Fakin' It with my Boss

Fakin' It With My Boss Shana Holden Copyright Copyright © 2023 by Shana Holden All rights reserved. In no way is it legal to reproduce, duplicate, or transmit any part of this document in either electronic means or in printed format. Recording of this publication is strictly prohibited and any storage of this document is not allowed unless with written permission from the publisher. Contents 1. Chapter One 2. Chapter Two 3. Chapter Three 4. Chapter Four 5. Chapter Five 6. Chapter Six 7. Chapter Seven 8. Chapter Eight 9. Chapter Nine 10. Chapter Ten 11. Chapter Eleven 12. Chapter Twelve 13. Chapter Thirteen 14. Chapter Fourteen 15. Chapter Fifteen 16. Chapter Sixteen 17. Chapter Seventeen 18. Chapter Eighteen 19. Chapter Nineteen 20. Chapter Twenty Epilogue Also By Shana Holden Chapter One Malcolm I wake up to the sound and feeling of someone wrapping their warm mouth around my cock. With the glare in my eyes, I slowly pull the face of the redhead towards me, kissing her deeply, leaving my signature bite on her lips. That way, there is no chance she can forget me anytime soon. I can’t remember where we met, probably at the bar last night, but that doesn’t matter. What matters is that I’m getting some action, so I pull her down and let her ride me. I’m thrusting into her, letting her moans wash over me, when my phone rings, the shrill noise piercing through the haze of lust. I groan and roll over, reaching for it on the nightstand. It’s Ellen, my assistant. “Hello?” I say, my voice thick with lust and anger. “Hey, Boss! It’s Ellen,” she says, her voice urgent. “We’ve got a problem at the office. I need you to come in right away.” I blink, trying to clear the fog from my brain. “What kind of problem?” “There’s an issue of data confidentiality, and an official is here to meet you,” she says, tense. “We need you to take care of it.” I rub my eyes and sit up, trying to shake off the drowsiness. “Okay, I’ll be there in a bit.” I glance down at the redhead, whose name I don’t remember but will not dare ask for, taking in her tousled hair and peaceful expression. She’s beautiful, so alluring, with a fantastic body. And we had an amazing last night, one that I don’t want to end just yet. I feel a pang of guilt as I consider what to do. On the one hand, I have a sense of responsibility towards my company and employees. On the other, I have a beautiful woman in my bed, with the morning light casting her in a warm glow. But in the end, duty wins. I gently extricate myself from her and get out of bed, quickly pulling on some clothes. I can tell that she’s confused, but I don’t look back. I can’t let her distract me from the task at hand. As I reach the door, she calls out to me. “Malcolm, where are you going?” “I have to rush to work,” I say, trying to keep my tone light. “There’s a problem that needs my attention.” She sits up. “Can’t someone else take care of it?” I shake my head. “No, this is something only I can handle.” She nods, her expression understanding. “Okay, I get it. But can we see each other later?” I hesitate momentarily, torn between my hard-on for her and my responsibilities as the CEO of my real estate empire, Malcolm Graff Realty. But in the end, I know what I have to do. “I’m afraid not, sweetheart. But I will instruct my driver to take you home. Feel free to let me know when that will be.” And with that, I leave, feeling the morning’s weight settling over me. I have a job to do, and I can’t let anything get in the way. I arrive at the office a short while later, feeling the adrenaline starting to pump through my veins. Walking into my job makes me feel alive, sharpens my senses, and focuses my mind. “Everyone, look lively! The boss is coming!” Those imps! I think, scowling as I stride purposefully toward my office. As I walk past my highly efficient employees, I see them clattering away at their keyboards with a feigned look of concentration that would have made a lesser man laugh out loud. I am barely seated at my desk before my assistant strolls in casually with my cup of coffee. “We need to discuss why you believe you can strut into my office like a runway. You know, assistants to powerful men scramble after them,” I say as I take my steaming cup of coffee—Caffe Mocha, just as I like it. I nod, pleased. “Which is why I’m grateful I work for you and not them,” Ellen says with a cheeky smile, and I shake my head. If she weren’t so efficient, I would have fired her for daring to backtalk at me. “Which was it this time? A blonde? Redhead?” “Shoot me,” I say, following our usual routine, where we talk about my schedule for the day. I was tired of the conversation. Thankfully, Ellen got right into business. “Well, you’ve got Vanity, Techbizz, and the New Yorker waiting for the interview confirmation.” I look up, confused. “A confirmation for what interview?” “You don’t know? You got Most Eligible Bachelor again. They want an interview.” “I’m not doing it.” I scowl and watch Ellen make some notes. “What else is on my schedule?” “You’ve got the meeting with HR about the work retreat. There’s also a call from your sister, and your niece, Desire, also asks that you call her back.” “Anything else?” “Nope. That’s all for today,” Ellen replies. “Where does HR have in mind?” I ask. “Rhode Island,” Ellen replies chirpily. “Rhode Island?” I grunt. “That’s not too far away.” “Yep. HR wanted us to have a road trip instead of a