Secrets of Temptation: An Office Romance

By Michelle Love

After finding a photo of Max in a compromising position with his ex-girlfriend, Alexis runs away from him again. 

This time she's leaving Houston and changing her phone number so he can never find her. 

The only person she can think of to help her out while she starts her life over again is her older brother's best friend f

• Language: English
• Publisher: Blessings For All, LLC
• Release date: May 23, 2020
• ISBN: 9781648084287

Michelle Love

Mrs. Love writes about smart, sexy women and the hot alpha billionaires who love them. She has found her own happily ever after with her dream husband and adorable 5 year old. Currently, Michelle is hard at work on the next book in the series, and trying to stay off the Internet. "Thank you for supporting an indie author. Anything you can do, whether it be writing a review, or even simply telling a fellow reader that you enjoyed this. Thanks!" Sign up for her mailing list to receive advanced notifications before she launches her next book so that you can get it at a discounted and most times FREE! Use the link below to subscribe and enjoy your copy of "Dirty Little Virgin:  A Submissives Secrets Novel" https://dl.bookfunnel.com/3s2x148uer  Follow me on facebook: https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100014912882501 

Book preview

1

Max

Abird chirps at my window, waking me from the best sleep I’ve ever had. As I rub at my sleep filled eyes I roll over to wrap my arms around the woman I will spend the rest of my life with.

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Where the hell is she?

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Panic runs through me as I jump out of bed, praying Lexi’s in the bathroom. I throw open the door and hear nothing. She’s not in here and something is lying on the floor.

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Oh, God, no!

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That damn Ashley took a horrible selfie of me doing some bad stuff to her. Lexi must’ve seen this and freaked out.

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I can’t believe that crazy bitch, Ashley. I swear I could strangle her right now.

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I need to get dressed and go find Lexi before she does something stupid.

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She was aware I was dating Ashley for the love of God. Why does she have to be so damn flighty?

2

Alexis

Pink stains the sky as I pull into Logan’s driveway in Dallas. It’s a very nice brick home in a suburban neighborhood. I haven’t seen him since I was eighteen when Logan came with Josh, my brother who he was best friends with, to my graduation. He’s the only sort of a friend I have ever had. Not that he was my friend, but he was nice to me.

It seemed smarter to go stay with someone I’m not related to since Max knows how to Google me and find out everything that there is to know about me. I called my mother and told her the deal and for her not to worry, but I couldn’t tell her where I was or Max might get it out of her.

Logan had to leave for work already, so he left a key under the mat and told me to make myself at home and to take the second bedroom on the left. The house is a large, red brick with pretty shrubs in front.

As I enter his house, I can smell coffee he must’ve made before he left. In the rush I didn’t ask him if anyone else lived here with him. The place is really nice, and he has some smancy things in here. I round the corner to the kitchen and find a note that he left for me, along with some donuts next to the pot of coffee.

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Alex,

Make yourself at home. Don’t bother looking for a job just yet. I may have something for you. Relax and you can tell me all about what happened when I get home around six. Don’t cook, I’ll bring something home for us to eat. I’m glad you came to me. Don’t worry, everything will be fine.

3

Logan

Just like a big brother, always there when I need him. I drift through the large house, gazing at his things. Nowhere are there any pictures of a significant other. There’s one of a yellow lab, but no girls.

Logan is thirty-five, and the last time I saw him, he was cute in a tall, skinny, nerdy way. It’s been eight years. I wonder how he looks now.

Down the hall I make my way until I find the second door on the left and open it to find a nice-sized bed in the middle of a good sized room. A dark green blanket lies over the bed and a couple of big, fluffy pillows top it. I fall on the bed, and roll over it.

It’s soft and comfy and begging me to sleep. I am exhausted after running from the mansion and throwing my things in the van and driving four hours. A familiar scent wafts up to me, and I realize I still have on the T-shirt Max lent me to sleep in.

4

Max

She’s gone. Her things are gone, and she’s vanished. Her cell’s been turned off and I have no idea of how to find her. My only hope is she’ll calm down and realize she made too much out of the damn picture. I tore that thing to pieces and flushed it. After that, I scoured my whole place to be sure the psycho, Ashley, didn’t hide anything else which might ruin my life further.

My bedroom was too lonely so I am lying on another bed in another room, drinking Jack Daniels straight from the bottle and watching the weather channel for some strange reason.

Where ever she is I hope the weather’s nice. The sun should always shine on her. With the story she told me about getting beat up by a bunch of mean girls when she was a teenager, it’s no wonder she doesn’t trust my feelings for her. It’s no wonder she saw that picture and thought that I was just using her and would drop her right after I had her.

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I wasn’t though. I was going to keep her with me forever. The whisky burns as it hits my empty stomach, but I don’t care. In a little while I won’t feel anything. I won’t feel the crack in my heart she’s left or the continuous urge to bawl like a freaking baby.

The cruelty of not at the very least letting me know she’s okay is not a thing I thought her capable of. Sweet and sincere though she is, her insecurities have a way of making her do things she doesn’t understand are hurtful and mean.

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Just one phone call from her is all I need. I need to know she’s alright.

5

Alexis

Some tapping sound wakes me up and I open my eyes and wonder where I am.

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Oh, yeah, Logan’s.

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I stretch and realize the sound is coming from the bedroom door. It must be Logan. Come in.

The door opens, and some man is standing there. Hey, little Alex.

I blink and rub my eyes which burn because I fell asleep with my contacts on. The blurry man comes into focus and I see tiny resemblances to the Logan I used to know.

He’s no longer thin and tall, he’s buff and tall. His usually unkempt, wavy hair is cut in a neat short style that enhances the sandy blonde color. You filled out.

I had pulled my hair out of the ponytail before I fell asleep and he runs his hand through it. So have you, Little Alex. You’ve turned into quite a woman.

I blush and glance away. Thanks for letting me crash here.

Yeah, no problem. Well, get up and meet me in the kitchen and we can eat and you can tell me what all’s going on with you.

As he walks away he turns back and smiles as he shakes his head and chuckles to himself. Then he leaves me alone and I pull the T-shirt up to my nose and take the last sniff of Max I’ll ever smell.

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It’s time to move on, I’m not in his league and that’s that. He’s a playboy and I’m a good girl who doesn’t do those things he wants. No matter how great they felt. He does it to all the girls. I was no one special to him. He’ll have me replaced by tonight, I have no doubts about that.

Changed into a pair of shorts and one of my own T-shirts, I follow the sound of music playing softly. I find Logan sitting on a stool at his bar and sipping some kind of drink. There she is, he says and stands holding his arms open. Come, let me hug the misery from you, poor child.

I fall into his arms and let him hug me as I hug him back. It’s been such a long time since I had a platonic hug and I’ve missed them. You’re already making me feel better, Logan.

Finally he lets me go and motions for me to take the stool next to his. A takeout box sits in front of me and a tall glass with some dark liquid sits next to it. I hope that’s Mr. Pibb.

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He nods. I picked it up just for you, Alex. I remembered.

"I bet you did. I bugged you enough to always bring me one when you came to visit