My Husband's Boss

By Rebecca Lee

Summer loses herself in a forbidden affair with a gorgeous bad boy alpha. And her lustful choices threaten to destroy her comfortable safe life. Can she put aside her bad boy temptations and stay in a marriage she feels bound to?

She was a young woman from the poor side of town with a dark past. She gave up on her dreams too young, but chance reunited her with the gorgeous stud she briefly met one time many years earlier. He was wild and strong. A billionaire and also protector of his dark secrets.

Against her better judgment, she finally succumbs to her desires for the touch of a bad boy alpha. But her taboo lust spirals quickly out of her control. She's a naughty brat who is coming of age searching for real love.

This is the best of today's hottest erotic romances from Sylvia Day and EL James. Where Summer O'dette, a young woman from the trailer parks, takes you on a journey into the world of hot second chance sex with an older man.

Here it is. One of the most talked about young adult romance suspense novels of 2017.

"My Husband's Boss" is hot billionaire boss romance. It contains mature situations.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Rebecca Lee
• Release date: Jun 14, 2015
• ISBN: 9781310048333

Rebecca Lee

Rebecca Lee is an editorial manager at Penguin Random House. She's spent twenty years managing hundreds of high-profile books from delivery of manuscript to finished copies, signing off millions of words as fit to go to print with only the occasional regret.

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My Husband's Boss

Rebecca Lee

Introduction

This is probably my most popular novel series. It's strange because it ended up being something quite a bit different than I thought it was going to be when I set out to write it.

But that's what makes telling a story exciting! I hope you love it like I do!

Rebecca

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Chapter 1

Sitting in this circle with all these people shouldn't make me this nervous.

I am wishing I was somewhere else. I am not going to get into my head about whether there is something wrong with me. But it's possible I guess.

Truth or dare, Summer?

That's Cassidy Blount. Not the prettiest girl in our class, but definitely pretty. She's also about the tallest. She gets excellent grades. Everybody likes her. She's got this way of having all the advantages of the middle-class suburban white girl with the easy life, but not seeming snotty about it. She gets along well with everyone.

I think she's got a great line of bullshit. But I wish I was more like her in some ways. Especially the popularity part. Popular with the boys, I mean.

You never see her with a boy in our class. It's just a given that she's more mature and that she's dating a guy from one of the nice high schools in the area. No one looks down on her for doing that either.

Everything goes her way.

We're in our friend Ryne Bradley's room. I have never been to his house before. I don't know how I even got invited. I think it was because my best friend Wendy got asked by Cassidy or her friend Alexa when were walking out of school. I was there and they couldn't just ask Wendy without asking me.

Being sort of there is my whole existence at Madison Junior High School. I don't have a boyfriend. I kissed a boy once. It was during the summer at a lake heading out toward College Station. I get awesome grades. Probably way better than Cassidy. But no one cares.

And I don't care about them right back. So it's all good. I have big plans for myself and I am way ahead of these little kids.

But it felt good to be asked to come along to Ryne's place today. I can't deny it. Ryne is probably the best-looking guy in our eighth-grade class.

Truth.

My stomach is really feeling nauseous waiting for what Cassidy is going to hit me with.

You have a thing for a certain older guy, she says, building anticipation with a pause.

Now I am nervous as hell. I wonder if they know? I am not a good liar. I will lie and it will be obvious I am lying. Cassidy just has a way of seeing right through me. She's staring at me, holding the rest of her truth question in for dramatic effect.

Worse yet, I am sitting next to Stick, Ryne Bradley's older brother. He's super skinny. His chest caves in he's so lean. He makes me nervous because he's nervous around me. I can tell he likes me. But he doesn't seem to know the moves of how to get me interested.

Ryne, on the other hand. Yummy. If there was one boy my age I'd want to like me, it would be him. But he's a boy and I am interested in men. I stick to that when hot boys aren't interested in me.

He's got that lean, muscular build. He wrestles and plays football. He's sort of dark-complected, like he's Italian or something. His hair is short.

