Mastering Mari (Hot Texas Bosses 3)

By Lyla Sinclair

Mastering Mari is the sequel to NY Times best-seller Training Tessa and Controlling Krysta

Watch out. Cousin Chase Maddox is back in town.

Dr. Chase Maddox never felt a connection to another person like the one he felt with Mari—a girl he met at summer camp when they were teenagers. The innocent afternoon they spent alone together confirmed to him they were soul mates. She left the next day with his phone number, promising to call him soon and to meet him at camp the next year. But he never heard from her. For fifteen years, he’s been unable to learn her full name, unable to contact her...unable to forget.

When she walks into his office one day as his new medical supply sales rep, he’s elated, sure his soul mate will remember him, even though he's changed drastically since his days as a small, scrawny teenager. She's sure to have a good explanation for why she never contacted him. When she doesn’t know him at all, his mind reverts to dark fantasies in which he controls her, making her bend to his will, teasing and tormenting her body until she realizes no one can bring her pleasure like he can. Then, he’ll send her away as revenge for the pain she caused him.

Marissa Montero, who’s new to the job, thinks her colleague Debra is ridiculous when she tells her the doctor-clients are her real bosses and will expect her to comply with any request. Until she encounters movie-star handsome Chase Maddox who requires that she come in after hours and has her disrobe and “demonstrate” her products with him. Although Marissa feels an instant connection and is incredibly aroused by his demands, they are stepping way beyond the bounds of professional behavior. Besides, she’s sure he’s enjoying flaunting his dominance over the new sales rep. She has to stop this before it goes any farther, and the best way is to turn the account over to someone else.

When he suddenly has another new sales rep, Chase is livid at being rejected by Mari again. Until he attends his cousin Mason’s 4th of July party, and Krysta "introduces" him to her friend Marissa. Now, all Chase has to do to make his darkest fantasies come true is entice Mari to his own secluded ranch house, right up the road.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lyla Sinclair
• Release date: Nov 24, 2013
• ISBN: 9781310381645

Lyla Sinclair

Lyla loves to be alone at sunset, dreaming up new erotic encounters to satisfy her readers' cravings. But most of the day, she can be found lying on the beach, surrounded by nubile young bodies, all of whom are at her beck and call. Eyes closed, sun warming her scantily clad body, she dictates her most lurid fantasies to one of her young sex-slaves as she’s massaged, manicured and lulled to sleep by a nude Spanish guitarist. These catnaps are important, since her nights are spent gorging herself on young men and chocolate (though she never, ever gains weight).

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Mastering Mari

Lyla Sinclair

In the Dark, Copyright 2014, Lyla Sinclair

Chapter One

The thing to remember, Debra said as we stepped into the elevator of yet another professional building. Is that Gary’s not your boss.

I’d had to spend my first week as a sales rep for Norton Medical Supply with Debra Klodzko, who wasn’t at all thrilled about wasting her time introducing me to the doctors she was dumping. After Gary received the promotion to sales manager, she’d become the top sales person, which meant she had first dibs on his prime customers.

Debra overflowed with pompous confidence and cleavage. Although her face wasn’t particularly attractive, even I didn’t notice for a couple of days, distracted by her huge breasts and hair redder than anything found in nature.

Today, she was a human defibrillator in her crimson suit with matching lipstick. Underneath, her open-at-the-top white blouse was barely noticeable because of the eye-popping boobage on display. She was enough to shock any man back to life.

I blinked repeatedly, trying to release myself from the hypnotic effect of her bosom. How is Gary not my boss?

Gary doesn’t make you your money. Whichever doctor you’re with is your boss. Give him what he asks for. She checked her makeup in the mirrored panels of the elevator. If he wants tickets for his daughter to see the latest Disney kid in concert, get them. If he cops a feel of one of your boobs, offer him the other one.

I rolled my eyes. Yeah, right.

She turned and stared pointedly at me. You think I’m kidding? The elevator doors opened onto the fourth floor. Remember Dr. Eschew from yesterday?

