The Boss's Daughter

By Genelia Love

A 15 years age gap?
I'm supposed to be her supervisor.
That makes her totally off-limits, right?
And if that is not enough,
Well, she's the boss's daughter…
What was I thinking?
Was I even…thinking?
One look at her curvy body and then, that delicious scent,
I want a taste again…and again.
There's so much at stake,
Both of us could lose our jobs,
But I guess the twins she is carrying makes it totally worth it, doesn't it?
A full-length, standalone romance from Genelia Love. Loads of forbidden surprises and toe-
curling O's guaranteed! Perfect with an HEA you would want to read over and over again.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Genelia Love
• Release date: Mar 23, 2020
• ISBN: 9781393877080

Book preview

Prologue: Amanda

Walking across that stage to receive my diploma for my Master’s of Science degree in Engineering had to be the most proud and exciting day in my life. Since I was little, I had been building things; first out of Lincoln logs, then out of Legos. As I got older, I used anything that I could get my hands on. It was only natural that I earned first a bachelor’s and then a master’s degree in engineering.

I followed in my father’s footsteps. He started an engineering company from the ground up. Before I was even born, he was working out of his home. As he gained more clients, he soon had to move to a larger building. Eventually, he became globally known.

After everyone had crossed the stage, Mom and Dad both rushed up to congratulate me. I stood straight, with my head held high and my shoulders back. My lungs felt like they were going to explode from pride.

Mom was beaming more than me. I was pretty sure that she could have outshone the sun. Mom was the best, and had supported me in my dreams, encouraging me when I needed it and putting a boot in my butt when I needed that.

This is as much your success as mine, I told her.

She smiled at me and then wiped a couple of tears from her eyes. It was just yesterday I was changing your poopy diapers, she said.

I rolled my eyes and looked at her with mock seriousness. I don’t think it was yesterday. I’m pretty sure that I’ve been potty trained for quite some time.

She punched me in the arm. Don’t sass me, young lady. You knew what I meant. Her laughter belied her indignity. Then, she stepped out of the way to let Dad hug me.

Dad’s smile reached from one side of his face to the other as he gave me a huge hug.

Dad. Can’t breathe.

Sorry, honey. I’m just proud. And now you can come work for me as we talked about.

I’m pretty excited.

Come in on Monday. For now, let’s go get something to eat and celebrate.

Dad had told me that after I earned my degree, I could work for his company, starting out as an intern. If I did well as an intern, he would hire me as a regular employee. He reminded me, not for the first time, that I would have to start at the bottom and earn my way up. He didn’t believe in nepotism. I didn’t either.

I was proud of that. I would earn my place, not be given some cushy job just because I was the boss’ daughter. If I couldn’t earn something through my own hard work, I didn’t want it.

As usual, Dad left for work before the sun could even wake up, so he was already in his office when I got there.

He hugged me, told me again how proud he was of me. Then, he showed me to my cubicle.

Dad called Thomas Williams over to meet me. Thomas has been working for me for about twenty years. He has worked in every position, I think, Dad chuckled. Thomas is in charge of this department. He will show you how pick up assignments, submit assignments, and then retrieve them once the professional engineer has looked over the plan and made any changes.

As soon as I laid eyes on Thomas, a sense of familiarity came over me. It was a sense deep in my soul that I knew him on an intimate level. It was more than a physical attraction. It was much, much more than that. It was almost as though we were long lost soul mates.

I held out my hand and murmured, It’s nice to meet you.

All my attention and focus centered on Thomas. Dad’s voice faded into the background, and then disappeared completely. I tried very hard to control my breathing as I absorbed Thomas’ sandy blond hair. His green eyes were the color of a frothy ocean and they flickered with light and beauty. I could have stood there for an eternity staring at the oceanic abyss, drowning in his eyes.

Thomas took my hand and a thousand volts of electricity shot through my body.

Dad looked at me quizzically, and I quickly dropped Thomas’ hand. I was determined that I was going to be strictly professional here.

