The Boss
(Roosters 10)
by Gale Stanley
Publisher: Changeling Press
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Art: Bryan
Keller
BIN: 009202-02979
Blurb
Maxwell Barnes runs the top law firm in the city, owns a private BDSM club, and has more money than he can spend in a lifetime. He gets everything he wants, and now he wants his paralegal, Aaron Marshall. Mixing work and pleasure is a big no-no, but their mutual attraction is off the charts. The one thing Maxwell isn’t looking for is love, but sometimes fate has a mind of its own.
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The Boss
(Roosters)
Gale Stanley
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Copyright ©2020 Gale Stanley
Gale Stanley
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Copyright ©2020 Gale Stanley
Fucking
traffic. Even at this hour of the day, the streets were as jammed as my
calendar. Doesn’t matter what I drive. My Mercedes-Maybach won’t get me to the
office any faster than a Prius, but my ride got a lot of looks. It commanded
the eye as well as the road. I imagined the other drivers were wondering what
VIP was enjoying all this luxury. The thought ignited me. Being the center of
attention was a turn-on. It was better than sex.
At last, my
building came into view. It was an impressive sight. The Barnes Building was a
soaring glass tower, twenty stories high, and one of the most prestigious
addresses in the city. I helped design it myself. I demanded a seat at the
table with the architects and builders, and my input resulted in a stunning
building that met my needs. If you want something done right, do it yourself.
‘Nuff said.
I turned into
the parking garage and pulled into my reserved spot, savoring the rewards of
success. My car, my building, designer duds, a Rolex, they were all symbols of
my wealth and status. None of it was due to luck. I worked damn hard to get
where I was, long hours, high-profile court cases, good investments… I was on
top of the world. Now I was ready to enjoy myself. For years work had overshadowed
everything else in my life. I had made a name for myself and accumulated stuff,
but I had neglected the hedonistic pleasures that shaped my life. It was time
to focus on the thing that lit me up. BDSM. Erotic play made me feel complete.
It energized me. I just needed the right partner. Lately, I had wondered
whether the man I wanted even existed. It was a tall order to fill.
I knew who I
was and what I wanted -- single, gay Dom looking for a playmate, not a
relationship. Nothing serious or exclusive. I wanted a man who was submissive
because he loved the way it made him feel, but finding a compatible play
partner wasn’t easy. In the past I’d had partners who played at being
submissive so they could gain access to me. They were only interested in my
prestige and money. I liked a man who was willing to work hard and make it on
his own. Someone who was constantly learning and wanted to challenge his
limits.
Even with my
connections, it was difficult to meet men because my kink was a well-hidden
secret. Submissives who were looking for a Dom wouldn’t know how to find me. It
had been a long time since my Dominant side got any attention, and it had been
frustrating as hell.
Until the day
Aaron Marshall showed up. We had instant chemistry. Chemistry counted for a
lot, but it wasn’t everything. There had to be more to it than attraction. The
big question was, could we build something on that chemistry? This was such an
improbable match, I couldn’t believe it was more than a fluke. But what if it
wasn’t? I intended to find out because I was used to getting what I wanted, and
I wanted this man.
I took the
private elevator to the top floor. My suite was bright and modern, a stark
contrast to my public office one floor down. There it was all cherry wood and
leather, the warm traditional look I presented to the public. But the private
penthouse was my home when I was working on an important case so it was all me,
a personal office, sitting room, kitchen, bedroom, and a large bath, even a
walk-in closet stocked with some of my favorite paddles and floggers.
I listened to
my voice mail and found a message from Brett Holiday, my best friend. No need
to answer it. I’d be seeing him tonight. I went into the bathroom to check my
appearance before taking the back stairs to my office.
Before
settling in, I walked out to the front office to greet Aaron, who was now my
newest paralegal. My current office manager was teaching him the ropes, a task
I planned on taking over shortly. Pun intended.
Aaron always
clocked in ahead of everyone, even me. He wanted to make a good impression, and
he had. The man was a quick study and very professional, but he had other
assets that sparked my interest.
I never
forgot our first meeting. I liked his looks immediately -- dark blond hair,
hazel eyes, slim build, but his stance was what caught my attention. Aaron
stood in front of my desk, his back ramrod straight, arms at his sides, head
up, eyes down. His deference was flattering to the point of overkill. I saw it
as a tendency to yield to the will of another. He was hard-wired to be a
submissive.
We made eye
contact and it was hot as hell. I pictured us having wild sex and I sensed he
felt the same. The undeniable connection between us was like an out-of-body
experience. That mysterious attraction couldn’t be forced. It was what I longed
for, but seldom found. Calm down, I told myself. Do not hire this man because
you want to fuck him.
“Have a seat,
Mr. Marshall.”
“Thank you.”
I decided to
test the water. “Thank you, Sir.”
Aaron’s eyes
went wide but he responded immediately. “Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir.”
His reaction
was beautiful to behold. Being told what to do excited him. I could tell he
wanted me to take control, to dominate him. Anticipation shivered along my
spine. I knew an untrained submissive when I saw one. Aaron was struggling to
recover his self-command, but his desire and arousal shone like a beacon in a
storm. I was intrigued.
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Author Bio and Links
Gale Stanley grew up in Philadelphia PA. She was the kid who always had
her nose in a book, her head in the clouds, and her hands on a pad and pencil.
Some things never change.
Thanks so much for sharing my new release! Happy Reading!
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