Ruthless Boss

RUTHLESS BOSS A BILLIONAIRE AND A VIRGIN ROMANCE CLAIRE ANGEL Contents Title Page RUTHLESS BOSS Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter Four Chapter Five Chapter Six Chapter Seven Chapter Eight Chapter Nine Chapter Ten Chapter Eleven Chapter Twelve Chapter Thirteen Chapter Fourteen Chapter Fifteen Chapter Sixteen Chapter Seventeen Chapter Eighteen Chapter Nineteen Chapter Twenty Chapter Twenty-One Chapter Twenty-Two Chapter Twenty-Three Epilogue Sample: Grumpy Bosses and Daddies Box Set Chapter 1 Chapter 2 More Books by Claire Angel! Author’s Note! Copyright © 2023 by Claire Angel All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the publisher, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical reviews and certain other non-commercial uses permitted by copyright law. This is a work of fiction. While, as in all fiction, the literary perceptions and insights are based on life experiences and conclusions drawn from research, all names, characters, places and specific instances are products of the author’s imagination and used fictitiously. No actual reference to any real person, living or dead, is intended or inferred. RUTHLESS BOSS: A BILLIONAIRE AND A VIRGIN ROMANCE RUTHLESS BOSS BLURB Finally, I have my innocent personal assistant right where I want her. Off-balance. Turned on. Ready for my touch. I never imagine she will ever step inside the dirtiest club in the country. The place is filled with debauchery and sin, exactly the kind of place a good girl like her wouldn’t be caught dead in. No one comes here unless they’re looking for a good time. It’s that kind of club. No strings attached, hook up in every flavor of kink you can imagine. So when I see Sandra Hart standing like a newborn fawn on wobbly legs, I walk up behind her, ready to claim her. I’ve wanted her from the moment I saw her, after all. It is real fun making her tremble and for the first time I could see the desire in her eyes. I know she wants me too… Or so I thought. Turns out, she’s here at my club, Club Red, for another reason. Except she’s not here to relinquish her v-card to me like a good girl. No, she’s here to ruin my whole damn night. But that’s okay; I always get what I want. And I want her. *** Chapter One Sandra Of course, my spoiled, rich, badly behaved boss isn’t answering his phone. I let out a sigh and glance up at the front of the club. The building is completely nondescript, painted deep gray, and would fit into any old warehouse district. Somehow, in this neighborhood, it looks more upscale than the other buildings around me. I can feel the throbbing music before I ever even open the door, shaking the pavement at my feet and sending a deep rumble up through my body. I can't even imagine the amount of soundproofing that has gone into this building, or how loud the music must be inside to be felt through the concrete outside. Gathering my courage, I step forward and pull open the door to Club Red. I'm not sure which hits me first; the red lights, the deep, unrecognizable scents mingling in the air before entering my lungs, or the throbbing music, still dulled behind a red wall before me. A hugely bulky man stares at me, his thick arms crossed, but he nods in the direction of another door, and I refuse to meet his gaze before walking toward the door. I don't belong here. Not only do I not belong here, but I've never stepped foot in any club ever in my life. At twenty four, in this day and age, that might sound completely unheard of, but I like to keep my head down and my life quiet and drama-free. Clubs have always screamed drama to me, especially this club. Strangers writhing to music, guys making passes at women or touching them, drinking to excess... every club story I've heard is not something that I want to experience. But Club Red is different than the ones that my girlfriends have talked about. Those clubs are all about dancing, drinking and music. This club focuses on a different kind of clientele and activities. As I push through the 10-foot-tall door, I can feel the music surge through my body as I step into the front room of the Club. My cheeks begin to heat up as I freeze. I've never seen anything like this before. The club is filled with life, music, red light, couples dancing, drinks flowing, moans and screams filling the air along with the smell of sex and sweat. My face blazes red hot as I glance around the room. People in various stages of sexual activity in every corner and on couches leave me unable to process a single thought. I freeze at my place and I think coming inside this club seems worst decision of my life. My gaze skips around the room, unsure where to look but finding several things I should not be looking at. Like the naked back and bottom of a woman riding a man, her bare bottom bouncing entrancingly. I quickly look away to a half-circle of men on couches, carrying on conversations, laughing and joking as women kneel between their legs, their heads bobbing up and down. A curious heat fills my core and I take a step back, feeling faint and worried I’m about to fall down. The last thing I want to do is draw attention to myself in this place. Still trying to find a safe place to turn my attention, I see a woman on her knees with a man on his knees behind her, one on his back under her, and one standing before her, each filling her with themselves. Her look of concentration and pleasure confuses me -