Her Arrogant Boss (The Wright Kind of Wrong Book 1)

  Her Arrogant Boss

  The Right Kind of Wrong: Book One

  S.E. Roberts

  Her Arrogant Boss

  The Wright Kind of Wrong: Book One

  Copyright © 2020 by S.E. Roberts

  All rights reserved.

  Cover by: Desire Premade Covers

  Formatted by: Jessica Ames

  Beta read by: Andrea Galante, Cindy Pippins, Mallory Funk, and J. Marie

  Edited by: Beth Hale at Magnolia Author Services

  Proofread by: Marla Esposito at Proofing with Style

  This is a work of fiction. Any references to historical events, real people, or real places are used fictitiously. Other names, characters, places and events are products of the author’s imagination, and any resemblances to actual events or places or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without written permission from the author except for the brief quotations in a book review.

  To Cindy. Thanks for always cheering me on! Your support means everything to me.

  Contents

  Prologue

  1. Maddison

  2. Ian

  3. Maddison

  4. Maddison

  5. Ian

  6. Maddison

  7. Ian

  8. Maddison

  9. Ian

  10. Maddison

  11. Ian

  12. Maddison

  13. Ian

  14. Maddison

  15. Ian

  16. Maddison

  17. Maddison

  18. Ian

  19. Maddison

  20. Maddison

  21. Ian

  22. Maddison

  23. Ian

  24. Maddison

  25. Ian

  26. Ian

  27. Maddison

  28. Ian

  29. Maddison

  30. Ian

  31. Maddison

  32. Ian

  33. Maddison

  34. Ian

  35. Maddison

  36. Ian

  37. Maddison

  38. Ian

  39. Maddison

  Epilogue

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  Prologue

  Ian

  We’ve been sitting in this noisy as fuck bar for the last half hour and I must say, this woman, with her short blonde hair and blue eyes I could get lost in, is the sexiest goddamn thing I’ve ever seen. I could tell she was unsure of herself when she agreed to stay for another drink, but I think we could both use a night of fun. Blow off some steam. God, would I love more than anything to blow something inside of her. Jesus. I’m getting way ahead of myself. Although, that’s what I do. I don’t think before I leave with a woman. I just do it. No strings, no hurt feelings. Sure, I’ve pissed off plenty of the female population over the years, but in all fairness, they’re always told that it’s one and done. Wham, bam, thank you ma’am. I know I’m a prick, but it’s just how it has to be.

  “So, uh,” she stutters out. I have that effect on women. Not to brag or anything.

  “What is it, gorgeous?” I tuck a strand of hair behind her ear and I immediately hear the intake of breath she takes. I seemed to have robbed her speech so I lean in closer to her ear and nibble on her lobe.

  She’s now breathing heavier. I can tell that she wants this as bad as I do.

  “Do you… do you wanna get out of here?”

  Jesus fucking Christ. I’m about to combust just at her forwardness.

  I pay our tab and then grab her hand without another word. Words aren’t needed for what I’m about to do to her.

  I typically don’t take anyone home to my penthouse, but tonight I don’t think I’ll be able to make it to a hotel. It’s a busy weekend with some kind of sports tournament anyway, so the chances of getting one are slim to none.

  “Where are we going?” I may be a dick, but if she’s not comfortable with this, I’ll let her back out before we go any further.

  “I live right up the road,” I say as I push the large door open and we’re immediately hit with a blast of cool air. We start to walk on the sidewalk, but then I stop, pulling her away from other pedestrians. “Gorgeous,” I grab her shoulders so she’ll look up at me, “I want to take you home with me and do very, very naughty things to you, but if you don’t want that I’ll get an Uber for you instead and you can just go home.”

  She shakes her head. “No, I want to go with you.”

  She doesn’t have to tell me twice, so I grab her hand again and walk the few short blocks. She’s a good foot shorter than me, even with her stiletto heels. I don’t know how chicks walk in those damn things, but she isn’t struggling to keep up with me.

  “Here’s my building.” I pull her through the entrance and then push the button on the elevator, willing it to be fast. I’m on a mission and that includes getting inside this woman as soon as I can.

  “Wow, this place is immaculate.” She looks around the large foyer in awe.

  It’s the same reaction I get from anyone I bring here, but she’ll be disappointed if she thinks she’s getting a tour.

  Finally, after what feels like for-fucking-ever, the elevator stops at the top floor and we walk straight into my penthouse.

  I quickly lock the elevator down, not that I’m expecting any visitors this time of night, but I’m not sharing this one with anyone.

  I turn toward her and waste no time in undoing my belt. I hope she’s ready for me.

  “On your knees,” I say as I walk closer to her and like a good girl, she complies without saying a word.

  I let my pants fall to the floor and my throbbing cock pokes through my boxers. He’ll be one happy fella in the next few seconds. Ever since I laid eyes on her at the bar, I’ve been sporting a raging hard-on.

