Blackmailed By My Dad's Boss: A Forbidden Romance

By S.E. Law

Brick Barrister is an a$$hole.

Okay, so he’s my dad’s gorgeous, dominating boss with blue eyes that make me shiver and a build like He-Man.

But still, Brick’s arrogant and soooo frustrating.

He caught me doing something I shouldn’t, and got it on videotape!

But instead of giving the tape back like an honorable man, he’s keeping it.

In fact, Brick watches me over and over again on his phone … at work, at home, and even out in public.

Who DOES that?

I have to get that video back.

But Brick wants something as payment for his dirty blackmail … and it’s a baby with ME as the mommy!

Reality has left the room and we’re waaaay off the reservation. Our heroine is a sassy, feisty girl who makes an personal video only to be caught by her dad’s gorgeous boss red-handed. Of course, Brick takes advantage of the situation because he wants the curvy girl any way he can get her. Sit back, relax, and turn the A/C on because you’ll be sweaty and steamy reading this story! 80k full-length novel. No cheating, no cliffhangers, and always an HEA for my readers.

• Language: English
• Publisher: S.E. Law Romance Author
• Release date: Nov 23, 2020

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1

Tammy

I’ve been lying in bed for hours, too wired to fall asleep. My parents asked so many questions tonight. It’s like they knew I was about to do something insanely stupid once they were both asleep. Then again, they seem to have a sixth sense for nonsense that I think comes with parenthood. Who knows? Either way, it made me extremely nervous. I just hope they didn’t pick up on that.

But I need to stop thinking and get moving. It’s late enough that I know Mom and Dad are long since asleep. I left an already packed bag in my car, so I won’t have to lug a bunch of heavy equipment with me. After all, the goal is to make as little noise as possible as I leave the house. Stepping out of my room, I tiptoe downstairs, feeling like a thief.

It’s time to do something reckless.

Okay, so my idea is something that many people would consider totally stupid and idiotic. But my reasons for this fool’s errand are justifiable. It’s not like I’m doing this purely out of morbid curiosity or because I’m trying to steal stuff. But what I’m about to do is still technically a crime. And if I’m caught, I just might go to jail. Because of this thing called trespassing, which is part of my plan.

So it would be best if I don’t get caught…

Oh golly, I can’t believe I’m about to break into Brick Productions. My dad has worked at Brick as a video editor for years. He’s been with them almost since the very beginning, when CEO Brick Barrister founded the place. Lucky for me, Dad’s seniority means I’m familiar with the company, so I know its approximate layout. I used to tag along with my dad on days when I didn’t have school or when he wanted to show me something new and cool.

I guess what I’m doing is technically called breaking in, but then again, who’s keeping track? It isn’t going to be hard, but that doesn’t make the activity any less criminal. I just have to make sure not to get my dad, or myself, into any trouble. Legal or otherwise. My family would be devastated if I went to jail.

Focus. I need to stop thinking about how illegal what I’m doing is and just get on with it. It’s important to turn these thoughts into actions because if I can get this audition tape made, I might be able to finally achieve my lifelong dream. Besides, I’m not really breaking in because I’m using my dad’s key. I’ll just consider my actions as coming in during off-hours without informing anyone and using property that isn’t mine without permission – but only briefly and while being careful not to destroy anything. Sounds reasonable, right?

I pull into the parking lot, and turn off my headlights. Then, I tiptoe towards the building, avoiding the main entrance. Instead, I head over to the side door. I take out my dad’s key and quietly, let myself into the building. Not wanting to make any excess noise, I take the stairs and tiptoe to one of Brick Production’s many sound stages. I try not to breathe. There probably isn’t any night staff around these parts, but it’s better to be safe than sorry.

The studio has top-notch equipment, which is key. They have video cameras that literally cost as much as a house, as well as fancy sound equipment and lighting of various sizes and strengths. I’m making an audition tape for Fantastic Florists, a new reality show, and this equipment will help me produce something professional-quality.

After all, I used to watch an educational TV series about plants called Flower Power when I was a kid, and the show fueled my interests in everything floral. My childhood dream was to be one of the assistants on the show, but it was canceled right after I got started in my career.

