Soft Skills (Office Toy #5)

By Cleo Peitsche

SOFT SKILLS is a multiple-partner romance novella of 15,000 words. M/m/m/f (three men, one woman). Includes public punishment and publicly submitting to a stranger at the command of her dominant boss.

An office hazing leaves Elle feeling vulnerable, and she finds herself defying her three bosses, secretly begging to be taken in hand so that order will be restored to her world.

Cunningham gives Elle her lesson... on the side of the road. She squirms in front of the growing crowd, and she can’t believe her ears when Cunningham calls for volunteers to restrain her. She loves his dominance, but the second it’s over she defies him again.

His response shocks her. Before the week is over, everything Elle thought she knew about Cunningham, Jonathan and Nolan is turned upside down, and none of their lives will never be the same.

This BDSM romance contains explicit sexual content and graphic language that may be objectionable to some readers. Includes sexual dominance and submission, spanking, sexy humiliation and many other delights. For adults only.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Cleo Peitsche
• Release date: Nov 18, 2013
• ISBN: 9781311870254

Cleo Peitsche

If Cleo isn't writing (or reading!) erotica, she's probably sitting on her balcony, watching the wind blow through the trees. She loves snowstorms, piña coladas, horses, and pasta primavera. If she won the lottery, she would hire an assistant to take care of the technical side of e-publishing so that she could write all day.Some random facts about Cleo:1. Thinks life's too short to forgo HEAs and HFNs.2. Sprained an ankle joining the mile-high club. (Never again!)3. Favorite writers include Cormac Mccarthy, Junot Diaz and Rachel Caine.4. Gets weak-kneed for bookish guys who know how to fix things with their hands. *swoons*

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SOFT SKILLS

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SOFT SKILLS © 2013 by Cleo Peitsche. All rights reserved worldwide. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means without permission in writing from the author. This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, events, locations and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to any persons, living or dead, events or locales is entirely coincidental. This book is for entertainment purposes only.

This book contains mature content and is solely for adults.

Cover Photo ©2013 by Pouch Pictures

Dear Reader,

Thank you for purchasing this ebook. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it, and I look forward to sharing more of my stories with you.

xoxo,

Cleo

Other Titles By Cleo

After Forever/Bisexual Billionaire Series (Threesome Romance)

Careless

Office Toy Series (BDSM Gang Bang Romance)

Office Toy

Client Satisfaction

Company Vacation

Flex Time

Soft Skills

Take Me Hard Series (BDSM Romance)

Ride Me Hard

Love Me Hard

Use Me Hard

Take Me Hard Compilation #1

Push Me Hard

Fantasy Playland Series (BDSM)

Sleeping Lady

Sleeping chez Sade

Wide Awake

Wide Open

His Kiss

Mistress Moi Series (Femdom)

My Three Slaves

Cuckold Chuck

Faye-Faye and the Sadist

Bad Boyfriend Series (Femdom Romance)

Bad Boyfriend

When Elle stepped off the elevator, she was still beaming. The client loved her work. The word genius had been bandied about, and while she knew that was an exaggeration, she soaked up the enthusiastic praise.

This was the first large ad design project she’d directed on her own. She’d fought hard for the responsibility, and all the late nights and hours spent second guessing every decision had paid off. She’d spent hours comparing two shades of red for the ad’s background, and she’d scrapped her drawings twice because they weren’t good enough.

The victory was totally worth the little sacrifices, and she was soaring. The rest of her team had opted to grab celebratory beers, leaving her to report back to Cunningham and Jonathan, the company’s co-owners. As soon as she brought them up to speed, she was going to make an appointment for a post-work massage and pedicure, a little something to spoil herself.

She tried to control her triumphant smile as she approached the comfortable waiting area.

Jonathan was leaning on the receptionist’s desk, deep in conversation with Nolan. Elle paused to watch them. Jonathan’s long, muscular body was often in a state of casual repose, but she had learned that it was a carefully constructed act designed to make him more approachable. His movie star, fair Nordic beauty was intimidating, yet he put people at ease without seeming to register their discomfort.

Nolan, on the other hand, with his trendy suits and jet black hair, was mercurial. His moods were easy to read. Either he didn’t know how to mask his emotions or he couldn’t be bothered. But even if he could stop his expressions from betraying his every thought, he couldn’t control how his blue eyes darkened when he was angry.

Elle’s smile now had nothing to do with professional success. Here were two of the men who had turned her boring, workaday existence into the kind of life she’d always dreamed about. They were smart and funny, they were rich—Nolan didn’t have to work the receptionist’s desk—and most importantly, they were kinky as all get-out.

Elle walked forward. To her surprise, the men merely glanced at her, then continued conversing in hushed tones.

Hi, she said uncertainly. Nolan might ignore her from time to time, but Jonathan was gregarious, always happy to see her. What’s wrong? What happened?

Cunningham is waiting in his office for your report, Jonathan said without looking at her.

Blinking, Elle decided to let their strange behavior slide for the moment. It was probably about some boring company thing that didn’t involve her. Still, it was unlike Jonathan to be so… distant. She headed down the hallway.

Elle.

She pivoted. Yes, Jonathan.

Cunningham knows what you did.

Elle’s eyes widened. What I did? What did I do? She looked to Nolan for support, but Nolan had his arms crossed, and he was avoiding her gaze.

A disappointed look in his eyes, Jonathan shook his head. We expected so much from you, Elle.

He shifted his broad shoulders, turning away from her. She’d been dismissed.

Elle slowly approached Cunningham’s office. Her fingers went so cold that she wasn’t sure if her purse and laptop bag were going to drop onto the floor at any moment. All of her confidence had evaporated,