His cock twitched at the thought and confusion addled
his brain. The thought of her with
another man…
Author
Bio:
Allyson Young lives in cottage country in
Manitoba, Canada with her husband of many years, and numerous pets. She worked
in the human services all across Canada
Allyson will write until whatever she has
inside her is satisfied- when all the heroes man up and all the heroines get
what they deserve. Love isn’t always sweet, and Allyson favours the darker side
of romance.
allysonyoung45@gmail.com
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