So when a new show, Fantastic Florists, was announced recently, it felt like a sign. I have massive stage fright, but I’m putting all of that behind me because the prize is $50,000. Imagine what I could do with fifty big ones! I could open my own floral shop, which I’ve dreamed of doing for ages. It would be so great to beautify the community while interacting with customers every day.

I’ve scrutinized the numbers. Having my own outfit is definitely possible if I use the 50K prize wisely.

Plus, I’ve gotten so much experience while working at Greener Thumb, a local shop in downtown Merryton. I’m practically running the place, to be honest, and it makes me feel proud yet resentful because I hate my current boss, Abigail.

It wasn’t always like this. When I first interviewed for the position, Abigail was all smiles and really sweet. Even my first few weeks on the job were pretty great, but she revealed her true colors in time. She has this way of getting under my skin. She loves throwing around her authority and acting like just because she signs my paycheck every other week, she can do whatever she wants. I haven’t been able to quit because I really need the money, but this reality show just might be my ticket out. It’s time for me to strike out on my own in the floral industry.

But first, the audition tape. Upon arriving at the sound stage door, I use my dad’s keycard to buzz me in. This causes about five seconds of anxiety when I realize that I don’t actually know if these things work at night. Thankfully, the door clicks open without protest. Once inside, I switch on the light. It illuminates the room, and I gasp at the sound stage before me. Everything here is so professional.

Cameras, booms, mics, lights – literally everything is within reach. Brick Productions is a film production company, and they make all kinds of movies, including documentaries, thrillers, Hallmark-type holiday romances, and indie films. I haven’t seen all of their productions, but I have watched my fair share. They do good work.

But now it’s my turn to make something stellar.

I brought a huge tote bag full of my supplies. There’s already a table set up in front of the camera, so I don’t have to find one myself. Convenient.

Reaching into the bag, I take out scissors, shears, ribbon, vases, and some flowers – all tools of the trade. It’s everything I’ll need to make the perfect audition tape. I quadruple-checked this bag before leaving the house; I wasn’t about to let tonight be ruined because I forgot to bring the right flowers or the perfect ribbon.

I need to nail this audition, which I’m sure will happen. After all, I’ve practiced this an infinite number of times in front of the mirror. I’ve remade my audition arrangement so many times, I’ve started to dream about it every night.

I just need to be confident.

My dad showed me how to use all of this fancy camera stuff a while back. He’d thought it was a fun way for us to bond. I enjoyed our days together, toiling with tape decks and editing software, even if it was just a casual hobby for me. I’m not saying I could shoot an Academy Award-winning film, but I should be able to produce a decent tape tonight.

I lay out all of the tools before me, making sure they look nice and neatly arranged. I don’t want the judges to have any reason to reject me. I’m going to do such a good job that they have to choose me.

Then I do some last-minute adjustments to my hair and clothes. I didn’t bring my makeup with me because I knew if I had, I would get concerned and redo my makeup, which would put me back by an hour. Instead, I finished my makeup at home, opting for a soft, natural look. Enough to keep the lights from washing me out, but nothing too drastic.

I feel ready to start recording, so I press the little button under the table. It’s connected to the camera pointing toward me, and I see the little red light blink a few times before going solid.

I take a deep breath and whisper to myself, Okay, Tammy, you can do this. Then I look directly into the camera, putting on my biggest, brightest smile.

And…action!

"Hi! My name is Tammy Thompson, and I’m applying to be a contestant on Fantastic Florists!" I pause; I didn’t like that intro. I’d sounded too peppy. I want them to see me as enthusiastic, but not too eager. That’s ok, though. I can just redo the intro. It’s really not that hard. Editing out the parts I don’t like will be easy-peasy. Resetting myself both physically and mentally, I start again.

Just keep it light and breezy.

Hi! I’m Tammy Thompson, a florist from Merryton, NY. Today, I’m going to do an original floral arrangement. I’d thought a lot about what I wanted to do for my audition tape. The theme of the competition is Expressions of Love. I kept wondering what I should do and ended up landing on the promises of a brand-new love.