He's an OK guy. I know him and Cassidy are into each other. But she's not going to put herself out there with a kid in our class. Everything she does, she's careful to always make sure it's plain that she's got something going that's a little better than what everyone else does.

Yet no one seems to dislike her. From the nerds to the jocks to the stoners to the goth kids. They all like her. I think she's phony, but it's definitely an ego boost to be doing anything with her. It's never happened until today.

Go ahead, Cassidy. Out with it. I am smiling but I am sure Wendy can tell it's painted on.

I am anxious and getting pissed while she drags it out.

Mr. Nelson, she says, and the group snickers.

Mitch Nelson is our principal. He's a nice guy but he is middle-aged, balding, has sort of pasty skin, and could stand to lose a few pounds.

I am relieved but I am also pissed. I am relieved because she didn't mention the older guy I am actually into. Pissed because I think she's making fun of me rather than taking me and the game seriously.

I don't know why she is doing these things to me. We barely know each other.

Eww, gross, I answer, doing my best to be ahead of the joke by not looking like this is getting to me.

I am ready to get the hell out of here. Stick is breathing right by my ear. Nice guy, but he is just lost. I feel nothing for him. I am flattered that he's interested but I doubt I'll ever be attracted to him.

I so want to say to Wendy and Alexa that we should go so Ryne and Cassidy can have time alone. That would be funny and put Cassidy on the spot. Ryne isn't fooling anybody. He wants her and he wants her bad. It drives him nuts he can't have her.

I am not going to put her on the spot, because I don't want to make her an enemy. I hate the social world of school enough that I don't need the It Girl as my enemy.

But I can't just sit here.

It's Alexa's call, and to her credit she goes after the big fish.

Cassidy, dare.

Cassidy smiles her trademark I am cool with everything smile that gets her all the adoring fans at school.

I dare you to make out with Ryne.

I act interested in this silliness for as long as I can after Alexa's call. As Cassidy gets up, I pop up too and grab a quick glance at Wendy. I gesture quickly towards the door with my face.

Good for Ryne, though. You can tell it's what he wants and is the only reason he is hosting this game. I know it drives him nuts that, being as handsome and athletic as he is, he can't have the girl he wants. She's rolling around with guys who have cars. I am betting they are probably not near as good looking as him either.

I don't wish bad on him. If he wants this for himself, I am fine with it. He's a little boy craving the company of a little girl.

He wouldn't know what to do with a real woman like me. A woman with big plans.

They make their way off to the side and start locking faces as I cut out of the room. I cross the hall to the bathroom and close the door behind me. I'll kill a couple minutes here, staring at the wall tiles and making sure my hair is looking good. Not that I really give a shit about that.

But I want to stay long enough so they'll think I really had to go the bathroom.

I need some air, or at least space bigger than that bedroom, and definitely this bathroom. I don't want to go back in that room though. I am Cassidy-ed out. I don't dislike her, but I see through her.

I resent her too, a little. The things I know matter and the path I am on is way bigger than the things she cares most about: popularity at a middle school.

That's how I see it.

I'd love some attention too. Being great in school and a closet legal geek wanting to be the most famous female lawyer ever doesn't matter in the world of junior high school.

Right now I am a wallflower from the trailer park. A girl who sprouted boobs early, but who is too weird to get any attention from boys. Right now I am a nerd.

I throw water on my face and think about how much this all sucks. And how much the next few years are going to suck. I am going to fast-track to my goals. Somehow. I am not going waste this time chasing Cassidy up the bullshit social ladder.

With that settled in my mind, I smile a confident smile in the mirror. I open the door and head for the end of the staircase. Ryne's place is really nice. I think Mr. Bradley is only an accountant or something. But I think the wife comes from money. I've seen Mr. Bradley many times. But I never see her.

She's into Future Farmers or 4-H or something. I heard she was sick but it's a pretty big secret that no one says much about.

