What They Don't Know (Won't Hurt Them Trilogy #1) Read Online Free

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about the way I stage his playthings in the suites. He gives me a
quick synopsis of how he wants things done, and I place them
accordingly. It's like a game of minds with us; I have to set up an
obstacle course based on his kink. Ha! Obstacle course, that's some
funny shit there.
    * * *
    Backing out of the
parking space, I glance both ways to make sure the lane is clear. As
I am shifting gears, I notice an Infiniti G37 Sport convertible. I
eye it, and it’s nice. Nicer than my coupe. Because I absolutely
love cars, I have to get a closer look. It's not as if I've never
seen it before, but this particular vehicle has some customized
accessories on it. First, the paint is platinum, not your usual
silver. This paint, which is branded to Infiniti and Nissan alone,
has a special effect that crystallizes when the sunlight hits it.
    I pull up slowly
behind, admiring the car from the rear and notice the wheels are
customized too. “Shit, Zanetti’s,” I whisper. The damn platinum
door handles look as if they have LED lights in them. “That is
really nice,” I say aloud. I let my window down, and the crisp
breeze hits my face as I inhale the fresh air. I tilt my sunglasses
down so I’m looking over them. I eye the ground effects on the
vehicle.
    “Yeah, definitely a
man's car.” I'm so into the detail of the car that I don't notice
the owner is still inside. I catch movement and begin to put my
window back up. I also notice his sandy brown hair as he opens the
door.
    “Like what you’re
stalking? Or stalking what you like?”
    FUUUCK ME HARD! “This
ass?” I mumble. “Ugh, I was admiring the customization on the
car, that’s all.”
    “And here I thought
you wanted to give me a preview of your cold to hot shake?”
    “Really?” I say.
    “Really, honey,” he
says arrogantly, as if he changed my name.
    We just stare at each
other for a few seconds, and my memory traces back to where I saw him
last.
    “Whatever.” I push
my sunglasses back up my nose and hit the button to raise my window
as I drive away. I roll my eyes. “Arrogant bastard,” I scoff. I
glance back his way, and I can see he's tilted his head to the side
and winks. He has the most devious smirk on his lips as he shakes his
head and smiles. I instantly feel a rush of heat under my collar,
down my back to the pit of my stomach, and straight between my
thighs. What the fuck just happened?
    * * *
    On my way back to work,
I flash back to that warming smile.
    Wait. Warming? Whaaa...
Woman, you can't be this hard up. No, I need a hard one. “Dammit,
Bryant!” I yell as I smack my steering wheel. Oh, the need for an
orgasm is frantically awaiting.
    By the time I make it
back to the office, I have time to finish a few things and send off
an email to my boss regarding details of his arrangements. I notice
an envelope under my keyboard with a Post-it stuck to it.
    You
deserve employee of the decade. Hope this is sufficient.
    My freakin' brain can't
even comprehend what's in the envelope. A check? Yes. For ten
thousand dollars from Mr. Wilke. I can't accept this. In the memo
area, ‘Bonus’ is written. Holy crap, I could get used to this.
    No! No! No! I can't. I
just can't.
    My mother always taught
me never to look a gift horse in the... How does that saying go?
Mouth? Eye?
    Whatever, I have a good
thing going, no use in jeopardizing it. He'll think I'm money hungry
if I accept it. However, he's given me incentives like this before;
what's the difference?
    Shit, 10K is the
difference. I'm so torn. I put my face in my hands and sigh. Usually,
it's five hundred to a grand. Ohhh, that's it. He wrote one too many
zeros. I'm still holding the envelope and it feels like there’s a
piece of paper in it. I impatiently remove the folded slip.
    Written on his fancy stationery.
    Yes, I added an extra zero;
please accept it. You deserve compensation for my
indiscretions.
    Missus made me -Boss
    Yeah, it's official;
he's the boss all right.
    I pack up my things