The prompt for this competition said love, but there are many different expressions of love. After sitting with my thoughts for a while, I thought it might be exciting to go with the theme of a novel romance. I’m going to start with variegated pittosporum as the foundation for the arrangement. It sounds fancy, but it’s really just a simple plant. I place the shrub on the table, already in the appropriate receptacle for the arrangement. Pittosporum is one of my favorite foundations for an arrangement. It doesn’t take away from the main attraction, the fragrant and gorgeous flowers.

I have five flowers for this arrangement: purple lilac (beginning of love), white camellias (thinking someone is adorable), red chrysanthemums (a literal ‘I love you’), red ginger (fiery passion), and a single alstroemeria (the promise of wanting love to prosper based on an already strong bond). I also have lily grass to add some toned-down accents. I already know these flowers will look good together. Like I said, I’ve made this arrangement numerous times in preparation for this moment. Now, I just have to make it a final time for the camera.

I’ve kept my flower choices under the table because I want to reveal them one by one while explaining their significance and why they were chosen. The lilacs are next, and I pull them from under the table, explaining my choice while expertly arranging them. The white camellias come third, and then I move on to the red chrysanthemums.

Fiery passion.

Holding one of the flowers by the stem, I twirl it back and forth. I haven’t felt fiery passion in a long while. My last boyfriend was over two years ago, and I’m not going to lie – I’m a little sex-starved.

Bending slightly forward, I rest my elbows on the table and hold the flower right in front of my face. It’s such a beautiful red. I can see how people who saw this flower had wanton thoughts come to their mind. The delicate petals start off closed but open up until they are fully presenting themselves at the edges. The red becomes more defined on the edges as well. It’s a truly pretty plant.

The hot lights are making me feel warm. I run my hand down my neck, letting the tips of my fingers rest on my collarbone for a few seconds. All of this ambience gets me to thinking about how I wouldn’t totally mind stripping in front of the camera. Maybe it’s a crazy thought, but I’m feeling kind of frisky, and it’s not like anyone is going to see except for me.

I can’t even begin to figure out what has gotten into me. I’ve always been a good girl. Kept to myself, and never got into any trouble. I’ve never been one for dates and partying. In fact, the boyfriend from two years ago is the only guy I’ve ever dated, and we were together for years. The sex was good, but it was also pretty tame. I’ve never done anything crazy or unexpected. I’m really just a bookworm who everyone thinks is a big old square. Probably because I keep my life pretty square. The sauciest action I see comes from the romance novels I have on my bookshelf.

Well, maybe a little change isn’t so bad, I whisper to myself as I put the chrysanthemum back down on the table. But I’m going to need a little bit of space on the table if this is really about to happen, so I carefully slide everything I arranged on the table to the side. That should give me enough room to sit on the table.

I turn back to the camera, my full body now in view. Maybe what I’m about to do is ridiculous, but it seems like it will be fun. I’ve never done anything like this before, and this may be the only time I have the privacy I need, as well as such good equipment.

I push the straps of my dress off my shoulders and let them hang down. Then I pull my arms through and catch my dress, holding the front of it to my breasts before letting it fall to the floor. The fabric pools at my feet. I step out from the deformed circle it’s made and kick it to the side. I’m not sure how far away it flies, but I can get it later.

I’m in my bra and panties now. I do a little twirl for the camera, making sure it catches me from all angles. Dear God, this is so naughty! I’ve never done anything remotely like this before. I really am the most vanilla person on the planet.

But this strip tease for the camera is giving me a perverse sort of thrill, and I don’t want to stop.

I undo my bra next, letting it slide down my arms before throwing it in the same direction as my dress. My panties are the last clothing item to go. My back faces the camera as I bend over, pulling the white cotton down my legs and dropping it on the floor.

Turning back around, my eyes glance around the table for sexual inspiration. Fortunately for me, I brought a glass vase with a long, narrow opening that’s about two inches in diameter. It’s perfect.

I’m really about to do this, I mumble to myself. This is happening, Tammy.

Taking a final deep breath, I climb onto the table. Deciding I should probably lubricate the glass a little bit, just to make this whole process easier, I spit on the thin opening and spread the lubricant around the rim.

I hang one leg over the side and bend the other one so that the bottom of my foot is planted squarely on the table's surface. Not wanting to waste any more time, I place the top of the vase at my opening and push it inside of me. I grunt a little bit as my walls part. The smooth glass glides against my insides as it goes as deep as possible. My head falls back as my walls clench around the long cylinder.