I caught the tail end of Dad’s question, Do you have any questions?

No, sir.

Good. I’ll see you later then. Thomas will give you your first assignment.

I smiled at my father, then turned back toward Thomas. He leaned over to turn on the computer on the desk, then stood back up.

It was a damned good thing that I already knew how to turn on a computer, because all I could focus on was Thomas’ body. If he was trying to show me something important, I would have missed it entirely.

It was easy to see that the man worked out. His thick arms nearly burst out of his shirt and his chest and six pack were clearly defined. A sprinkling of darker hair on his chest was evident.

My mouth snapped shut, and I was pretty sure that I was going to start drooling and embarrass myself before I even started my job.

Despite my intention to focus on what Thomas was saying, all I could concentrate on was how my fingers itched to touch him. I wanted to reach out and run my fingers over his chest and back, to see him through my hands.

The impulse to touch him was so intense that my arm raised up on its own accord, reaching for him. However, instead of touching Thomas, I accidently brushed a tray full of papers off the desk. The tray hit the floor with a loud bang, and the papers flew everywhere.

The heat rose to my cheeks as my clumsiness became evident. However, I would have been a lot more embarrassed if he knew the real reason I had reached out.

I bent over to pick up the tray and the papers. My ass unintentionally rubbed against his thigh. Another shot of electricity raced through me as our bodies connected, even though the touch was for such a short amount of time.

Blushing again, I bit my lip when the intense heat flooded me, and I tried not to gasp out loud.

He turned to look at me, and I could see a bulge growing in his pants.

Good, I thought. I am not the only one who feels a connection between the two of us.

1

Amanda

Ifelt the blood rushing to my face and the heat of embarrassment flooding through me.

I had never, in my whole life, done anything even remotely close to that. If anything, I had always gone out of my way to avoid touching people, especially men. People had always referred to me as a square or a goody two-shoes because I had never even had a boyfriend.

The truth was that I was always too busy. I played basketball, both in school and travel ball. In high school, I took AP classes because I wanted the higher-grade point average, and I also wanted those classes to count for college credit. A boyfriend would have cut into study or practice time.

While I was in college, I worked, played basketball, and took a full load of classes. I watched some of the people around me. They were just as smart as I was, maybe even smarter. However, once they got into a serious relationship, they either let their grades slip or quit school altogether. I refused to fall down that rabbit hole.

That wasn’t to say that I wasn’t interested in boys, and more than once I was very tempted. However, I had a larger goal in mind. I wanted my degrees, and I wanted to graduate at the top of my class. I wasn’t going to let anyone or anything get in my way.

Now, here I was, the first day of work: bending over and showing my butt to a supervisor. Not just showing him my ass, but rubbing it on him.

What in the world came over me?

Breathing deeply, I tried to force my face to return to its natural color, which was not flaming red. Thomas had brought over a chair. I couldn’t stop myself, and I glanced at him out of the corner of my eye, and saw that he was hiding the bulge in his pants by carrying the chair in front of him.

He set the chair next to me, but was very careful not to touch me.

I had never believed in love at first sight. However, there was something about Thomas that pulled me. It called to me. There were warm fingers inside my soul twisting it into knots and a voice that screamed in the back of my head that he was an important part of my life.

My practical brain told me to knock it off. It was just the excitement of graduation and starting a new part of my life.

The war raged between my head and my heart as he began to show me how the system worked. The deep timbre of his voice reverberated in my body as he showed me how to find and log into the company intranet. Then, he explained all of the different folders that contained the projects.

My trembling hands tried to take notes as he walked me through the process of where to find the projects for our sections. He showed me how to find the projects based on need and priority. There were two projects in our department that were labeled as priority one.

Together we looked at both of them. As he explained where to find the project details, I noted that his breath smelled like a combination of coffee and peppermint. It was a very nice smell. Then, I forced myself to focus on what he was saying.

We decided that I would start on the easier project, since this would be my first. Actually, Thomas decided. I just agreed with everything he said.

