Taming Her Boss

By S. L. Finlay

The hottest man she ever met wants nothing but to make her happy. He hungers to worship his beautiful queen.

Karen, a career-driven and clever girl moves to Melbourne, Australia from her homeland, the USA. She is on a work exchange program where she’ll get to work alongside some of the coolest and cutest animals in the world, and one of the jaw-droppingly sexy men she’s seen in the world.

Jasper is what people envision when they think of sexy Australian men: he’s tall with a hard body. He’s also a sexy alpha male who is driven by the deep desire to make his lady happy. This desire to serve the woman hise beautiful queen exists underneath his alpha exterior, in a place he keeps private and only shares with the woman he trusts enough to open up and be vulnerable with.

This is a sweetly sexy story about a woman discovering her own sexual power and pleasure against the backdrop of her relationship with a man who wants only to make her happy, but who also has a reputation. Will she let him fulfill their shared desire and relax enough to let him do the work to make her feel good, or will she give in to the rumors she is hearing about him at work?

This is a fast-paced femdom romance filled with desire, love and affection. Written by an Australian for accuracy of Australian life and language, the Australian set book has a guaranteed HEA and can be read as a standalone or as the first in series (the Emerald Creek Series, where everybody’s got a secret).

• Language: English
• Publisher: S. L. Finlay
• Release date: Feb 22, 2019
• ISBN: 9780463832530

S. L. Finlay

S. L. Finlay is an Australian author who uses her erotic fiction and romance stories to force questions about human sexuality, to celebrate love, sex and life.

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CHAPTER ONE

They say you should never meet your heroes, and I felt that way about Australia when I first flew in. The country is beautiful. Like my homeland the USA, there are deserts here too, and beaches. They have tropical rain forest at the top of this country and temperate rain forest at the bottom. They claim the worlds tallest trees, and the largest living organism, the Great Barrier Reef. They have a large rock in the middle of the country, Uluru, that the local tribes climb for spiritual reasons. I'd long been fascinated with Australia, as the place seems exotic with its unique flora and fauna, but familiar because everyone spoke English - although a slightly different English to what I was used to with different words like 'mum' for 'mom' and 'footpaths' instead of 'sidewalks' - I had done my reading though, and watched a few Australian movies and TV shows so the accent wouldn't be too difficult for me to understand.

This place was similar to America in many ways. Most Australians lived in cities with the biggest being along the east coast. There was the famous Sydney with its opera house and its harbor bridge. The bridge the locals referred to as 'the coat hanger' with a measure of irony, as the massive iconic bridge is the same shape as the small thing you hang your clothes on so they don't get wrinkles. That made me laugh.

I wouldn't be staying in Sydney though. I had won a spot in a zoo keeper exchange program with Melbourne Zoo. Melbourne was Australia's 'second city' after Sydney. I'd been told that Sydney was business and commerce and Melbourne was coffee and culture. It sounded like it was more at my pace anyway, being that my city back home was a place no-one outside of the US seemed to know, despite the huge export of American television, movies and music we'd been making for decades.

The moment of truth came though when my plane finally touched down in Melbourne. It was a gray day and it had been raining heavily. There was puddles of water in the ground around the tarmac. I was glad I had done my research or I would be disappointed that this was their summer, wondering where all these images of huge blue skies and hot weather had come from.

I arrived in July, in the middle of Melbourne's winter. Australia is 'down under' with its seasons being in the reverse of the ones back home. I reflected on this as I disembarked the plane and begun the walk to baggage claim.

It was funny actually, I thought as I followed the signs and the people with odd accents towards baggage claim. For all the research I had done about Melbourne and for what I had already known about Sydney, I completely overlooked the nations capitol, the city of Canberra which sat between the two cities. Apparently it was in the exact middle of the two cities as neither could be capitol while the other wanted to be capitol and as if a parent was telling their children to share, the capitol was plunked down between them.

We reached baggage claim after a short stop at border control - they let me through with less suspicion and more smiles than I'd ever received at LAX, welcoming me to the country and laughing at the idea that a zoo keeper would be silly enough to bring in something that would harm this beautiful countries fragile ecosystem - and I didn't have to wait long before my bags came up. I hadn't packed much, deciding that I would take the minimum and if I needed more I would buy it here. Then for as long as those things lasted, I could talk about my 'Australian clothes', for months or years after I got home.

Taking my two small, light rucksacks, I placed them on a cart and breezed through the 'nothing to declare' line. I had read up about the strict quarantine in this country holds and as the border control guys predicted, this zoo keeper could respect it. An island that was lucky enough to never have rabies or other diseases, I could understand why they would want to protect their plants and wildlife from diseases that have ravaged other parts of the world.

As I pulled into the arrivals hall with my cart, I looked for my name on the placards. The zoo were sending a car, and one of the zoo keepers I spoke to had told me I could stay with her in her small unit in a town called Emerald Creek. She'd told me in emails that she drove to work every day and wouldn't mind giving me a lift. She was even kind enough to send me pictures of Emerald Creek. The town looked idyllic, with cute little shops, old pubs, and gum trees everywhere. It looked like I would have everything I needed. If I ever needed to travel into the hills, to the local mall a town over, or into the city, there was plenty of public transport. I wouldn't need to rely on Sara the kind Australian zoo keeper who was letting me stay with her.

