Professional Sin: Executive Toy, #2

By Cleo Peitsche

The skills that keep Lindsay alive are turning into liabilities. She needs to keep covering her tracks, which means lying to her bosses in order to hide her true identity.

Hawthorne, Romeo and Slade are powerful men who have zero tolerance for what they perceive as disrespect. They spell it out clearly: no more lies. As much as Lindsay wants to walk away, she knows the three men give her something no one else can.

When someone from her previous life recognizes her, her bosses demand to know who she really is and what she’s running from.

Is a half-truth a truth? Or is it just another lie?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Pouch Productions
• Release date: Jan 2, 2015
• ISBN: 9781507005699

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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PROFESSIONAL SIN

Copyright, Legal Notice and Disclaimer:

PROFESSIONAL SIN © 2015 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 ©2015 by Cormar Covers

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Other Titles By Cleo

After Forever/Bisexual Billionaire Trilogy (Threesome Romance)

Careless

Hopeless

Fearless

After Forever Box Set

Office Toy Series (BDSM Gang Bang Romance)

Office Toy

Client Satisfaction

Company Vacation

Flex Time

Soft Skills

Executive Package

Executive Toy Series (BDSM Gang Bang Romance)

Executive Toy

Professional Sin

(More titles coming soon)

By a Dangerous Man (BDSM Erotic Romantic Suspense)

Season One

Trapped by a Dangerous Man

Wanted by a Dangerous Man

Saved by a Dangerous Man

Tempted by a Dangerous Man

Seduced by a Dangerous Man

Season Two

Dared by a Dangerous Man

Broken by a Dangerous Man (coming soon)

Pursued by a Dangerous Man (coming soon)

Desired by a Dangerous Man (coming soon)

Protected by a Dangerous Man (coming soon)

The Shark Shifter Paranormal Romance

Touching Paradise

Master of the Deep

Oceans Untamed

Blood in the Water (coming soon)

Shark Burn (coming soon)

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

Fantasy Playland Box Set

Mistress Moi Series (Femdom)

My Three Slaves

Cuckold Chuck

Faye-Faye and the Sadist

Bad Boyfriend Series (Femdom Romance)

Bad Boyfriend

Professional Sin (Executive Toy #2)

The skills that keep Lindsay alive are turning into liabilities. She needs to keep covering her tracks, which leads to lying to her bosses in order to hide her true identity.

Hawthorne, Romeo and Slade are powerful men who have zero tolerance for what they perceive as disrespect. They spell it out clearly: no more lies. As much as Lindsay wants to walk away, she knows the three men give her something she desperately needs.

When someone from her previous life recognizes her, her bosses demand to know who she really is and what she’s running from.

Is a half-truth a truth? Or is it just another lie?

Chapter 1

The morning sun blasts through the bank’s huge glass windows, bathing me in a pool of warm light and washing out the white floor.

My legs are crossed demurely at the ankle, and I’m holding a zippered black tote bag in my lap. My wrist is turned so I can see my watch, the second hand jerking, letting me know how much time I’ve lost already.

If the assistant manager doesn’t get to me within the next five minutes, I’m going to have to leave empty-handed. That means the long drive was in vain.

The feeling starts like it always does: an almost imperceptible, slight pressure on the back of my neck, on my arms.

I know there’s no one standing in the parking lot, staring at me. There wasn’t anyone the first twenty times I looked.

My shoulders go rigid as I try not to squirm in the seat.

When the feeling doesn’t let up, I nervously glance behind me. On the other side of the streak-free glass, people in passing cars are going about their business.

Not a pedestrian in sight, but I can’t shake the itchy feeling.

I check my watch.

The bank has been open for thirty-five minutes. I was the first customer through the door, but when the stooped, gray-haired woman came in just after, I agreed to let her go first.

It’s a decision I deeply regret because she’s hellbent on locating six dollars and eighty-two cents missing from her savings account. The assistant manager is going through it with her, line by line. He’s slow. She’s slow. The tellers can’t help me; from what I’ve observed the last half hour, they can barely count.

Sleepy, small-town bank. In fairness, I originally chose it because it was the quietest in the area. The cherry lollipops are good, too.

The itching feeling starts again, stronger than ever, and when I whip around, I see a man of about my age—twenty-three—staring at me. He’s shortish and is wearing a green baseball hat. He’s got what might be an ATM receipt in one hand.

My grip tightens on the tote even though it’s still empty. I can see, vaguely, my own reflection, my wide eyes which look colorless but are really pale blue, my long, platinum blonde hair that flows over my shoulders and down to my waist, the hint of ripe cleavage in the V of my blouse.

I’m trying to keep the panic off my face. I’m certain I don’t know this guy, but the way he’s staring…

Someone might have shown him my photo. I know my family was looking for me in this town; it’s the reason I fled.

I can help you now, miss, says the assistant manager; I recognize his slow voice.

Flustered, I stand. I’m unable to look away from the guy outside. His face is blank, unreadable.

Is he waiting for backup? For the cops? Is my grandfather’s limo going to pull up?

The guy checks me out, hands now in his pockets, then his eyebrows twitch.

Grandma Moses shuffles across the lobby, toward the door.

I suddenly go to her, take her arm like she’s a relative and I’ve been waiting for her

Reviews for Professional Sin

[Kel · Rating: 5 out of 5 stars]

Dirty, Yummy, and full of descriptive detail. Just the way I like my erotic novels.

[snehsum · Rating: 1 out of 5 stars]

No story. Intense objectification and crappy language. Menages are not supposed to be degrading for women. Don't waste your time on this.

[creyes25 · Rating: 1 out of 5 stars]

Total crap!