Page 35 of She is Mine

My Hot Boss

AN OLDER MAN YOUNGER WOMAN ROMANCE

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SHORT STORIES, 6

FLORA FERRARI

My Hot Boss

Harmony

Dad’s sent me to work with his best friend because there’s no way I’m going to college...but how am I supposed to get any work done when his best friend is the man of my dreams?

Wade

I shouldn’t be thinking of my best friend’s daughter this way, especially now that she’s my employee too. But something about her tells me that she’s everything I’ve ever needed and more...

*insta-everything standalone with an HEA, no cheating, and no cliffhanger.

Chapter One

Harmony

“You don’t need to make me do this, Dad,” I say as he gets in the driver’s side of the car. He shoots me an unimpressed look.

“If you’re not going to college then you have to dosomething.”

“But I’ve been working hard on my music…”

“Music isn’t going to make you any money, Harmony. Some day you’ll need to fend for yourself in the world, and I won’t be around to cover your back. You need to learn a trade and get a job.”

I don’t mention to him that I’ve been making steady money from my music already. He doesn’t want to know. There’s no point in arguing with him when he’s already decided that my problem is that I’m not interested in working hard. I fold my arms over my chest and stare out of the window as he drives me to my new job.

A few days ago, my dad finally snapped when I told him I wasn’t going to go to college. I never wanted to go in the first place, and he was angrier than I’ve ever seen him. He wouldn’t listen as I told him that I wanted to make my own path to success. He insisted that I at least find a job, probably because he doesn’t want me in the house while he’s still so angry with me. He immediately got me an interview for a position as a receptionist at his friend’s company, and now here I am, heading off to my first day of work. It doesn’t matter that this job pays less than my music does. It doesn’t matter that I’ve told dad I’m sorry. He won’t let things go back to the way they were before, so I guess this is my life now.

I know that my dad probably thinks I’m being ungrateful and spoilt. I know that I was lucky to have the option to go to college and that I’m lucky to have a job. But now that I can’t focus on my music, I’m never going to get anywhere with it. This job is going to stop me from pursuing my dreams and change everything I had planned for myself.

It’s not just the job, either. I always knew that I wanted my job to be secondary to my family. My dream has always been to live in a house with lots of children and a loving husband. My dad insists that it’s not a modern way of thinking, but I don’t care. I love my music, spending long hours in my room playing guitar, singing, and writing songs, but it’s a hobby, not my dream future. Sure, it would be nice to share my music with the world and maybe make something of myself, but that will always come second to falling in love, having kids, and raising a family. Perhaps I’m old fashioned, but I know that when I find the right man, he’ll feel exactly the same. We’ll have a perfect future together because we’ll want the same things.

The problem is, my dad has always been way too involved in my future. From a young age, he’s tried to force me into different hobbies, tried to encourage me to do things I have no interest in. He’s even tried to set me up with guys he deems suitable, but I’ve never been interested. All the guys he’s introduced me to, the kids of family friends, and colleagues, are way too immature. I want a real man. Someone who can protect me, show me the love I crave and make me weak in the knees. I want someone who values me as a person, but also wants to dominate my body and show me pleasure like I’ve never known before.

I blush as my thoughts take a sexual turn, hoping my father won’t notice that I’m turning red. I’d never admitted it to anyone, not even my friends, but sometimes I lie awake at night and dream of the things a man will do to me someday. I want to be touched in places I’ve never been touched. I want to have a man who knows exactly how to pleasure me. I want to be in bed with someone that I love, someone who loves me back, and together we can learn the nuances of one another’s body. How am I meant to find that when my father is controlling my life?

Maybe I’m being dramatic. I know that my dad only wants what’s best for me. He went to college and got a good education so he assumes that’s the right path for me. My mom’s parents set her up with my dad so maybe he assumes that he should be matchmaking for me too. But all I want is to be able to do my own thing. For now, though, I guess this job will have to do.

As we’re pulling up in the parking lot, I hold my breath. I just have to grin and bear this. Dad stops the engine and smiles at me as though nothing is wrong.

“Alright, sweetheart. I know you didn’t get to meet with him in the interview, but my good friend is the boss around here. He’ll meet you at the door. Try to look as though you’re excited to be here.”

I have to resist the urge to roll my eyes as I get out of the car without a word. I know I’ve met this friend of his before, but it was a long time ago. It’s going to be weird working for one of dad’s friends, but it is what it is. I walk up to the entrance of the office building and throw open the doors…

And that’s when I catch sight of the man of my dreams.

Wade

As I wait for the new receptionist, Harmony, to arrive at the office, I try to control my racing thoughts. It’s entirely unprofessional of me to be thinking about her this way. Not to mention she’s my friend’s daughter. But I can’t help myself. I’ve wanted Harmony since her eighteenth birthday party.