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  Table of Contents

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Big Boss

  Quick and Dirty

  Alexandria Hunt

  Contents

  BIG BOSS

  Preface

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Also by Alexandria Hunt

  BIG BOSS

  Quick and Dirty

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  by Alexandria Hunt

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  Preface

  BLURB

  The last thing Melody Mason wanted was to fall in love. She’d just finished law school and was about to embark on her first internship with one of the city’s premier law firms.

  Love was not in her plans, especially not with her unbelievably sexy and unattainable boss, Hunter Drake.

  A chance encounter at a pub leaves her breathless, but an awkward evening at his apartment leaves her burning with embarrassment.

  She wanted to forget any of it happened…but Hunter has other plans. Plans that include Melody in his life, in his heart, and in his bed.

  ***WARNING*** This is a romance but it has insta-love, filthy talk and dirty sex which means it’s best left for those 18+.

  If you like it quick and dirty, this story is for you!

  Chapter One

  I shifted from foot to foot and stared intently at the elevator numbers, tried to remember the floor I needed and finally pushed thirty.

  As the doors began to close, a tall man in a suit pushed in and shot me a smile.

  I exhaled, blowing one long string of hair out of my eyes, and shifted again.

  I wasn't used to wearing such revealing clothing, my white blouse clung to my breasts and my skirt was too short, showing my knees. The shoes I had on were taller than I was used to and I was wearing make-up that felt as if it was a mask. I should've never let my best friend and roommate Samantha talk me into this ridiculous outfit this morning. She’d insisted it was office chic and would blow my new bosses away.

  I was convinced it was designed to make me as uncomfortable as possible.

  "First day?" the guy beside me asked.

  I almost jumped at the sound of his voice, I hadn’t paid him much attention when he’d first gotten in but now as my eyes moved up to his face, I felt flushed with head and I couldn’t seem to take my eyes off him.

  He didn't seem that much older than me, but he exuded a confidence that surprised me. I let my eyes flit up and down his form and suppressed a gasp at his tightly tailored suit clinging to his muscled body.

  "Oh no, is it that obvious?" I replied with a shy smile as I looked up into his eyes.

  He was tall and his eyes were intense green, a contrast to his dusky completion and jet black hair. I honestly don't know how I'd missed him when I'd rushed into the elevator just seconds before. He was essentially the man of my dreams wrapped up in a gorgeous suit.

  "You'll do just fine, the boss has a definite type," he said raising his brow and raking his eyes up and down my body. I was used to that kind of reaction from men, but being in my tight clothes made me feel vulnerable. I felt so exposed, especially with a man like this letting his steamy gaze slide along me. “And you definitely fit the type to a tee.”

  "I guess that’s a good thing," I replied and looked down, avoiding his gaze again. It was so unsettling, to find myself this attracted to a stranger on my first day of work. I needed to focus on calming my beating heart.

  At that point I couldn't tell if it was nerves about my new job or being so close to my perfect man.

  The bell dinged and the door slid open, he gestured to me to exit first and he said, "Ladies first."

  "Thanks," I said again and stepped out. I brushed against him as I moved past and I heard his sharp intake of breath as we touched. There was an almost electric jolt of energy between us, like static shock. It was undeniable, our bodies were working against our minds on some kind of cosmic level.

  I could not handle it right now though, I had a new job to focus on, I had my career to handle before I let myself fall into the deep, sensual well of lust I already had for this incredible man.

  I could feel the weight of his eyes watching my ass in my tight skirt as I walked into the reception area of Drake, Drake and Taylor Law offices.

  I liked it, I liked knowing he was as infatuated with me as I was with him. It unnerved me, but gave me a sexy confident jaunt to my step that swung my hips and made me feel vibrant.

  I was on my first day as an intern after finishing years of school, I was well on my way to becoming a full-fledged lawyer but had to do some of the grunt work first.

  I paused for a moment and watched the man from the elevator pass me before ducking into a washroom close by. I was nervous and needed to wipe a sheen of sweat off my forehead before checking in for the day.

  I looked at myself in the mirror, dabbed at the sweat and checked my make-up.

  Red lips, perfect. Mascara still in place, I actually appreciated the way it enhanced my already huge blue eyes. My thick, curly, strawberry blonde hair looked great.

  All in all, I was ready for the day and felt my confidence return.

  I walked brusquely towards the front desk of the law firm and smiled at the assistant seated there.

  "Is this your first day, sweetheart?" she asked me, looking me up and down as I noted her approval.

  "It is, Melody Mason," I replied. "I'm expected at nine."

  "Then you're early, that's a good start," the woman said. Her raven black hair framed her pretty, heart-shaped face. She looked like she should be modelling lingerie somewhere, not working as a secretary. "Fill out these forms for HR and we'll get you set up at your desk. You can call me Angie."