Sara wanted me to know too, that even though Emerald Creek thought of itself as a small town on the edge of the city, it was actually a suburb, just no-one had gotten the memo. So, she told me, I would get a nice mix of small town community and suburban convenience when I arrived.

I found my name on a placard quickly and approached the driver with a smile on my face.

You're Karen? He asked me. I nodded in response and he told me, Welcome to Australia! Please follow me.

I followed the driver as I thought about the emails Sara had sent. I would get a nice balance of community and convenience. That would work for me. As I followed the driver, he started to chat to me about where I was going and where I had come from.

You're on the zoo keeper exchange program, aren't you? He asked conversationally and I nodded, trying not to giggle at his charming accent.

Yes, I am with the zoo. They are accepting me over here, then my zoo are accepting one of their rangers next year for a year. I told him.

Are they? That sounds really good. Do you guys do it often? He asked before clarifying with more information than I could ever need, I don't usually drive for them, so I don't know. One of their usual drivers is on holiday, so I am filling in.

Yeah. I don't know. I told him, only just managing to take in what he was saying through the haze of jet lag. This is the first time my zoo has done it, but other zoos in America do exchange programs with Melbourne Zoo a lot I think. Of course, everyone wants to come to Australia.

The driver glowed with pride, as if my comment about everyone wanting to come here was about everyone wanting to come here and meet him personally. Then he motioned towards a black car we were walking towards. I looked over at its shiny black doors and had to smile. Almost at my bed, I thought.

I had arrived in late afternoon on purpose. So I would be able to have dinner with Sara and a chat before having to go to bed all jet lagged. I didn't want to have to stay awake for a whole day jet lagged, I had heard that flying in this direction was awful for jet lag. Much worse than the return flight, they say.

Climbing into the back seat of the car I waited as the driver loaded the boot (Australian for trunk) with my duffel bags and I allowed my tired body to sink into the leather seats. I could deal with this level of comfort easily after the long flight.

When he'd deposited the trolley the bags had been on at a collection point nearby, the driver climbed into the driver seat of the car and started it up. It started with a low, reassuring hum.

Emerald Creek, wasn't it? He checked with me redundantly. I got the sense that he knew what he was doing without really having to be told. I agreed and he took off.

The driver left me alone with my thoughts for about the first ten minutes or so, but then, as if his curiosity got th better of him, he started to ask me a couple more questions.

So, how long have you been zoo keeping? He asked, looking at me in the rear view mirror.

I tried not to smile, thinking about how careful he was being with the question, as if not wanting to disturb me after the long flight, but not being able to help himself. He seemed like a talker.

I have been doing this job for a few years. I told him, usually it's hard to get into. Sometimes it takes people four years of college and ten years of work to get to where I got in three years.

It took you just three years? He asked, his eyes wide. Why such a short time?

I shrugged, as if I didn't know, then I figured it was safe to tell him. He wasn't someone working at my zoo who may get jealous of my position and the amount of time it had taken me to get there. It only took me three years of work. I still had to do the college. It was only short for me because I had basically already been doing the job for years, helping my parents.

The driver was alternating between looking in the rear-view mirror and looking at the road, spending more time looking at the road, and hardly any time in the rear view mirror. He was looking more at me though when I mentioned my parents, as if he was very interested in what I had to say.

Were they zoo keepers? Your parents? He asked me.

I nodded my head, yes. They are working at a small private zoo in Costa Rica now. I told him, feeling a small smile split my face as I repeated the words they had so ecstatically told me in the past, they call it their retirement job.

Retirement job? He asked me, taking a second to look in the mirror as he said those words and not looking at me as he went on, it's hard to believe that your parents would be old enough to retire. You look so young.

I felt my cheeks flush as I looked away from the mirror myself, despite the fact he wasn't looking into it. I was young, it was my twenty-fifth birthday in only two weeks time. I was young for my profession, I was so young that I wasn't sure that Melbourne Zoo would want me on an exchange. I still felt a bit unsure, even though I was about to arrive at another zoo keepers home. As if any moment someone would turn me around and tell me they'd made a mistake.

But that didn't happen. We turned off the freeway and onto a smaller one.

Are we far away? I asked, not wanting to talk any more about my age.

Hmmm, about fifteen minutes, maybe. Said the driver as he checked his speed and slowed down on a hill. Have to be careful on these roads. He told me, it's not like the US, there's speed cameras everywhere and if they catch you, you get a big fine. Don't forget that if you drive around here.

I nodded as our eyes met in the mirror. What an odd thing to be worried about I thought as I let my mind wonder.

Sara had told me she was only working a half day so she could be there to meet me when I arrived. I wondered what she would be like in person. I was sure she'd be pretty cool from her emails.

She was a little older than