Thirty Day Boss

Thirty Day Boss J. S. Cooper Copyright © 2023 by J. S. Cooper All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review. To all those that believe in soulmates, never stop believing. Contents Blurb 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 Blurb Three days ago, I didn’t even know Simon Cambridge existed. If it wasn’t for one drunken night out with my friends, I would never have met Mr. Cocky Pants. I certainly never would have entered into a bet with him if I’d known then what I know now. And if I hadn’t lost the bet, I wouldn’t have to work for him for the next month. Today is only day one, and he’s already driving me crazy. Ms. Gemma Whitestone, I expected you in the office at 7 a.m. You’re tardy. Not a great look for your first day. Your boss, Simon Cambridge Simon, I’d hardly call you my boss. It’s not like I wanted this job. I’ll be in as soon as I can make it. Doing you a favor, Gemma Whitestone Gem Gem, If this is just a favor, then I know something else I’d prefer more. Meet me at my place at 10 p.m. Your boss and soon-to-be lover, Simo Mr. Cambridge, That’s not appropriate language to be used with a member of your employ. I will be there in thirty minutes. Your secretary for a month, Ms. Whitestone P.S. If anything were to go down, it would be at my place, not yours. Gemma, Send me the address, and I’ll come right now. Simon As I stared at the emails on my phone, I contemplated not showing up. Having the cocky, grumpy, irresistibly handsome Simon Cambridge as my boss for the next thirty days would test every part of me, and I wasn’t sure I would last two days without ripping him to pieces or ripping his shirt off. And I wasn’t really sure which one I wanted to do most. Chapter 1 Simon Are you nearly here? Simon, I’m waiting in the bed with barely anything on. I’m naked, if you don’t know what that means. I stared at the texts from Louisa and stopped myself from responding with something rude. The last thing I needed was for another employee of mine to go to HR complaining that I’d spoken to them disrespectfully. Though, even HR had to agree that it was better for me to turn down women in a blunt way than to sleep with them. Not that even one of my employees had given me credit for that fact. They heard the rumors and assumed they could get me into bed. They didn’t realize that I, Simon Cambridge, never mixed business with pleasure. It just wasn’t the way to get ahead and be successful. And I was very successful. Growing up as I had, money was important to me. I wasn’t born with a silver spoon in my mouth. I hadn’t had anything given to me. I wasn’t a trust fund kid or Ivy League-educated bro. I’d sweated and literally bled for everything I had, and I wasn’t going to have my empire taken down by a hot chick in a short skirt. Not that I never indulged in anything pleasurable. Many of my Friday nights were spent quite indecently indeed. I got a new toy that I want you to try on me. Mr. Cambridge...I can send you a photo if you want. That one made me pause. I was a red-blooded man, after all. Who didn’t want to see naked photos? My phone pinged as another text came through, and I stopped dead on the street as I stared at the explicit image. Within seconds, a warm body bumped into me from behind, and I felt the nasty shock of hot liquid running down the back of my shirt, toward my gym shorts, and down my calves. “Watch where you’re going,” I growled as I turned around to see who had knocked into me. I looked down into an annoyed face with an upturned nose and angry brown eyes. “I should watch where I’m going?” She gawked at me as she looked down at her spilled coffee cup. “You’re the one who just stopped dead in the middle of the street.” “You should have been following far enough behind that my stopping wouldn’t have affected you.” I crossed my arms. “You ever heard of the rules of the road?” “Do I look like a car?” she spat out distastefully as she glared at me. I looked her up and down and realized she was actually quite cute. She had a pretty face, even if her curly dark hair looked a bit of a mess. She wore a Survivor shirt, a pair of black leggings, and hot-pink sneakers. Then I noticed her coffee had spilled on her as well. “Do I have to answer that?” I shot back at her as I lifted my wet shirt. “You owe me a new shirt and a cleaning bill for this one.” “You owe me a new coffee.” She stared at me pointedly as my phone beeped. “Sounds like you’ve never heard of don’t text and walk...” She licked her lips, and I noticed that they were pink and plump. “If you hadn’t been looking at your phone, this never would have happened.” “If you hadn’t been all up in what I was doing, you could have stepped to the side.” I raised an eyebrow at her as