  "You mean in my office?" I asked.

  "Oh, no honey," she laughed, "you're the intern. You're lucky you even get a desk."

  I took the stack of papers, my heart sinking, and filled them out balanced on my knees as I sat on a low, leather sofa.

  When I was done, I handed them in to Angie and followed her through tall glass doors into the back offices.

  I noted the clothes she was wearing and thanked Samantha for being on point with the fashion recommendation. I would have looked frumpy next to Angie if I'd worn my usual black slacks and turtle neck.

  "And here we are," she announced, gesturing to an imposing dark wooden desk in front of matching glass doors, each with the name Drake on them.

  "I'm working for the bosses?" I asked in a hushed tone.

  "Yes you are," Angie replied with a grin. "Hunter requested you himself, just now."

  "Oh," I said and walked around to take a seat. I felt to small behind it, as if I were just playing dress up with adult things.

  In fact I felt a little out of place for the entire day for the same reason. I wasn't the kind of woman who was a serious professional, how did I manage to get to this place?

  I wasn't an adult. Who decided I was ready for all this?

 
Angie showed me where everything was and left me alone, completely confused and uncertain what I was supposed to do.

  I pretended to look busy and glanced around for anybody to direct me, but I was alone.

  I was reaching the point of walking out after an hour into my day when I heard one of the doors behind me open.

  I turned on the office chair and jumped up, holding my hand out

  to shake his.

  And looked right into the eyes of the handsome man on the elevator.

  I felt a hot blush flood my cheeks and I stammered my greeting. "Hi, it's you," I said, my mouth hanging open in a perfect O. "Are you Mr. Drake?"

  His eyes sparked with good humor and interest. "Mr. Drake is my father's name, you can call me Hunter," he said. "I see you're settling in quite nicely."

  "I hope so, I mean nobody has told me what I'm supposed to be doing yet."

  "Nobody?" he asked, raising an eyebrow, "We'll have to do something about that."

  "Do you have a job description?" I asked.

  "We're not too hyped up over formalities around here," he replied. "I'm sure somebody at HR has something like that, but I see your duties around here as well...let's just say well rounded. I have plans for you."

  "Plans?" I asked, feeling a shudder snake through my spine. "What kinds of plans?"

  I'd be lying if I said I wasn't excited at the prospect of working for him, but the warm sexy tone in his voice gave my mind flights of fancy imagining what he meant by plans.

  He was sex on two muscular legs, and his voice was as much a promise as an order.

  "I'm sure we'll figure that out as we go along," he said with a crooked smile.

  He left a stack of folders on my desk to put me out of my bored misery and strode down the hall towards the conference room in the back.

  This time I had a chance to check out his fine ass as he walked, and I approved.

  This was going to be an interesting internship, even if I was lusting after the most off limits man around.

  Chapter Two

  "Ugh, how many copies did he say he needed?" I asked Angie when she joined me in the paper room. I was on copy eighty eight of the report Mr. Drake needed.

  And yes, Mr. Drake was Hunter's father.

  He was gorgeous for an older man, and I could see what Hunter would look like in thirty years if he aged as well as his dad.

  He was also married to Hunter's mother, an elegant woman with greying hair and a sense of style that kicked my butt all around the block. They'd been together for decades and I couldn't help but envy the love they obviously had for each other.

  "He needs two hundred," Angie replied and turned on her heel to watch me hang over the blisteringly hot machine. "You know you can set it up to collate them for you."

  "He expressly forbade me from letting the, and I quote, damned machine do it for me," I laughed and gathered the papers from the tray to staple them together.

  "Well good luck with that, and I know, he hates technology," she grinned. "See you after work at the pub?"

  "Wild horses couldn’t keep me away and all that," I replied and sighed deeply. "If I don't die of heat exhaustion before I make it there."

  She rolled her eyes at my drama and sauntered out with a stack of printer paper in hand. I'd been working at the firm for three weeks at this point, and during most of that time Hunter had been my main distraction every moment of every day.

  We flirted outrageously, he left me a little treat on my desk each morning, from an éclair to my favorite tea and everything in between.

  He also made me feel completely knee shaking weak and yet I knew in my gut that it wasn’t meant to be.

  It couldn’t work, I’d already been taken into HR’s offices and given the entire go around about relationships in the workplace.

  Good luck telling my body that Hunter was off limits though, just this morning he walked in on me in the break room and seemingly deliberately reached over me to get something out of the cupboard.

  “Sorry about that,” he said as he brushed against me. I didn’t mind of course, his musky scent overwhelmed me and I’d felt faint.

  “No problem,” I exhaled slowly as my pulse threaded quickly in my neck and my head felt as it was floating a couple inches above the rest of my body.

