Career Move

By Jake Malden

Alicia's boss, the brooding Gavin McClain, has made her an indecent proposal - a night with him for a major career boost. She's supposed to be celebrating her birthday with her boyfriend, but it's a great opportunity, and Gavin is such a sexy boss. Will she succumb to temptation? And if she does, will her tempter be good to his word? Meet Gavin - the man who puts the 'sexy' into 'sexy bastard'.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Jake Malden
• Release date: Nov 17, 2013
• ISBN: 9781310880001

Jake Malden

Jake Malden is a freelance journalist and writer based in London. He has been experimenting with erotica both on the page and off for some years and has several titles available on Smashwords, the most recent of which is 'Gabrielle and the Devil'. His first full-length novel, 'The Tempting of Neely J', will be available later this summer.

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Career Move

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Jake Malden

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Career Move

Excerpt from Amateur Night at the Blue Nile

Excerpt from The Tempting of Neely J

Published by Jake Malden at Smashwords

Copyright 2013 Jake Malden

Cover Design: April M. Reign

Stock photos were supplied as follows:

Gavin - 123rf.com

Alicia - depositphotos.com

By the same author:

The Tempting of Neely J

Copyright 2013 Jake Malden

The Jared Effect

Copyright 2012 Jake Malden

Gabrielle and the Devil

Copyright 2013 Jake Malden

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All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

Career Move

Alicia received the text at the worst possible moment.

She was standing in front of the bedroom mirror, jostling her boobs into prime position within the confines of her mini-dress, when the phone blipped from its resting-place on her bed. Her heart lurched at the sound. God, please no. It could have come any time that week, surely not tonight ... Not when Matt was treating her for her birthday, for God’s sake. Taking her to The Biarritz―so she had wheedled out of him―a restaurant so exclusive he had booked a month in advance.

The hour since arrival home from work had been spent in a flurry of preparation. Stripped of her office clothes she showered thoroughly, using probing, soapy fingers to wash out her pussy and the tight knot of her anus in preparation for her boyfriend’s attentions later on. She talced and perfumed the robust curves of her body, before squeezing her ass into a tiny pair of lace panties and suspending her imposingly orbed tits in the matching brassiere. An exotic wriggling manoeuvre got her into the patterned yellow dress―the one that held so tightly to the slalom course of her body―and the effect was enhanced with application of mascara and a whorishly red lipstick that promised serious cock-sucking before the evening was out.

The necklace, her Christmas present from Matt, was hooked in place so that its silver heart nestled attractively in her cleavage. She brushed back the ringlets of her auburn hair and was joggling her breasts higher to maximize their visibility when the text message arrived and fucked up everything.

The tightening in Alicia’s stomach as she clicked on her mobile phone proved justified. Matt had not sent the message. It was another communication, the one she had been anticipating with a mixture of dread and hope for five whole days.

RE MONDAY’S CONVERSATION - WAITING IN MY OFFICE. GET HERE SOON, GAVIN.

She stared at the screen of her phone in an advanced state of consternation. Bastard! Why Friday frigging night? Okay, okay, phone him―try and get him to rearrange. There’s the whole weekend. We can sort out another time. She jabbed the recall button and realised as the ring sounded in her ear, how rapidly her heart was beating.

Click. You’ve reached Gavin McClain. Please speak after the tone. His voice, cold and peremptory, made her cut the call dead in surprise. Why couldn’t he bloody answer? Immediately she keyed in the number for the office, adding the code to Gavin’s extension; she had put enough people through over the past months to remember it easily.

Hello, this is Gavin McClain. I’m out of the office or on another call …

Fuck. What was he playing at, texting her and then suddenly inaccessible? This time she left a voicemail. Gavin―Hi, Alicia here. Could you call me when you get this? Okay, bye.

Five minutes passed, five long minutes of pacing the bedroom and fretting over the phone lying silent in the palm of her hand. This was bloody ridiculous. He obviously knew she was