Seducing The Boss

By Carmella -

Ivy Smith never had a normal life - her mother died when she was just a child and her father was so addicted to gambling he'd lost everything they had, which caused her to bounce from relatives to homeless shelters. Now at the age of 25, Ivy was at a lost sleeping in her car when she stumbled across a job ad online.

"You're going to pay me a thousand dollars a week to be a maid? What's the catch?"

The White's - a rich couple who had more money than they knew what to do with. They seemed to have it all; gorgeous looks, expensive taste, and the capital to go with it. Ivy could have a taste of it all under one circumstance.
She was asked to do the unthinkable....

"I want you to seduce my husband."

She should have left, but that's when he glided through the door, sex on legs...Mr. White.

• Language: English
• Publisher: After Hours Publications
• Release date: Aug 27, 2020
• ISBN: 9781005238858

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SEDUCING THE BOSS

BY, CARMELLA

Published by After Hours Publications at Smashwords

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©2017 After Hours Publications, Inc.

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

Contains explicit language & adult themes suitable for ages 17+

TABLE OF CONTENTS

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER SIX

CHAPTER SEVEN

CHAPTER EIGHT

CHAPTER NINE

CHAPTER TEN

Chapter One

In the balmy summer heat of June, I stepped out of my beat up 2003 Chevy Impala. One quick glance at the time displayed in the dash, revealed I was almost twenty minutes late for my interview.

Just great, Ivy. Obviously, money does not make you move any faster.

I hit almost a hundred on the highway to get there on time, but my efforts proved pointless. I was still late. Glancing at my reflection in the driver's side window, I tugged and tried to shape my unruly black curls. The heat completely destroyed my hair. Frizzy strands broke free from my bun and fell along my face. My ebony skin glistened with sweat from the summer sun, that baked me continuously on my ride here. I sighed and threw up my hands in defeat before smoothing out the wrinkles in my blouse and spinning on my heels to head into my potential workplace.

The outskirts of the town of Bayside was absolutely breathtaking. It held not only miles of green pastures and open space, but grandiose homes were brilliantly displayed in the countryside. The mansion staring back at me could have been painted and sold for hundreds of thousands of dollars based on beauty alone. It did not disappoint. But what ran through my mind at this very moment was the amount of rooms I'd have to clean. I never liked cleaning to begin with, but that old saying ‘beggars can’t be chooser’s’ had never been so true. I’d clean until my fingers bled, if it meant having a place to stay and money in my pocket. Too many times I’d found myself scrounging to find meals for the day. All because of the stupidity of my step-father, who’d left me in so much fucking debt, I was drowning in bills. Unable to procure any source of stability and forced to bounce around from friend to friend. That kind of dependence on your friends tends to ruin your relationship. Not that I’d had many true friends to begin with. Only a couple who were out experiencing the world the way a twenty-three-year-old should.

I shoved the rising feeling of resentment swirling in my chest down, and climbed out of my car, wincing as the door creaked embarrassingly. No matter how long I’ve had this car, the groan of the old, rusted metal had never gotten easier to hear. Especially, when people around you look at you with disgust because of it. I walked along the cement path that was framed by perfectly trimmed bushes and array of colorful flowers. The end of the walkway led to a large white oak door with two large bay windows on either side that revealed parts of the living room.

There was no doubt in my mind that these people were rolling in money. The online newspaper ad said the salary was a thousand dollars a week. This was the only reason I drove my ass three hundred miles to interview for this job. I was broke and could barely afford the essentials. The air conditioner in my car was broken and I had exhausted all my resources trying to get it fixed. At least the nights were cooler, so when I slept in my front seat, I wouldn’t die of heat stroke.

I pressed the bell and could faintly hear the ringing inside of the house. I glanced anxiously down at my hands. Job interviews were never fun. It felt like an eternity until the door opened, but it was actually only a minute later. Mrs. White was a beautiful woman. Sun-kissed blonde hair, wrinkle free face, striking turquoise eyes that held a hint of dark blue and a pristine outfit, all went into making her appear somewhat regal. Her thin lips turned upwards in a polite smile.

I'm assuming you're Ivy Smith?

I smiled while nodding and extended my hand towards her. She took it and gave me a firm handshake.