  Her eyes nearly bulge out of her head when my cock finally springs free. I’m guessing I’m probably the biggest she’s ever seen.

  “Put it in your mouth,” I growl, and she immediately grabs it with both her small hands. I could come from just her touch alone. I throw my head back and my hands find her hair. I guide her mouth toward me and she wastes no time at all.

  As soon as her wet tongue touches me, I about lose my mind. I don’t know what it is about this woman, but everything about her is magic. I push her head down so she’s forced to take me farther and she bobs up and down on my aching rod.

  “Enough,” I bark out and pull her to her feet. At first it looks like I’ve scared her, but then she quickly recovers. I grab her face and stroke her cheeks with both my thumbs. “You’re sure about this?”

  She nods.

  “I need words.” The last thing I need is some woman accusing me of forcing her to do something. She doesn’t seem like the type, but I don’t know anything about her, other than the fact that her mouth feels like paradise on my cock.

  “I’m sure.”

  Without saying another word, I spin her around and bend her over the couch. She looks sexy as sin in the short black skirt she’s wearing, paired with a gold sequined top, but that’s not what I want to see right now.

  I unzip the zipper on her skirt and she shimmies out of it, revealing a tiny black thong.

  I palm both of her ass cheeks as I lean in and nibble on her neck.

  “Oh, God.” She moans and I love knowing that I’m affecting her as much as she is me.

  “How much do you like this?” I pull on one of the thin strings of her underwear as I whisper into her ear.

  “Not at all.” Just the
answer I was looking for.

  I grab it by both sides and in the next instant the barely-there material is ripping away from her body and she gasps. I smile against her hair as I reach one hand around to her waiting mound and I use the other arm to hold her up. She’s drenched and ready for me.

  “I’m not going to take things slow, gorgeous.” I reach for a condom out of my wallet. Give me a break. I was a boy scout and learned to always be prepared. In the next second, my cock is making its way into her heat.

  “Yes!” she chants, which only spurs me on further. This little blonde continues to surprise me at every turn, but I can’t say I mind one bit. Her hot little body could easily become the death of me.

  I push her farther against the couch and reach my hands up under her shirt so I can feel her pert tits. They’re small, but fit perfectly in the palm of my hands. I roll her hard nipples between my fingers and she nearly flies off the couch at my ministrations.

  “Come for me,” I murmur into her ear and in the next second she comes undone around my cock. With one more thrust I’m joining her and I grunt into her shoulder.

  One

  Maddison

  “Aunt Maddie! Aunt Maddie!” The shrill sound of my way too energetic niece has me covering my head with a throw pillow. I love my sister and her family, but I’m anxious to find my own place, pronto.

  I groan in protest but then sit up, pulling her five-year-old body into a hug.

  “How’s my girl?” I bop Taylor’s nose and she scrunches her face up at me.

  “I’m good. Mom said we’re gonna go to the zoo today. Wanna come with? Please? Please?” She jumps from my lap, seeming to forget about the question she just asked as she strolls down the long hallway leading to her bedroom. I swear that girl could give the Energizer Bunny a run for his money.

  “I’m so sorry. I told her not to wake you up, but she never listens.” I turn toward the sound of my sister’s voice. She hobbling on one foot as she puts a shoe on the other. She blows a strand of hair out of her face before plopping down into the recliner across from me.

  “Rough morning?” I raise an eyebrow at her.

  She sighs in exasperation. “Dallas had an early morning meeting and Tay thought she needed to get up to see him off.”

  Mother Dearest always used to tell us how much she hated when people named their children after cities. She also hates gender neutral names. Chloe struck out when she married Dallas and then gave her baby girl the same name as our neighbor boy growing up.

  I throw a pillow at her like we used to when we were kids.

  “Did you forget you have me? You could have woken me up.”

  She looks up from her shoe she has just finished lacing and glares at me.

  “I don’t want you to help. I want you to find a job so you can stop sleeping on my couch.”

  “Bitch,” I mumble under my breath and then we both burst into laughter. This is the type of relationship we’ve always had, and I missed her while I was in Michigan.

  I’ve been back in Chicago for four weeks now, and I haven’t stopped looking for job openings since I got here. Okay, that’s a lie. After my night out, when I met Mister Asshole, I sulked on my sister’s couch for a few days, but then I was scrolling through ads online, from sun up to sun down.

  It was pathetic how much energy I put into that jerk. Hell, I never even got his name; he’s truly nothing to me. But I thought we had clicked well at the bar, but then he put me out like yesterday’s trash. I don’t think I’ve ever felt so shitty in all my life… and that’s saying a lot considering how my parents treat me.

  “We’re headed to the zoo with Tay’s school friend, but text if you need anything.”

  “I’ll be fine. I’ve got an interview at eleven and then I might meet Greta for lunch, if her lazy ass is out of bed by then.”

