A VERY PERSONAL ASSISTANT
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for adult readers who are comfortable with frank language and descriptions of
erotic scenarios
Blurb
When female executive Miranda accepts an invitation to get away from it all with her handsome Personal Assistant Patrick, she very quickly realizes she's going to get far more than she bargained for. Out of the office, Patrick is very much the one in charge... and his delicious dominance is just the therapy she needs.
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Excerpt
This is crazy. I’m his boss and he’s my personal assistant,
for heaven’s sake.. We shouldn’t be doing this.
Well, if that was the case, why had she primped and preened and fluttered in the
cloakroom? Why was she smelling rather more than usual of Shalimar?
Her rational self told her it was just an hour or two out of the office, a change
of scene, maybe a drink or a coffee somewhere. Patrick was a good conversationalist,
with smart opinions on politics, current affairs and the media. It was always
fun and mentally stimulating to chat with him, however briefly.
But her irrational self said this jaunt was all about sex.
Score one for my irrational self.
Especially when she turned the corner, reaching the car park, and her pussy literally
rippled at the sight of Patrick.
He didn’t look all that different, leaning against his powder blue vintage
Citroen in the sunlight. In fact he looked exactly the same as he usually did,
in his sharp, but very traditional three piece suit that fit his body so beautifully.
The only perceptible change was the absence of his tie, and the opening of his
collar - but in other ways, it was if a magic prince had suddenly appeared and
the relaxed energy in his lithe, athletic body seemed to promise that anything,
in fact everything, was possible.
“Er… hi!” The slight squeak in her voice when she called out
made her sound like a nervous teenage girl on her first date rather than a confident,
powerful woman in her thirties and a senior partner in the firm.
“Hi, yourself,” replied Patrick, pushing himself off the car with
a smooth powerful shove, then opening the door for her.
The Citroen was low, and Miranda was acutely conscious of the frisky slide of
her skirt as she half flung herself into the passenger seat. Patrick’s smile
broadened and seemed to twinkle as if it’d been animated by Pixar, while
their eyes acknowledged the wedge of dark lace stocking top she’d just flashed
at him. “Nice,” he murmured, leaving her so flabbergasted at his cheek
that she couldn’t answer.
Clipping the buckle of her seat belt, she expected him to ask, where to? But instead,
he just set the car in motion, drove out of the car park and headed off confidently
without reference to her or her preferences.
“Where are we going?”
Miranda swallowed, nerves and maniac butterflies fluttering in her chest. She’d
been in cars with Patrick before, en route to away meetings and functions, but
even though they’d been just as physically close in these instances as they
were now, it’d never seemed so intimate, so intense. Senses she couldn’t
quantify were seeing him in perfect detail even while she affected a nonchalant
interest in where they were heading.
“Oh, nowhere you know… just a little place. Off the beaten track.
You’ll like it.”
“But where is it?”
Waiting at a set of lights, he was able to turn to her. His expression was arch,
amused, completely in charge. Miranda felt as if the Citroen had become a parallel
world where Patrick was the boss, and she the subordinate. And yet even as she
thought that, she realized that she’d only ever been his superior in a nominal
sense. Even when she’d been giving him instructions and doling out tasks,
on some level he’d been oh so subtly controlling her instead.
Oh God… what am I into here? What are we into?
“It’s a secret. Why spoil the fun?” he said mildly, putting
his foot down as the lights changed. They were taking a road out of town, and
already greenery and sunlight were all around them. “You asked me to take
you away from it all, and that’s what I’m doing… I’m taking
you away from being in charge.”
Oh God… oh God…
Miranda trembled. The phrase “a whole new ball game” had never really
meant a lot to her, but now, she understood it completely. The door into the new
world slammed shut behind her, the thud of it rushing through her body like a
hot tsunami that crested deliciously in the pit of her belly and her sex.
As if he’d observed the phenomenon with X-ray vision, Patrick flashed her
a quick glance. He barely took his eyes off the road for a second, and yet Miranda
knew he’d seen everything, both hidden and unhidden.
“Let’s play a game.” He waggled his expressive blond eyebrows.
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Harlequin Spice Briefs
Publication Date: July 2012
ISBN: TBA
Copyright © 2011 by Portia Da Costa
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