Claimed by the Boss Read Online Jenna Rose

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Insta-Love Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 22
Estimated words: 20415 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 102(@200wpm)___ 82(@250wpm)___ 68(@300wpm)
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“Okay!” I cry out, grasping him by the wrists before he can drop any farther. “Okay, I’ll take the job, just please don’t do that.”

Ethan grins, obviously pleased with himself for getting what he wants. Part of me feels like I just did something wrong—like I lost a battle between the two of us, but another part of me is brimming with excitement.

Just being around Ethan is so thrilling. His eyes, those lips, the way he smiles as he rubs his hands together, causing his biceps to bulge and stretch the fabric of his shirt.

“All right, come on,” he says. “Let’s get you a company shirt and get you to work. The day’s a-wastin’.”

* * *

I know this is a bad idea as I take the job, but I just can’t stop myself. I wanted the position when I first showed up here, and now with the bump in pay, it’s even harder to turn away and start from scratch finding somewhere else to work. I’m just going to have to do the best to remember that I have to stay away from Ethan as much as possible. Not only is he a man, but he’s also my boss, and getting involved with him would be trouble.

Big trouble.

But as I get to work reorganizing my “office,” which is nicer than Ethan made it out to be, and then start going over our mulch inventory, that prospect becomes even more and more impossible.

Everywhere I look, Ethan seems to be there. Whether it’s out by the greenhouses, over by the trucks, out front by the trees, or anywhere else on the grounds by the plants, he seems to constantly be in my eyeline.

Those big muscles of his glisten in the sun, shining with sweat, accentuating every single cut and vein. He’s wearing a shirt, but I’d bet if he stripped out of it he’d have a flawless eight-pack of abs like a bodybuilder.

Just another thing on the list of things I shouldn’t be thinking about. So I keep my head down, get to work, and do my best to prove to him that I’m not just some girl who showed up here to make it off her looks. That I’m here to work and keep this job that I’m absolutely thankful for.

I spend the whole day working, take a fifteen-minute lunch break to eat the turkey sandwich that I packed for myself, and get back to it. But by the time that I’m finishing up taking a full inventory on the tree saplings we have and enter them into the computer in my office, I hear the door open behind me and turn around to see Ethan coming in behind me, shirtless, gleaming like a bodybuilder, a water bottle in his hand.

“Well, looks like I may have made the right decision.” He smiles, nearly melting me. “I think you’re already more efficient than Michael.”

“M-Michael?”

“The guy I fired,” he says, advancing on me. “The thief.”

Oh,” I reply. “Well, I hope I’d be better than a thief.”

I back up as I feel something falter inside me. Ethan is my boss, but for some reason I feel as though we’re on our first date, not our first day working together.

“I can see this being a long and prosperous relationship together,” he says, his smile broadening.

Relationship? Did he just say relationship?

I laugh nervously and back up to the worn-out excuse for a desk he’s placed in my office. “Yeah, me too…”

What am I doing? What am I feeling? This is not supposed to be happening. I’m supposed to have complete control over myself around men. But a man like Ethan…he’s big and strong and overwhelming. With my pulse this rapid and my body heat this high, I should be searching for the nearest ice bath to plunge myself into.

“Are you all right, Mya?” he asks, stepping closer and placing his index finger under my chin. “Your cheeks are red.”

3

Ethan

Unbelievable. I knew when I hired her it was going to be tough to handle my desire for her, but I didn’t know I’d only barely be able to make it through the first day of work until I had to come and take her.

Look at her. Those perfect breeding hips just tugging at me, those plump teenage tits so perky under that work shirt I gave her, and those lips that need nothing more than to be wrapped around the shaft of my cock, getting it nice and wet before I slide it into her little pussy.

Christ, I can’t even imagine how wet and warm she feels. My dick has been some measure of stiff since the moment she stepped into my office, and now being in her presence again, it’s about ready to tear out of my pants.

If only her work uniform was a skirt and heels. I wonder if I could change it to that without her catching on…


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