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Psst...don’t look now, but your boss is watching you. Giving you that “I know you’re cyber shopping” look.
Don’t turn around! When he sees that grin on your face because you just got a great deal on that Fendi purse you’ve been eyeing for months, he’ll know he’s got you.
Breathe in, then out…furrow your brow. Make a face. Good. He thinks you’re working.
Whew. That was a close one…
Lucky you don’t work for Nick Radnor, my modern day Scrooge in “A Naughty Christmas Carol.”
Pity Jinger, his secretary, working late on Christmas Eve.
Was that the door opening? The sound of jingle bells in his office?
And the smell of perfume. Spicy with an underlying hint of a female aroused.
The perfume was overpowering now.
Nick didn’t take his eyes off his computer screen. “Come back later, Jinger, I’m busy.”
Jinger Hunt, office girl extraordinaire. Summa cum laude Columbia. Business and finance. Then a year of law school until her money ran out. She tried working as an escort, but the johns complained she was too smart. She intimidated them with her brains and they lost their erection. Came to work for him as his secretary.
Nick paid her a good salary, but Jinger kept bucking for a promotion to the board room. Women didn’t belong there, he insisted, no matter how smart they were.
So Jinger quit, then came back. Said she’d play the game his way. She needed a job. They compromised. She called herself his executive personal assistant, a fancy name she came up with, but in his mind she was still his secretary. She kept his calendar, scheduled his meetings and prepared his financial documents.
She also looked great doing it.
“Have you forgotten our appointment?” Jinger purred.
Nick looked up. “Holy shit.”
He had been so engrossed in his stock portfolio that he’d forgotten their holiday fuck. A tradition he initiated her first year working for him. How long ago was that? Five, six years? He’d lost track.
Standing in the doorway, the six-foot tall blonde wore red high heels, a black garter belt and black stockings with a red-and-white striped candy cane strapped to her thigh. She wore nothing else but a leather collar around her neck studded with rhinestones and jingle bells.
Click on “Click to LOOK INSIDE” to read the first scene with Jinger. I guarantee you, it has nothing to do with shopping…