He had the faintest hint of Old Spice aftershave, which was one of my favorites. I absolutely loved that smell. It was making my knees weak and my mouth water. I caught myself licking my lips like a hungry wolf.

I shook my head. I had never felt this way in my life. I had been around other men who wore Old Spice. I hadn’t acted like a drooling, mindless, love lost woman.

We traded chairs and I followed the notes he gave me. I found everything I needed, but I was positive that I would need a refresher course in the future, because I wasn’t completely focusing on what I was doing. Besides that, I would need a reason for him to come sit by me again.

My brain was swirling with thoughts, like a multi-colored disco ball at the club. Should I? Should I not? Then, my question just flew out of my mouth as though it had a thought of its own.

Do you want to get coffee after work?

Thomas looked at me intently for a second. I could see the indecision in his face. Finally, he said, There is a clear no-fraternization policy here. We both could lose our jobs.

In for a penny, in for a pound.

What if no one finds out?

Someone always finds out. He nodded at the office gossip.

I was nothing else if not a problem solver. You could come to my place.

He hesitated again. I could almost see the little angel and demon sitting on his shoulders, each whispering in his ear, telling him what he should do.

Finally, he decided. Text me your address, he said in a voice so low, I barely heard him.

Excitement flooded through me. My heart jumped into my throat and my hands shook as I programmed the number he wrote on a piece of paper for me into my phone.

I texted him my address and not a word more.

It was almost impossible for me to focus on my work. What in the world did I do? I invited a man I just met to my apartment!

That night, I put on a comfortable dress that just happened to accent my large chest and what my friends had called an apple butt. I had some pretty decent curves, which the dress flattered.

I held my breath until I heard the knock on the door. I was half afraid he wouldn’t come and half afraid he would.

He stepped into my apartment with a bottle of wine and a pizza.

We settled on the couch and he said, I don’t know what it is about you. This goes against everything I should be doing—yet here I am.

Besides the no fraternization rule at work, what is wrong with you being here?

That’s a big part of it. I need a job. However, you are also the boss’s daughter, and you are young enough to almost be my daughter.

Yet I am old enough to have two degrees, get a job honestly at an engineering company, and take care of myself. I don’t rely on my parents’ money for any of this. I am an adult. What difference does a number make?

He smiled at me slightly, and nodded. I guess you are right there.

As for being the boss’s daughter––I have to be somebody’s daughter. He’s no more or less than any other man would be.

He nodded again. Did you have a minor in philosophy or something? You make good arguments.

I shook my head. Have you met my father? My mother is just as bad. I had to spend my entire life making logical arguments for everything, including inhaling oxygen.

It wasn’t that bad, he laughed.

Dang near.

Our laughter died down as he looked intently into my eyes.

He dipped his head and our lips met. The touch was so soft at first, like the slightest breeze gently moving across. Then, he put one hand behind my head and pressed against my mouth hungrily. He sucked my bottom lip into his mouth, and traced it, ever so slowly, with his tongue.

His mouth then devoured mine, thrusting his tongue into my mouth, probing and exploring. I moaned against his mouth as the kiss caused a million butterflies to begin fluttering in my stomach.

I put my hands around his neck and lost myself in the kiss. My hands slid down his shoulders onto his chest, which I had so badly wanted to touch earlier. It was hard and felt so good beneath my fingers. I wanted to feel his bare skin, so I slowly unbuttoned his shirt and ran my hands over his chest.

I fingered the light covering of chest hair that accented his perfect manliness. He physically embodied every fantasy that I had created late at night.

The straps from my dress slid down my shoulders, leaving me bare to my waist. Thomas drew in a sharp breath as he gazed down at the large globes that presented themselves to him.

He smiled and said, Magnificent.

A thumb rubbed across one of my tight red buds. He squeezed my other breast and lifted it to his mouth. His tongue traced the outer edge of my areola. Then, he blew on it. The warm breath against my nipple against the cool area where he had breathed on me made my breath catch in my throat.

Thomas sucked my nipple