After Hours: Office Antics, #1

By Cass Kincaid

I made a mistake when I let her go. Now I'll do whatever it takes to get her back.

I'm Chase Lancaster—wealthy CEO and respected boss. I'm confidant, dominant
And still in love with Amber Shelton.
She's more than my employee. She's the one that got away.
Now, I'm determined to get her back.
Seeing her standing there, on an auction block for a charity event, I know I have to be the highest bidder in order to win the evening with her.
And to win her heart.
And I will, because Amber is mine. All it will take is one touch for her to remember just how true that statement is.

 

After Hours is the first standalone steamy romance short story in the Office Antics Series.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Cass Kincaid
• Release date: May 2, 2019
• ISBN: 9781386340737

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After Hours

Short Story #1, Office Antics Series

Cass Kincaid

Chapter One

Amber

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When I found out about the auction being held at our sales office’s meeting hall, I had no intention of attending. I certainly had no intention of including myself in the long line of women being put on the auction block. Not after the soul-crushing breakup I’d just been through. It’d be too damn embarrassing.

But Jennie—she’s persistent as hell. She knew my reasons for not wanting to go, yet she was still able to manage a convincing onslaught of determined answers to every excuse I came up with.

Which leads me here, to the moment I’m standing up on the makeshift auction block with some of the other women and men from work, auctioning ourselves off in jest for a reputable local charity.

I don’t know why I let Jennie talk me into this. Must be some ridiculous friendship-code thing we’ve established after so many years of dealing with each other’s bullshit attempts at finding love.

That said, the auctioneer—I recognize him as one of the gentlemen from the payroll department—is rambling at a hundred miles an hour, pretending to be a professional but failing miserably, but at least I can understand enough to know that it’s me he’s auctioning off.

The stupid lights in the room are harsh and bright, and they’re pointed directly at me and the others still waiting for their turn, so I have to squint my eyes to try to see whose hands are raising each time I hear the auctioneer raise the bid a little bit higher.

It sounds like it’s going well, though, and I’m certainly feeling pretty good about it as the sum of money goes higher and higher with each raised hand from the audience. Hell, who knew a simple date with me was worth so