  “Aunt Maddie, language!” Taylor shrieks and I mouth “sorry” to my sister as they walk out the door.

  I check my phone and realize I only have an hour to shower, look decent, and find this place. It was truly a miracle that I was able to score an interview with Wright Enterprises because they’re the largest real estate agency in the Midwest. I suppose that was the one good thing that came out of working for my stepfather. He gave me the experience I needed to move away from them. Now if I can just get out of my sister’s apartment.

  My phone pings in my hand.

  Greta: Hey, we still on for lunch this afternoon?

  Maddison: Yep. I’ve got my interview at 11. I’ll call you when I’m done.

  Greta: Good luck! Love you.

  Maddison: Love you, too.

  I shower and then take extra care in getting ready. Don’t get me wrong. I like to look nice. I almost never go without makeup, but lately, I’ve been bumming around at Chloe’s and haven’t exactly been presentable. Let’s just say that my mother would have a fit if she saw how I looked. I think a part of me is trying to be rebellious… in hopes that she’ll show up on Chloe’s doorstep and have a heart attack when she sees me. I never said I’d be winning any awards for being an outstanding daughter.

  Thirty-five minutes later, I request an Uber before looking myself over one last time. I decided on my black pencil-skirt suit. A purple, laced camisole sits underneath the jacket. I look hot as hell if I do say so myself. I’ve paired my outfit with my Brian Atwood flats.

  My phone alerts me that my ride is waiting for me so I grab my purse and lock up before making my way downstairs.

  I’m filled with nervous energy the entire ride, and it isn’t lost on me that my driver keeps giving me dirty looks through the rearview mirror. I’m sure my bouncing leg is driving him absolutely bat shit, but I can’t sit still.

  “Thank you,” I tell the driver as I push the door of his sedan open. I look up at the skyscraper in front of me. I grew up right outside of the city and we came here often, but the vastness of the Windy City still amazes me.

  I slip my purse over my shoulder and make my way through the revolving glass doors. Everything about this place speaks money. Hank’s building is very similar to this, but Chicago is immense compared to most of the rest of the world. Nothing is ever simple or low-scale.

  As soon as I’m inside, I notice the floor-to-ceiling glass walls and the fact that there is very little color anywhere. Everything is covered in blacks, grays, and whites. Very modern.

  I find the elevator straight ahead and double-check the address on my phone and see that Wright Enterprises is on the seventh floor. I wait for the other patrons to get off before I step into the car and take a few deep breaths, trying to calm myself.

  The bell above my head dings, letting me know I’ve reached my destination. Here goes nothing.

  “Can I help you?” I’m greeted by an older woman with short, curly, red hair as soon as I get off the elevator. She has kindness in her eyes, and I immediately feel more relaxed, just by her presence. If my new boss is half as pleasant as her, I’ll be just fine.

  “Hi, I’m Maddison Monroe. I have an interview with Mr. Wright at eleven.” I fidget with the strap of my purse as she types away on her keyboard.

  “Oh, yes! Ms. Monroe. Let me go tell him you’re here. Can I get you a water while you wait? Or perhaps coffee?”

  I could go for a coffee since I’m currently not caffeinated, but I tell her I’ll take a water. Maybe Hank’s clients would like him better if he offered them coffee and water. As wealthy as the man is, he’s a tight-ass and would never do such a thing.

  The woman, who I learn is named Nellie, brings me a Perrier. Dang, even their water is fancy. I take a seat in one of the gray leather chairs and screw the cap off, taking a long chug from the bottle. I’m desperate to do anything that’ll help calm my nerves a bit.

  Five minutes later, I hear Nellie’s heels clanking on the tile floor. I look up from my phone, wondering if she’ll think I’m unfit for this job, after seeing me playing on it. But the thought leaves my mind when I see her cheery face.

  “
He’s ready for you, Ms. Monroe.”

  I stand from the chair and return her smile.

  “Thank you. Please call me Maddie.”

  She leads me down a long-tiled hallway. The walls are adorned in black and white photos. The place screams masculinity.

  Once we reach the door at the very end of the hall, Nellie enters before I do.

  “Mr. Wright, can I get you a coffee or anything?”

  “I’m fine,” he grumbles, and I immediately get goose bumps at the sound of his voice. I look up from staring at my feet, and my world tilts on its axis.

  Two

  Ian

  “All right,” Nellie says with annoyance, before spinning on her heels to exit my office.

  “Have a seat,” I tell the woman without taking my eyes off my computer. I’m irritated as hell right now, but my lovely assistant wouldn’t hear me out when I told her I don’t want to replace her. Nellie has worked for Wright Enterprises since before I was born, and in all fairness, it probably is time she gets to retire after all the years she put in with the company, but I’m a selfish bastard. Plus, I don’t like change. Her leaving means I have to find a replacement.

  I save my document and then look over at the woman sitting across from me. What the actual hell?