I am, it's nice to meet you Mrs. White, I responded as she released my hand and stepped back for me to enter. I closed the door behind me and quickly followed her thru a breathtaking foyer. I was in awe of the marble floors and winding staircase with detail carved railing. But, the masterpiece was a chandelier with crystal bulbs that imitated a real blooming flower. My wallet ached at the mere sight of this room. I could only imagine what the rest of the house looked like.

Likewise. My first name is Sonya, but you should never address me as such. We'll be conducting the interview in the dining room. Is there anything I can get you? Water, fresh fruit? She called over her shoulder before disappearing into the kitchen through a swinging door.

Waters fine. The dining room was filled with a Canaletto walnut table fixed with graphite finishing. The library back in my home town held the same one. The project took a good chunk of the refurbishing budget, but the town got what it wanted –a strikingly beautiful and expensive show piece. I sat and thanked Mrs. White when she placed my drink on the table in front of me.

I suppose you'd like to get right down to business. You seem like the type that appreciates the direct approach.

Yes, I replied after taking a quick sip from my glass. I'm very interested in this job. My fingers unconsciously fiddled with the hole in my pants pocket. I wore my best pair of black formal dress-pants and they still had some minor imperfections. She smiled, satisfied by my answer and walked to the chair across from me before sitting down.

Good. It would require your stay for the summer. It is unlikely your services will be needed beyond that time frame. As we supply room and board, there is a bedroom on the third floor that would be assigned to you. The job duties include cleaning, cooking, errands-- you can cook right?

Oh yes Ma'am. I took a couple of cooking classes in college so I'm fairly confident in my abilities. That and the fact I’ve had to take care of myself growing up but I wasn’t going divulge my misfortune. I hated the look of pity I received whenever I ventured deeper into the harrowing parts of my life.

Very good. Now my husband and I are very busy people so there may be days where you're here by yourself, or you won't see us around. The desk in the office down the hall has a list of numbers we can be reached as well as emergency contacts in case of emergency. Do you have any questions so far? She stated.

Uh, yes... I just wanted to confirm the amount I'll be getting paid--

A thousand dollars, cash. Every Friday. She interrupted.

I don't know what to say, I admitted while shifting in my seat anxiously. That's more than a fair share of money. I just can't help feeling that there's a catch. This place isn’t haunted is it? I quipped, earning a chuckle from her. She shook her head slowly, her eyes closed briefly before they opened and stared directly at me. Silence stretched for a couple of minutes, I began to get uncomfortable by the intensity of her gaze.

For someone so young I hadn’t expected you to be concerned with the generous amount we’re offering.

Panic seized my movement, and my knee jerked upward against the table, knocking a few droplets of water onto the glazed wood. My eyes widened, mortified that my anxiousness was getting the best of me. I’ve offended her.

Shaking my head, I watched as she rose and swiped a hand towel that was neatly hanging on the oven handle, before handing it to me.

Mrs.White, I didn’t mean to offend you. I’m extremely grateful for this opportunity. Whatever amount you deem fit, I’m not here to question. I’m just stupefied by your generosity – offering room and board, food and still paying one thousand dollars a week. Where I’m from, that’s unheard of.

Ivy, She placated, placing a hand gently on my forearm as I finished drying up the spilt water. I halted my hand staring upward to meet her gaze. I can assure you, for what I am asking you to do, there is no fair price.

I cleared my throat awkwardly, my smile faltering slightly by her confusing words.

Mrs. White smiled quickly and released her hold on my hand.

Mrs. White, why do I get the feeling we’re discussing something different than my job duties as maid?

You seem... open-minded. Her eyes glanced down at the table.

Is that so, I questioned and tilted my head curiously. Sonya angled her chair back slightly and crossed her legs. Her blue eyes became arctic, as intimidating as they were beautiful. I felt horribly out of place.

Breath, Ivy.

Sonya smiled quickly before turning to stare out of the large bay windows. She gazed out at a beautiful pool with glistening blue waters. It's just-- well the task I’ll be asking of you is a hefty one. Her voice trailed off into thin air before she turned her head to meet my gaze. I leveled my eyes to meet her gaze and let out a shaky breath. How bad could it be? Hell, at this point I was so desperate for money, I'd say yes to almost anything.

I owed so much money that even my debt had debt. It was a ridiculous amount. Thanks in large part to my father being a compulsive gambler and using my social security number to acquire several lines of credit, amongst other things, just to bet and lose it all. It screwed me over in the long run, but that’s a story for another time. I'm concerned, but like you said, I shifted in my seat again. I'm open-minded.

She laughed lightly and slowly made her way to a