I nodded. He’d looked about ninety.

I gave him a blow job once.

I cringed. Oh my God! I tried to stop myself from imagining Dr. Eschew with his pants down.

He’d taken one of those long-lasting boner pills and needed some relief, so I helped him out. She shrugged nonchalantly. Now he’s my best customer.

"I will not be giving any blowjobs...at least on the clock." Actually, I hadn’t been giving or getting sex of any kind since I moved to Houston from California a couple of months ago. Okay, for quite a while before that, to tell the truth.

Searching for Mr. Right had gotten old. A guy would be handsome, attracted to me, nice...but there was always something missing that I couldn’t put my finger on. I’d ended every relationship within weeks.

Suit yourself. Debra shrugged again. Just don’t expect to keep this job long. Some of these doctors are on a power trip, and they don’t appreciate anyone making them feel less than omnipotent.

I guess it didn’t enter her mind that dressing her voluptuous self in such a suggestive way might give them reason to think she was selling more than medical supplies.

She tapped her long red fingernail on the list she’d been carrying around on a clipboard all day. Your last few doctors are in this building. I haven’t met them ’cause they were Gary’s. Except this Dr. Maddox. He’s brand new. All I know is, he took over for a retiring OB/GYN who generally favored our competitors. I’ll see you Monday.

She stepped back onto the elevator and pushed a button.

But, wait, I—

Fly, little bird. Her fingers wiggled in a dismissive wave. I’ve got my own nest-egg to work on. The elevator doors closed, leaving me standing in the fourth floor foyer alone.

I checked the comments next to doctor Maddox’s name. Sees reps only at lunchtime on Fridays.

Shit! My watch said 12:30, and chances were, I wasn’t the only rep trying to see the new doctor today.

*****

I’d been waiting an hour in a room full of pharmaceutical reps who’d all gotten there before me. The place was upscale with comfortable upholstered chairs and pleasant lighting. I played games on my smart phone, hoping I appeared to be doing something important.

Finally, the last rep came out and a young, round-faced nurse invited me in.

You can go back to his office at the end of the hall, she said.

My pumps tap-tap-tapped to the door she’d gestured toward. Easing it open, I stepped inside.

A tall, dark-haired man in a lab coat scribbled on a prescription pad, his backside propped against his desk. To his right, sat the tumbled pile of drug samples my predecessors had left.

Hi. He glanced up so briefly, I was pretty sure he hadn’t really seen me. I’m trying to get the call-in prescriptions done from this morning.

Holy crap! As he continued writing, I stood in stunned silence. Just when I was convinced Debra had snatched up all the young, handsome doctors, I was standing in front of one who could have stepped off the silver screen.

His bone-structure was all man, every feature well-defined. A jaw just strong enough without being too square. Straight, perfect nose. An assertive chin. I swallowed, the gulp sounding loud to my ears, but he didn’t seem to notice. A minute later, he looked up and his eyes met mine.

He could have seemed too stern with a face that chiseled, except his eyes held an earnestness framed in surprisingly lush black lashes. As if the artist who drew him for me knew exactly where to stop—right on the line between pretty-boy male model and rugged action movie star.

I’d never understood why women waited in a crowd, screaming for their favorite celebrity. Or why they hurled underwear on stage when singers performed.

Now, I knew.

This guy could make me scream. Oh, I’d gladly toss my favorite lace bikini underwear at him. And the matching bra. In fact, I’d throw my coveted shoe collection if I wasn’t afraid of putting out one of his beautiful eyes.

I’d thought they were black at first glance, but when he lifted his face the second time, the light hit his irises.

They were dark, dark blue. Deep and mysterious, like the ocean at midnight.

Once I got past my initial awe, I noticed he was staring at me with his lips slightly parted, an odd look on his face. What was that expression?

I glanced down to see if my hurried lunch had left stains on my blouse. Nothing appeared out-of-order.

