Mercy hasnât had an easy life and has just escaped her sadistic and sociopathic ex-boyfriend Alex. Fearing the repercussions sheâll face if he finds her, she flees Florida leaving behind everything and everyone in exchange for a new beginning.
Aiden lost his submissive and fiancÃ©e one year ago to a random act of violence. At drift he believes seeing the criminals brought to justice is what he needs to start living again.
When Mercy Winters shows up at Aidenâs company everything changes. Sent by the temp agency to fill a receptionist position, their instant attraction has sparks flying, surprising them both. While Aiden is prepared to hold on to the first woman to turn his head over the last year, Mercy would just as well run in the other direction. After Aiden manipulates the circumstances of her employment Mercy has no choice but to confide in her hot new boss. Aidenâs more than willing to help with ANYTHING she needs. While Mercy is willing to give up her body and experience the intense pleasure only he can provide, he wants everything, body, heart and soul. Can she even consider his offer and keep one step ahead of Alex?
She exited on the 21st floor, squared her shoulders, and decided her behavior would determine what she accepted so she was going in unrepentant. Determined, she marched through the glass doors and down the hall to Mr. OMGâs office, and straight to her desk. She placed her purse in the drawer and sat in her chair for precisely nine.
âMiss Winters, please come in here a minute!â Aiden called from inside the palace.
âYes, Mr. Booth," So, we were back to Miss Winters, are we? No problem. I can live with that. She silently wished for a few additional minutes before facing the firing squad. She found her tablet and turned in the direction of his office, with a determined gait, since she had nothing to be ashamed of. God, she missed her power shoes.
On the corner of Aidenâs desk was a black shopping bag. He gestured to it without sparing her a glance. âI believe this belongs to you, Miss Winters.â
She peeked into the bag only to find her shoes, her blouse, and her skirt. On the top of the pile sat her bra and panties. The rushing blood filled her ears and her face flamed in embarrassment. This was going to be a replay of yesterday. âMr. Booth, if I could explainâ¦â Mercy started, only to be quickly interrupted.
âMiss Winters, your behavior spoke volumes of explanation.â
Instantly Mercy was chastened. She hadnât been fair, so now neither would he. No, she knew sheâd treated him with cold disdain, but he returned the treatment in spades. It was a bitter medicine to swallow. As she struggled around the lump now closing her throat, in preparation of a second attempt at explaining, he barreled on.
He continued, âIâm leaving the office at lunch and will be gone for two days. Legal has contracts I need you to pick up. I will not be here, but I need you to liaison, so you must be here and you need to have your company cell with you. I need to be able to reach you at any time.â He paused to let her absorb.
âHuman Resources has set up an email account for you. In order to keep my word about keeping your identity confidential, your email address is unconventional: PA.email@example.com. Changes can be made if your circumstances improve. Contact Monica and she will provide you with your temporary passwords. My contact numbers and email addresses are on the card I left in your desk yesterday. You will forward my messages and any documents requiring my attention to me. Do you understand?â he challenged. She nodded mutely.
He continued once again, âDownstairs, in legal, ask for Kate. She is supposed to have the files I need ready. Do you have any questions?â He met her eyes for the first time since she arrived.
Her chest tightened. The heat that danced in his eyes yesterday was now dimmed. âNo, I donât, butâ¦â she stammered. The coolness in his voice was setting her off balance. Sheâd expected a confrontation, demanding an explanation for why she left without a word during the night. Not complete indifference. As if sheâd accidently forgotten a bag with undergarments on his desk? Even worseâ¦heâd treated her like an inconvenience. The truth was that heâd carefully peeled each layer of those garments off her body, as a form of sensual torture.
Aiden roused her from her reverie. âIs there a problem, Miss Winters?â
She shook her head, took the bag, and retreated back to her desk. She flung the drawer open and dropped the bag next to her purse. Mercy slammed the drawer shut and headed out of the office, towards legal.
Realizing that her behavior towards him right now was illogical and unjustified, she thought back to earlier that morning. Sheâd come to work this morning expecting to justify the reasons for their not being together. This was what she wanted; sheâd chosen to walk out on him, and it had been empowering at two in the morning. She should be ecstatic that her impulsive fling with Mr. OMG hadnât damaged their professional relationship. She wasnât.
~About the Author~
Born and raised in Montreal, Quebec, Canada I still call Montreal home. Surrounded by my husband, five children and my Siamese cat. I love reading, the smell of spring rain and walking in the first snowfalls of December when the snow is crunchy, especially at night.
I enjoy curling up with a book and losing myself in the characters. I turned that love towards writing to create stories I hope you love too.
I believe everyone is entitled to their own person happily ever after :)
Musings from Michigan