Standing in the doorway, my heart filled to bursting with love for that crafty, smart little girl. And, Ross handled the situation like a pro, never missing a beat.

  “Well, Leslie, I am your father, as a matter of fact. I’m glad you want me to be your daddy, because I love being your daddy.” He kissed her forehead. “I love you, Leslie.”

  “I love you, Daddy.” She yawned and cuddled with her teddy bear, ready for sleep.

  Ross met me in the hallway. “Kids are so adaptable.” He reached for me, his fingers touching the back of my neck gently.

  “Mm-hm. That they are.” I let him pull me close for a passionate kiss.

  “Maybe we should take a lesson from her, huh?” He devoured me with his eyes and walked me to the bedroom.

  “Lesson?” I was unbuttoning his shirt. It had been so long since I’d touched his skin. I was starving for his touch.

  “Being adaptable and accepting of…well…anything.” He pulled my shirt over my head and tossed it to the floor, kicked the door shut, and took off my bra and dropped it as he guided me toward the bed.

  Picking me up, he carried me the last few feet, tossed me roughly to the bed and yanked off my jeans and panties. I squealed with delight at his assertiveness. His desire was a turn-on for me. I arched my back and rubbed my breasts for him as he stepped out of the rest of his clothes.

  “Come give me something to accept, Ross,” I purred.

  He climbed on the bed and I spread my legs, welcoming him back. His member was erect and throbbing as he pressed it against me, moving his hips side to side, rubbing me in the most erotic way.

  I moaned as he took my nipple into his mouth, teasing it with his teeth and tongue. “I want you inside me, Ross,” I pleaded.

  “Forever?” He poised, ready for penetration.

  “Forever,” I answered as he guided himself into me.

  The first round of lovemaking was rough and we both came quickly. The second round was more for our soul’s satisfaction and it lasted for an hour. The sweet, slow strokings of our bodies against one another, turned the bedroom into our heaven for a while.

  We lay in a tangle of arms and legs, still joined together, and drifted to sleep in the afterglow.

  This would be our future.

  This would be our forever.

  END

  The Boss's Mistress

  By:

  Scott Wylder

  Table of Contents:

  Also By Scott Wylder

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

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  Chapter 1

  (Lisa Andrews)

  Bent over her laptop, working on America’s next great novel, Lisa ignored the text notification. All her friends knew that when she wasn’t in class, she was writing, or out with Kit. Since he was at work, she was writing for the next several hours.

  Determined to get her works of fiction noticed, she toiled over every sentence. Her work had to be better than good, it had to be great, and greatness didn’t come easy. Her major in English helped and her minor in Creative Writing helped more but they weren’t enough to get her noticed in the publishing industry.

  Not yet anyway.

  The text notification dinged again, and Lisa heaved a sigh. I’m not going to look. I have to be firm with my writing time, it’s not cruel, it’s only logical.

  The story would not craft itself, she had to put in the work and the time. If she intended to be successful, she had to have time to do it. If that meant shirking social events and the occasional texts, so be it.

  Five minutes later, the notification sounded again and then her phone began to ring. Whoever it was, they were determined to get her attention. Groaning in frustration, Lisa removed her glasses, tossed them to the desk and grabbed her phone, punching the button to answer the call without bothering to see who it was first.

  “This better be good. You’re interrupting my writing time.” She clamped her teeth together and waited for a response.

  “Lisa, it’s me.” Toni’s voice was strained. “It’s about Kit. I saw him recently.”

  “So did I, Toni. Is something wrong?” Lisa’s pulse kicked up a notch as she pondered the possibility that Kit had been in an accident.

  “Um, you might say that. Anita said I shouldn’t call you about it, but I can’t do that.” Toni took a deep breath.

  “Oh, my God, Toni! What’s happened?” Every horrible scenario in the universe vied for top billing in the horror show playing out in her head.

  “He’s down at the club. Like, right now. With Elsie.” Toni’s voice trailed off.

  ***

  That had been months ago. It had also been the first time Lisa had walked in and caught Kit red-handed with another woman. She couldn’t blame women for lusting after him, he was one of the hottest guys in college.

  She could, and did blame him for fooling around, though. Teenage hormones were no excuse, in her humble opinion.

  After catching him with two other women over the course of six months, she broke it off with Kit Rydell and concentrated on her writing career.

  Lisa was a senior in college and had just been published in two different top-ranked magazines that still carried fiction. Her career was finally going in the right direction, and she’d be damned if she would allow a cheating boyfriend derail it.

  ***

  (Kit Rydell)

  Lisa was easily the hottest of the hot girls on campus and Kit considered himself lucky that such a smart, sexy, talented woman wanted to be with him exclusively. They lit up any party they attended together, and they heated up the nights with their lovemaking.

  He could walk into any room with Lisa on his arm and they were instantly the center of attention. Girls wanted to be Lisa and the guys just wanted Lisa. But she was his. One day, he thought he would make her Mrs. Rydell.

  How he had gotten into the cheating game was beyond his reckoning. He hadn’t meant to do it. Hadn’t planned any of it; it just happened. He blamed it on the alcohol and the attention from the other women when Lisa was at home, so determined to have her writing time.