Why was he peering at me like that? He was the one who looked like he was fresh from a sexiest man alive photo shoot.

His lips opened and closed as if he was trying to speak. I listened intently, but no words came out of his mouth.

Hi, Dr. Maddox, I’m Marissa Montero, I said in an exaggerated professional tone. Your new rep from Norton Medical Supplies.

Dropping the prescription pad on his desk, he straightened to his full height. He was obviously much taller than my five-foot-seven, since my eyes were now level with his chest.

Okay, truth be told, I was only five-seven when I was wearing four inch heels. But since I wore them most of the time, I reasoned that had become my true functional height. Even my driver’s license said five-seven.

My eyes tracked up his chest until I met his gaze again. My mind flashed to a split-second of being in a rowboat on a lake. The recurring dream I’d had for years. With it came the usual swell of positive feelings. Joy. Contentment. Like all was right with the world.

That dream, full of emotions I’d never truly experienced, had ruined every relationship I’d ever attempted with a man. I was always waiting for a feeling that never came.

But as Dr. Maddox and I stared into each other’s eyes, I felt them all, along with a connection I couldn’t possibly have with a man I’d only met seconds earlier.

He blinked several times and shook his head as if to clear it. He checked his watch.

I’m sorry. I have patients coming in, he said. Can you come back at five?

Was this a brush off? I didn’t want to come back at five to be told he’d left early. Maybe he didn’t want to waste time with me. Hurt panged in my chest, which was ridiculous. There was no reason to take this personally.

I can leave you my card, I said as I fished in the tiny pocket of my suit jacket. I just wanted to introduce myself and see if you had any questions. I held one out to him. It’s not necessary to bother you later.

As he reached toward me and took the card, his fingers brushed lightly over mine. Electric heat flamed up my arm and singed my lungs.

My legs didn’t want to move. My body was refusing my brain’s messages to leave. After lingering for several long seconds, I turned to go.

No!

I startled and spun back toward him, wide-eyed.

Come back at five.

Surprised by the commanding tone, I lowered my gaze involuntarily. My eyes rested on his right hand, which now held my business card. I watched as he stroked the edge of it slowly with his index finger. My nipples strained against my bra as if hoping for the same caress.

I have some questions for you, he said in a softer tone. If you can come back.

Okay, I replied, still not sure what was going on. I’ll be back at five.

I turned and fled his confusing presence.

*****

The door shut behind her.

Chase took several shaky steps backward. When he hit his desk, he eased himself onto the edge, in need of the support it offered.

It was her. After all these years, she’d just popped into his office, into his life, like it was no big deal.

When he’d looked up and seen her, he was speechless. He’d thought he was hallucinating.

Once he realized his impossible dream was finally coming true, he’d needed time to get hold of himself. Over the years, he’d convinced himself if he ever saw her again, she wouldn’t live up to his memories. She couldn’t possibly be as beautiful as he’d made her out to be in his fantasies.

But she was. More so. The years had turned her into a strikingly attractive woman.

What had driven him crazy all this time was that there was no logic to it. How could he be so fixated on someone he’d met such a long time ago, when they were both teenagers?

Yet, he thought of her every day.

Mustang Camp in the Texas Hill Country hosted kids from all over the state each summer. He’d been from Houston. She’d been from somewhere down in South Texas.

Although fifteen at the time, he looked eleven. His cousins Dix and Mason had always been tall for their ages, but Chase’s growth spurt didn’t come until his sophomore year in high school. Mason had nicknamed him Runt, and that name followed him everywhere he went until he got big enough to scare the crap out of anyone who used it.

From the first day he’d seen Mari, he’d been smitten, but she didn’t know he was alive. She was fourteen, but with all the trappings of a woman. High, firm breasts. Naturally tanned legs that led up to the bottom of her short shorts and her enticing round bottom. He admired her from afar, too nervous to approach her.

That was, until the day he found her alone at the Ice Cream Shack—a side window of the