  He’d taken his coffee mug down, set it on the counter and locked his eyes on mine. “Have a good day, Melody.”

  “I will,” I croaked out through my dry lips and watched him saunter down the hallway to his office, his mug in hand and his ass looking might fine.

  I'd almost felt like pouting when it turned out he was in meetings all day, but once his father started giving me directions, I didn't have enough spare time to notice his absence.

  I was excited about tonight though, it was the first time Angie had invited me out with the girls from the office. It was a Friday night, and after being run ragged doing errands for Mr. Drake, I was ready to let lose.

  I hurried up with the remaining reports, collated and stapled them all and had them on Mr. Drake's desk just before eight at night.

  The worst thing about this low paying internship was that if I looked at how much I earned every week and factored in how much I worked, I was probably making like five dollars an hour.

  But the experience I was getting from this was invaluable, that couldn't be denied.

  I sighed and leaned against the edge of my desk to tear off my high heels. My feet were killing me and I was this close to wearing running shoes to work on Monday. I pulled out my drawer and cursed under my breath.

  I'd forgotten my more comfortable heels at home, but at least I'd packed my little black dress.

  I changed in the washroom, begrudgingly put on my high heels again, and headed to the pub.

  I could drink enough to forget about the pain in my feet once I got there.

  I took an Uber and slid out in front of the place, I was immediately happy I'd worn my taller heels and slinky black dress...it wasn't any pub I was used to seeing. It was more of a high end club than a casual beer and chips kind of establishment.

  I walked up to the door and looked down the lineup at the people patiently waiting. I was about to walk to the back of the line when the bouncer called to me.

  "Hey, blondie," he said.

  I turned, startled, and asked, "Me?"

  "Yeah, you," he replied and motioned for me to come over to him. I did and stood in front of him, looking up at his tall, wide bulk. "You with Ang?"

  "I am," I said.

  "Good, good, get your fine ass in there asap," he grinned and stood to the side, opening the door for me.

  "Thank you," I chirped, trying to act as cool as a cucumber but secretly enjoying the privilege and status I'd been given. I glanced back at the line up and saw people grumbling, laughed to myself and muttered, "Sucks to be you," under my breath.

  I walked into a busy bar stocked to the brim with intense professional businessmen and lawyers letting their hair down for a Friday night. The energy in the bar rush through me, thrilling me with the buzz that was circling around the room.

  I let my gaze slide along all the beautiful people and hope I didn't stand out too badly.

  I saw Angie jumping up and down from a dark corner booth. She was waving her hands and calling my name. I strolled across the dance floor, passed a huge, long bar with glasses and bottles of all kinds behind it, and slid into the seat with Angie and the rest of the girls from work.

  "Hey new girl," said one of the women from HR. I couldn't remember her name, but she had the smoothest, darkest skin I'd ever seen...it was complete perfection.

  "Hey," I said, almost squeaking because my throat had tightened with nerves.

  "I'm Tabi," she said, "and this is..." she managed to introduce me to everyone else at the table, but I couldn't remember the moment she told me. My anxiety at being in a new place with such elegant women was taking its toll on me.

  "You look nervous, girl," Angie said, laughing and handing me a dr
ink. "Here, loosen up."

  I sipped it and grimaced at the strong, sour taste. Gin and tonic, my favorite and my weakness.

  After a few too many, I found myself stumbling to the washroom, desperate to have a moment alone away from the increasingly loud and excitable crowd.

  I pushed the door open, only half noticing the line up of women just past me in the hall, and stepped inside.

  “Well hello there, princess,” a warm, rich and masculine voice said.

  “Why are you in the women’s washroom?” I demanded and stared straight into the gorgeous green eyes of my mysterious boss, Hunter Drake.

  He gave me a sexy, crooked grin and raised a brow. “I think the real question is what are you doing in the men’s washroom?”

  Chapter Three

  I gulped and looked around, taking in the wall of urinals and realized he was right. I had pushed through the wrong door in my haze.

  At least it was a high end pub, the bathroom was immaculate and sparkling clean even though it was the men’s.

  “Oh my god,” I exhaled, “I can’t believe I just did this.”

  “You look a little tipsy,” he smirked, his full lips pulled across his perfect teeth. “I think that’s the reason…unless you followed me in here on purpose.”

  “On purpose? Oh no, never!”

  “Methinks the lady doth protest too much,” he laughed. I blushed red hot heat and felt as if I was going to faint. “I’m sorry, I’m having too much fun with this Miss Mason.”

  “It’s okay, I kind of deserve it,” I said, shifting from one foot to the other. I still had to pee like crazy, in spite of my hot boss standing in front of me with that sexy crooked grin.