Fuck, I sigh. I continue to move the vase inside my pussy, pushing and pulling it in and out of my body. The arm holding me up feels weak, and I fall back onto the table, keeping my legs open wide. My eyes flutter closed as my entire body ignites with passion. I feel the neck of the vase get slick with my juices, allowing the long cylinder to move within me with more ease.

While fucking myself with the vase, I use my now free hand to play with my clit. I rub little circles over my sensitive bud, sending shots of pleasure up my spine and through my entire body.

The overhead lights are like a warm blanket seeping into my already burning skin. It’s like the warm summer sun on a nearly perfect day. My own moans reach my ears and egg me on even further. I’m here, turning myself on. Everything feels so good, so perfect. My insides twist and turn, and I press harder on my clit as my body climbs closer and closer to release.

Jesus Christ, I sigh, along with other expletives that fall from my lips. I’ve touched myself before, but this is more intense. I feel electric. It’s like lightning is rushing through my body. My back arches, my body reaching for the ceiling. Maybe it’s because of the setting or the circumstances. I don’t know, but tonight, something is different.

Come on, come on, I breathe. Biting down on my bottom lip, my eyes open. I’m actually performing for the camera because I want to watch the tape later. Everything is going great when there’s a slight scratching sound from the corner. Odd.

Dismissing it as my imagination, I keep going. It’s much too late for anyone else to be here, and I’m so close. I don’t want to lose this momentum, this feeling. My muscles are clamping down. My breathing picks up, and soon, orgasm tears through me. Pleasure ripples throughout my entire being. My fingers grip onto the neck of the vase, needing something, anything, to stabilize myself as I cry out with pleasure.

Suddenly, another noise permeates the fog in my brain, and my eyes instinctively dart in its direction.

Tammy?

What? Who said that? This time, I know the sound is definitely not in my head. It’s too clear, and the person is saying my name.

Suddenly, my eyes land on a huge shadow in the corner and my mouth goes dry.

Oh shit! It’s Brick Barrister, my dad’s boss! What the hell is he doing here?

My mouth is already wide open in mid-orgasmic bliss, and his gorgeous face sends another wave of sparks to my pussy. To my absolute horror, my body keeps coming. I’ve let go of the glass by this time, and I hear it hit the ground. Taking my hands from my clit, I hold on to the table, gripping the sides. My shoulders scrunch up as I try to ride out this wave as quickly as possible. Unfortunately, moans of ecstasy rise out from my throat before I’m able to stifle them.

One small silver lining: it doesn’t take me too long to finish coming and once I’m done, I shoot up from the table, back straight and eyes wide.

Brick, I breathe. He really is such a beautiful man, and in any other circumstance, I would welcome such a nice view to brighten up my day. But when I’m naked, fucking myself with a vase after breaking into his company? I’m not sure this situation could be any worse.

Tammy, he says again. I can’t tell what he’s feeling. Probably anger. I mean, he’s just found me in a compromising position in his studio. Oh God, my dad is going to get fired! We’re going to be penniless! Not only that, but Brick is going to tell everyone what happened. Why wouldn’t he? What I’ve done is absolutely crazy.

Oh my God! I’m going to jail! I’m in so much fucking trouble. I had two jobs tonight: film my audition and don’t get caught breaking and entering. I didn’t accomplish either of those.

I’m so fucking screwed!

What in the hell is he doing here anyway? It’s the middle of the night, so no one’s supposed to be here. I’d scoped out the place for a few days, and everyone was always gone well before now. Who comes to work this late? Oh, dear God, what have I done?

2

Brick

Ican be such an idiot sometimes. Robert reminded me to double-check that I had all of the files I needed for our big meeting tomorrow. And he said it more than once, the bastard. I brushed him off because so many of our files are digital now. We made the push a few years ago; it was just the business-savvy thing to do. That way, I can access our files anywhere, as long as I have internet.

I mean, we’re almost a fully digital company. There are still a few files offline, which is probably what Robert was alluding to. But he wasn’t straightforward about what files he meant. I should have known something was up at that point – he likes to be vague if he knows it’ll get under my skin.

