Bossing the Accountant

By M. J. Ames

Taken by the Board

Accountant Lola Jefferson likes things a certain way. Crisp. Precise. Exact. And if she doesn't perform to her own standards, she's the first to admit she deserves to be punished.

Lola's boss is known as The Boardroom Dom for a reason. Will Lola's latest accounting screwup land her in the boardroom hot seat again, behind closed doors and in executive session?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Sand Dune Books
• Release date: Apr 3, 2024
• ISBN: 9798223496649

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Taken by the Board

Accountant Lola Jefferson likes things a certain way. Crisp. Precise. Exact. And if she doesn’t perform to her own standards, she’s the first to admit she deserves to be punished.

Lola's boss is known as The Boardroom Dom for a reason. Will Lola's latest accounting screwup land her in the boardroom hot seat again, behind closed doors and in executive session?

Bossing the Accountant

It is time, Miss Jefferson.

Lola Jefferson looked up from the magazine she was pretending to read, her gaze skittering to her left. She closed the periodical and sat it precisely on the coffee table where she had picked it up, moments earlier. She stood, smoothed her navy skirt over her hips, picked up her brief case, and moved toward the man who had just called her name.

Rod Walsh. CEO of Norton TecTroniks. Her boss.

She passed him, her gaze downcast, noticing that the cuffs of his black pants were approximately one inch deep, starched and creased so that they stood in a perfect vee over his spit-shined and polished wing-tip shoes.

Inwardly, she smiled. She required neat and tidy.

And so, she knew, did Mr. Walsh.

Yes, they were compatible, in that way. In others, not so much.

Her heels clicked on the hardwood floor as she made her way toward the conference room.

To your left, Rod Walsh said.

She nodded, although she knew the way, and kept her gaze straight ahead. Looking at him was not permitted. She knew this. She knew it well.

Upon entering the boardroom, she glimpsed inside and gasped. A short bust of air whooshed from her chest and escaped her lips. At the same time, a prick of sexual desire shot straight between her legs. She stifled a shiver. As quick as she could manage, she cast her eyes down again, closed her lips tight, and concentrated only at the backs of the high leather conference chairs that flanked the shiny mahogany boardroom table.

She halted.

The door clicked shut behind her. Then the second snick. Locked.

Miss Jefferson?

She waited for him. You may respond, Miss Jefferson.

Yes, Mr. Walsh?

You gasped. Is there some concern here?

She studied the pattern in the carpet. Her chest fluttered. No, Sir.

He didn’t say anything more. Instead, he paced around the shorter end of the table and to the far side, away from her. In the peripheral shadows of her vision, she counted three men. Four, including Mr. Walsh. There had never been four before. Generally there was only one in addition to her superior. Once, there had been two. But today a total of four?

Lola bit the inside of her lip, trying not to show displeasure. She must have screwed up royally this time.

This was an unexpected meeting, Miss Jefferson. The board had not anticipated having to meet so quickly after the last time. He paused. You do remember the last time, Miss Jefferson?

Oh yes. She remembered.

Miss Jefferson, you may look at me for a moment.

Her gut twitched. He never had her look at him this quickly. This time was going to be different.

The twitch in her