The Bitchy Client

By Amelia Dawson

Scott has been doing his best to resist Jessica, but when he's faced with a client that is as gorgeous as she is rude, Jessica uses it as an opportunity to drop the subtlety with Scott. Scott never thought he'd be the type of man that slept with his employees, and perhaps he never would have initiated anything himself, but he discovers that when temptation pulls off his clothes, he can't resist.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Amelia Dawson
• Release date: Jan 23, 2023
• ISBN: 9798215307878

Amelia Dawson

I write Erotica in a style that some people might consider a little taboo.I hope you find something that you enjoy reading as much as I enjoyed writing it!Favorite Jokes:"He's a 10. But accidentally got your mom pregnant while you were out of town . . . now you aren't sure if he's your boyfriend, or your stepdad."During sex:Her: oh, deeper.....Him: what's the meaning of life?Her: no, harder...Him: solve Fermat's last theorem....Her: ffs! Just come.....Him: on Eileen?~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Add me as a 'favorite author' or sign up for 'smashwords alerts' so you'll get an email notification with my new releases!

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The Bitchy Client

Published by Amelia Dawson at Smashwords

Copyright 2022 Amelia Dawson

All characters depicted in this work are 18 years of age or older.

Chapter 23

The Bitchy Client

Late that night, Scott was finalizing timesheets for his staff when he heard his door bang open, and a beautiful woman strode through. Scott admired how her long blond hair cascaded around her shoulders like a waterfall. She wore a bright pink tank top that was stretching against her large breasts, which seemed to be straining in an attempt to break free, and the bare skin of her ample cleavage was adorned with a shining silver locket.

Involuntarily, he glanced down at her legs—they were long and slender in her riding boots.

It made him remember the feel of Jessica’s legs sliding against his under the table. He wasn’t sure what Jessica was playing at, but she had been winding him up all week.

Are you Scott? said the woman angrily.

Yes, and you are? he replied, trying to snap his mind back to the present and shake away the image he had of Jessica rubbing her hand along his leg.

Lidia—we’ve spoken on the phone.

Of course, I remember. What can I do for you, Lidia?

What can you do for me? she repeated.