Dear Mr. CEO, I Want to Get Back at Your Son

One day, my boyfriend Sam dumps me out of the blue. Heartbroken, I get drunk at a bar, and in my state of intoxication, I write an email to Sam’s dad asking him if he’ll help me get back at his son by letting me get under him.

Even worse? Sam’s dad is the CEO of O’Connell, Thompson, and Taylor Enterprises, the company where I work…

A standalone story in the OTT Enterprises series featuring alpha male businessmen and the women they want to make theirs!

WORD COUNT: 8,700

Excerpt:

My mouth turns dry when Mr. Marshall lowers his blinds and closes the door to his office.

He gestures toward one of the red sofas. “Have a seat, Lina.”

I sit down. To my surprise, he sits down next to me–like, right next to me. My heart threatens to jump out of my chest as his cologne fills my nostrils. It smells like a forest with sweet, intoxicating fruit.

My face turns as red as the sofa when he pulls out a hard copy of my email. “So my son broke up with you for some…” He narrows his eyes at the piece of paper. “‘Blond big-boobed trollop.’”

“Oh, no!” When he raises his eyebrows, I amend, “Well, he did break up with me and told me he’s been cheating on me. But I don’t know if he cheated on me with, um, a blond woman.”

Mr. Marshall frowns. “He’s been cheating on you? I didn’t think my son would do that to you.”

A bitter-sounding laugh escapes me. “Yeah, well, I didn’t think he would do that to me either.” My eyes study my hands as I twist them. “I’m sorry for sending you that email. I was, well, not in the best state of mind.” A euphemism for really freaking wasted. “However, I know that’s no excuse for such unprofessional behavior.”

When he doesn’t say anything for a moment, I lift my gaze from my hands. There is an inscrutable expression on his face. Is he going to accept my apology and keep me employed? Or is he going to fire me and have me escorted off the property?

He taps the piece of paper. “Did you mean what you wrote?”

“Um, what?”

He gets even closer to me. I catch my breath when his thigh brushes against mine. “Did you mean it when you said you’ll do anything I want in bed?”