I’ve gotten so used to it, I thought he was just being his usual annoying self. His weirdness often goes over my head anyway. We’ve known one another for so long that sometimes it’s easier to just let it go in one ear and out the other.

It may sound stupid that I ignore my friend because he’s weird, but simply calling Robert weird doesn’t fully encapsulate his personality. He’s the type of guy who will hire a clown for a Friday meeting.

Yes, that has happened, and it ended up not being as horrible as it sounds, but that’s Robert. He’ll also say wild statements he calls his little pebbles of wisdom.

But tonight, I arrived home, relaxed, had dinner, and worked out a little – my entire nighttime routine. It’s what I always do before settling in to finish any last-minute work. It was pretty late by the time I realized I’d fucked up.

I’m going through the files, and bam! One of them is missing. A few of our files only exist in hard-copy format to protect against hacking. Yeah, that’s great and all, but now, I’m back at the office, it’s almost midnight, and I’m really fucking annoyed. And the only person I can be annoyed with is myself because this was a totally avoidable problem. All I had to do was double-check my briefcase like Robert recommended. He’s going to have a field day with this tomorrow.

Goddamn stupid idiot. You should have just listened to Robert. He usually knows what he’s talking about, even if he is a little weird, I mumble to myself as I get out of my car. I’ve been kicking myself in the butt ever since I realized I forgot the file. It’s definitely a little over the top, all of this self-deprecation, but this is a big waste of my time. And one thing I really hate is wasting time. But kicking myself in the ass won’t solve anything, so I need to calm down.

Thankfully, I don’t live too far away from the office. I should be home no later than 12:30. It’s a quick in and out. Just grab the folder and go back home. If the folder is where I left it, this trip inside shouldn’t take me more than ten minutes, and then I’ll be back at my apartment in another fifteen.

Walking inside, I go straight to my office. The file should be in my desk. I open the drawer and find what I’m looking for easily. It’s sitting right at the front of the files I have in my desk. It would have been so easy to have just grabbed this before I left. It was literally right there.

You caused me so much grief, I say to the papers. I sigh and then lock up my desk. I’m sure no one at the company would steal from me, but I like to take extra precautions just in case. Honestly, you never really know what could happen. People are in and out of this building all of the time, and there are so many stories of corporate espionage today, it’s enough to give anyone a scare.

I bend over to lock the drawer, causing my phone and my earbuds to fall to the floor. It’s a small inconvenience to pick them up off the floor, but it feels like a large one because I am so tired.

Mentally shoring myself, I pick my phone and earbuds back up. With my earbuds out, though, I hear some weird noises. It sounds as if someone else is in the building, but it’s much too late for the night staff to still be here. By this time, everyone who works for me has gone home.

Who the fuck could that be?

Are we getting robbed? We have a really good security system, but it’s not impossible for someone to break in if they really want to.

Shit! This is the worst possible time for a break-in. Everything’s insured, so we wouldn’t lose money, technically. But the whole process of calling the cops and filing a report would take up so much time. And time is money. Plus, with our big meeting tomorrow, I don’t want this mess to get in the way. The fewer distractions I have the better. Having to deal with the police and the insurance company would be too much of a hassle.

Of course, even if we didn’t have a big meeting tomorrow, I wouldn’t want to deal with the police or the insurance company. Every time I have to talk to an agent, it’s like my soul is being sucked from my body. I usually pass that task off to the accounting department and human resources, but a complaint like this would most definitely have to go through me. Especially if I’m the one who witnessed the robbery.

Maybe I should call the authorities, though. If I call 9-1-1, they could arrest the thieves. That way, I would not have to interact with the burglars at all. But it would take the cops way too long to get here, and by then, these criminals could have stolen a lot of valuable equipment. It all comes down to a decision between confronting the bigger part of the issue now or later.

No, it’s better if I confront these guys now. Once I have them cornered, I can call the cops. Or maybe, if they haven’t actually stolen anything yet, I can just chase them away and forget about this whole disaster. Whatever happens, I should talk to Robert about updating our alarms and adding extra security.

Leaving the file on my desk, I quietly make my way

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I love it so much. I've read it practically in one day. It has everything you want in a book like this. Perfect amount of romantic and some drama and some thrills. And a very happy ending. Highly recommend.
P. S. I feel like I wat to read it AGAIN!