I look down from the top of the staircase and keep myself focused on coming up with a good reason to leave. Something I can say that will get me through the situation without them giving me a hard time.

I look down to the main door. It's really high up here. The ceilings are super high too. It's all open. There are big windows lining the wall next to the door and above it. When you walk into the house, you can go straight up the staircase. It's gorgeous.

I can't imagine living in a place like this. But I know I can and will do better. The big positive today is being here really motivates me to keep studying hard and learning the law.

I settle on I have to get home and keep an eye on my little sister for my mom. I don't like mentioning Rayanne, because everyone thinks of her as a drunken low-life. But it will at least be easy for everyone to understand why I have to leave.

Plus I don't mind reminding everyone I have it a little harder living out in the trailer.

As I move back down the hall to Ryne's room, which is the last door on the left, I hear movement to the right. It's coming from behind a partially opened door.

Phillip Bradley, you are under arrest for contributing to the delinquency of a minor and the crime of statutory rape involving Miss Cassidy Blount.

Oh my God. I need to keep walking right on past the door and forget I heard any of this.

She's a lying little bitch! I never did anything with her, Mr. Bradley yells.

I can't move I am so shocked. So I just look through the partially opened door.

These are the same panties the victim said we could find here, an older guy in a suit says, holding a pair of girl's underwear with latex gloves.

I love criminal law the most. It's what's on TV and it's where the real high-dollar and high-profile lawyers are.

I have to keep watching. Plus, Cassidy and Mr. Bradley. Holy shit.

There's blood on them too, just like she said, the man in the suit continues. You are low-life scum. Forcing yourself on a young girl, taking away her innocence. I hope you get the maximum allowed.

I am telling you she is fucking lying, Mr. Bradley says in a quieter voice. He's in handcuffs and leaning against a large wood desk, facing the man holding the bloody panties.

Mr. Bradley looks to his right and sees me peering into the room from the hall. He doesn't react, but quickly turns his attention back to the man in the suit and what looks like two Houston police officers.

It's time to move. I've seen enough. The wheels are turning in my head faster than I can ever remember. I am getting excited because my paying attention to some recent events is going to pay off. This might be the springboard I need.

I love the possibilities of what Cassidy's reaction is going to be to all this. She had to hear the ruckus going on down the hall. Mr. Bradley was loud as hell. Her having a relationship with the dad of one of the most popular guys our class will end the illusion of Miss Popular.

There's two girls and two guys in that room with her. Somebody heard everything and somebody is going to talk.

I am not worried about Mr. Bradley. I have him covered. This case is going to be the big one I need to get my name out there. So I can get ahead and stop wasting my time with grammar schoolers.

I get to the bedroom and open the door. To my surprise, it's empty.

I hear a girl's voice outside. I make a quick move for the nearest window, which is at the other side of the room.

I look out the window and up the alley to an unexpected sight. It's Cassidy and Wendy. They are running and laughing loudly. Like they don't have a care in the world

Now I am really confused. But I am not going to let her get away with this. No way.

It's time to go to work.

Chapter 2

Normally I can't stand gym class. You get all sweaty and it's spent playing these games that I think are totally silly.

The gym teacher, Mr. Goff, is also pretty intimidating. He's this old guy with a military background and he yells a lot. If you aren't doing things exactly the way he wants, he gets irate. I don't know why they have teachers like him around.

I dread gym class normally, but today I am fired up. It's been a couple days since the truth or dare game over at Ryne Bradley's.

I am getting a little nervous about how normal and calm Cassidy is acting.

Something like this can't stay a secret. There were other kids in the house just down the hall when Phillip Bradley was arrested. One of them has to talk to someone?

Cassidy, once again, is walking into the manure pile and exiting smelling like roses. I am not going to be the one to out it. I don't like gossip. Plus I figure I'd be doing it for the wrong reasons. It would be to hurt someone out of jealousy. She's never been mean to me really. She's just a typical phony.

She'll get hers on this whole Phillip