Just a Bit Bossy (Straight Guys #12) Read Online Alessandra Hazard

Categories Genre: Erotic, Gay, GLBT, M-M Romance, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Straight Guys Series by Alessandra Hazard
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Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 69138 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 346(@200wpm)___ 277(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
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Nate rolled his eyes. “It’s nine in the evening and my workday has been over for three hours now. So I can look like a mess if I want to. I hope you aren’t stopping me from my date with my pillow just because you wanted to comment on my messy appearance.”

“I’m too keyed up. Come over here and jerk me off.”

Nate stared at him.

Ferrara stared right back, insufferably arrogant, confident, and without a hint of shame.

Nate laughed a little. “Is this now part of my job description?”

“It is, if I say so. If you don’t like the job, you can always quit.”

Nate scoffed. “You wish,” he said before striding over to his boss and kneeling.

***

That was how the whole thing had started. The thing being the fact that he now gave Ferrara handjobs every time the dick was up for it—pun intended.

It was both extremely weird and not weird at all. Ferrara didn’t act any differently toward him just because Nate relieved his tension as part of his job. Nate didn’t delude himself into thinking that the arrangement was more than just a matter of convenience for Ferrara. Now the guy didn’t have to go through the inconvenience of meeting with his booty calls if he felt stressed and frustrated at work. Granted, Nate was sure Ferrara was still getting laid on the weekends, but the rest of the week Nate’s hand was being put to—very frequent—use. Not that he received as much as a “thank you” for his efforts.

So nope, Satan didn’t act any differently toward him.

Nate couldn’t say the same about himself. He did feel a little differently now that he intimately knew the shape and the feel of his boss’s cock. He didn’t hate Ferrara any less, but he wasn’t as scared of him. There had simply come a point when he’d realized that Ferrara was just a man, made of flesh and blood, who liked getting his rocks off when he wasn’t reducing his employees to tears. Maybe his friend Ben did have a point, after all.

The handjobs had another unexpectedly good side-effect: they made him totally zen at work. As his fifth month at the Caldwell Group came to an end, nothing fazed Nate anymore. He wasn’t sure why. Maybe it was because he’d already hit rock bottom and nothing could possibly be more challenging than giving handies to the devil. Or maybe he’d just gotten used to his job—or used to his boss. Either way, Ferrara could give him any amount of ridiculous tasks and they no longer made him break into a panic. A dozen different tasks that contradicted each other? No problem. Nate now knew what tasks to delegate to the secretaries and couriers, and what tasks he had to do himself. It was manageable. Tolerable. His job was surprisingly tolerable. He sometimes actually found himself enjoying the challenge.

“God, I don’t know how you do it,” Brenda said one afternoon after Satan had dressed down dozens of people at the quarterly meeting. “I’m frankly amazed you’re still here. No one has ever stayed this long as his PA.”

Nate probably shouldn’t have felt pleased hearing that. But hey, it was totally something to be proud of. It required balls of steel and the patience of a saint to put up with Ferrara for so long.

“And the weird thing is, you aren’t even polite to him,” Brenda said, shaking her head in bewilderment. “He actually lets you talk back.”

Nate wrinkled his nose and laughed. “I wouldn’t go that far. He only lets me talk back when it amuses him.”

From the look on her face, Brenda disagreed. “Seriously, what’s your secret?” she said, leaning in. “Please tell me so I can help out the poor guy who will be his PA after you’re gone next month!”

Right. He would be gone next month. The thought was… kind of weird.

“There’s no secret,” Nate said belatedly when he realized that she was still waiting for his answer.

No secret at all, he thought as he walked away. I just annoy him all the time and touch his cock sometimes.

Lately, though, “sometimes” meant every day, or even twice a day. Ferrara’s libido was ridiculous; it was a good thing Nate was a fast learner and by now knew how to get him off fast. Though Nate was pretty sure his boss demanded his assistance so often just to annoy him into quitting.

Too bad it didn’t work.

***

“You can’t be serious,” he said, looking at Ferrara incredulously. “You have a meeting with the Microsoft representative in fifteen minutes.”

“That’s precisely why it needs to happen now,” Ferrara said in a tone of finality, his face expressionless as if he were speaking about the weather. “I’ll need a clear head for the meeting. It’s too important.”

Nate scoffed. “What, you can’t think when you’re horny?”


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