Page 1 of One Bossy Date

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ZOE

Lincoln tugged my hair with his stern fists.

“Open wide,” he rumbled. “Wider. Don’t make me spank that wet pussy.”

Ooooooh.

I closed the book—finger between the pages so I didn’t have to search for the last page I read—and fanned myself. Jim had left it here on the counter, knowing full well that I wouldn’t be able to resist. After reading the title, I’d been physically incapable of putting it back down:My Boss’s Big D. The cover revealed a bare-chested, tattooed hunk, with his arms up, firm pecs, and an incredibly impressive “V,” leading down to the first two inches of his you know what, unfortunately cut off by the book’s edge and leaving the remaining delightfulness to the imagination.

Initially, I’d just wanted to read the first two sentences—maybe the first paragraph. I was on chapter nine. Maybe a chapter or two more to see if Lincoln made good on his spanking threat? I dropped my arms and opened the book again.

With a loud bang, the door slammed against the register’s counter, instantly silencing Lincoln’s manly groans. The book fell from my hands and onto the Formica surface with an audiblethud. The gust of wind that had pushed the door forward breezed through my cat shop, knocking over the papers I had stacked near the checkout. Before I could reach the door and close it, it slammed shut again.

Although the unusual rainy season was bringing even fewer customers than usual into my store, Lincoln would have to wait until after working hours. With a longing sigh I sorted the papers, picked up the stack of mail (that I’d been intending to get to before I got my hands onMy Boss’s Big D), and began flipping through it.

“Hmm, catalog…junk mail…cat-alog.” Chuckling at my own joke, I paged through the pamphlet of cat accessories for order. Next in the pile was a small dusty-pink envelope, and I immediately started peeling it open.

The storm brewed heavily outside and thunder roared, the shop window rattling with its vibrations.

“Oh, my word, Twinky…lookat this weather.”

Gazing up at me questioningly, my latest client—a Persian cat owned by one of my loyal customers—swayed in between my legs, her plumed tail wrapping around my calf. It was still early morning, but a few of my customers liked to drop off their kitties before work.

“You little escapee,” I cooed. “How did you manage to open the back door?” Twinky answered my question with a condescending look only cats could manage. I should’ve taken her to the back, but since I wasn’t expecting any customers in this weather, I left her with her devoted servant—AKA me—in the front room for the time being.

It was growing darker outside. I pulled my gaze from Twinky and stared out at the war between man and nature, with rain pounding the pavement and forceful gusts of wind shooing pedestrians off to work. Cars honked, people pulled their hoods farther over their heads, and a lost umbrella bounced past my shop’s glass doors, both my and Twinky’s eyes following it curiously. More thunder roared, menacingly loud and close.

Just as I was returning to my mail, the front doors burst open again.

A flash of lightning lit up the dark rectangle of the open shop door, revealing a huge silhouette. The sound of rain drumming on the asphalt was deafening, and the howling wind made me think of a hungry wolf encircling its prey.

My eyes went wide.

My heart stuttered.

The figure ducked under the door frame.

It was a man, dressed in a long black leather coat that billowed behind him like a cape. He kept his head bowed, but his prominent broad chest was unmistakable, and his shoulders appeared strong and as straight as his back.

I couldn’t see his face, but shivers raced across my flesh, stealing my breath.

There was a thump of footsteps as he stepped into the light. The raindrops on his cloak caught the light of the lamps and glittered like millions upon millions of tiny diamonds.

Behind him, the wind and rain rose to a mad crescendo, and all I could do was stare.

He grabbed the door before it slammed shut, pausing against it, eyeing the storm that had forced him to take cover. He wasn’t one of my usual customers, and I hadn’t booked anyone new today.

My first thought?BDE. Big dick energy.

No.

HDE.

Hugedick energy.

Awkwardly, I stood watching him, still speechless. Luckily, I returned to my senses after Twinky made herself known by rubbing my ankles behind the counter.

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