  Thinking back on it after they had split up, he thought it might have been a bad idea to lay the blame at her doorstep. After all, it does still take two to tango; always has and always will.

  Kit spent the rest of his senior year deciding if owning a business upon graduation was really what he wanted to do. His father expected it of him. His mother beamed with pride when the subject was raised at family functions. They already had him plugged into their idea of how he should spend the rest of his adult life.

  The future was an uncertainty for Kit. He didn’t think he wanted to go into the family business. He really wanted to go into publishing. If he could figure out a way to do both, it would be magnificent. If not, he would have to either let his dream fall by the wayside, or he would have to shun his father’s business arrangement.

  Either way, it would not be happy times in the ‘burbs for him.

  Chapter 2

  (Lisa)

  Three years after college, Lisa had written fifteen short stories and two full-length novels that had been published. She had worked as a CNA part-time to support herself. But a publishing house in New York had finally noticed her writing. They had asked her to sign a three-book contract for her next series.

  Living in North Carolina, and being strapped for money most of the time, she didn’t know how she would be able to afford the required face-to-face meetings with her editorial team, though. Pacing the floor of her small apartment, a mixture of excitement and fear roiling in her chest, Lisa bounced between hysterical laughter and being close to tears.

  It was her chance. Her one opportunity to really make her mark in the publishing industry, and it could all go down the drain so quickly, so easily. Knowing that she could never write to her capacity while working at the hospital, Lisa decided to check her options and talk to the proposing editor the next day before making any big decisions about moving or taking out a personal loan to finance her while she wrote. There were royalties and advances to think about, too.

  Lisa didn’t sleep a single minute of the night.

  ***

  Three weeks later, Lisa was finishing with packing up her small apartment in North Carolina. The elation of seeing the amount of her advance on the first book overwhelmed her and she had decided the same day that she would move to New York.

  For two weeks, she closed down her life in Charlotte and searched for apartments in New York that wouldn’t eat up her advance money too quickly. There was a little in her savings account, not enough to live on very long in the big city, but enough to do for a while—long enough to get the advance into her account.

  She had found a tiny apartment, smaller even than her current one, in New York, and thought it would suffice. The rent was astronomical compared to the one in Charlotte, but Charlotte wasn’t New York and the big city had always been her dream. Being a successful writer, hunched over her computer creating unique universes and populating them with worlds and people seemed like the penultimate realization of her career goals.

  Lisa had remained best friends with Toni since college. They lived in the same neighborhood. Lisa had not been on a real date with a man in almost a year. Even the men Toni fixed her up with had serious flaws; sometimes those men didn’t even make it through the first date before Lisa broke it off with them.

  Toni helped with the last of the packing, alternating between tears and laughter. “I’m so happy for you, Lisa. No one deserves the chance more. But I’m going to miss you so much! Who am I going to have movie night with? Who’s going to go out adventuring with me when you’re gone?”

  Lisa laughed and hugged Toni. “You have other friends, silly.” She stepped back and toed the floor, thinking for a moment. “You know, you could come with me as I go up; stay with me for the first week, if you wanted to.”

  Toni grimaced. “I don’t know. You’re driving up, right?”

  “Yeah. I’m hauling the stuff I don’t trust the movers with. It would be fun. It would be an adventure.” Lisa grinned and crossed her fingers, hoping to persuade her friend.

  “I’d have to make a ton of calls and make sure they knew at work. I can work remotely, so it shouldn’t be a problem.” She flopped on one of the three plastic chairs that were left and crossed her legs. “How would I get back? Plane or would you drive me back, too?”

  “Either one. Your choice. Come on, two friends, big city for a week, no deadlines looming, and money, let’s not forget the money! The first part of my advance will be in the bank on Monday morning.” Every time she thought about the money, Lisa’s smile widened, and her heart skipped a beat.

  “God! I cannot believe you finally got it. Finally, that big break you’ve been chasing all these years.” She bounced up and hugged Lisa again. “I’m so happy and so proud!” She backed up a step. “I’ll go with you. It sounds fun and a little scary but I’m up for it. You know I’ve never been out of the state, but what the hell? No better time to spread my wings, broaden my horizons, than now, with you, my big successful novelist friend.”

  They both laughed. Lisa was reminded of the few times in college when they had fallen to giggling about something and couldn’t stop. They would laugh until tears streamed down their faces as if they had no cares in the world.

  Lisa had thought those times were long gone since graduation. She had been working a job and paying her own way while still persistently chasing her dream. Physical and emotional exhaustion had set her on auto-pilot months ago and she hadn’t even realized it until getting the letter in the mail from KR Publishing, one of the largest publishing houses in the industry.

  ***

  The final day in Charlotte came. Lisa and Toni loaded into Lisa’s Chevy Blazer, old but nice, and she had owned it outright since her third year of college, and set out, following the new GPS navigator set up on the dash.

  “I’m glad you bought this little jewel. I feel safer already.” Toni shifted in her seat, adjusted her big sunglasses, and smiled out the window at a group of male joggers. “I wonder if they have any of those in New York?”

  “Joggers? I’m sure they do, Toni.” Lisa shook her head, laughing at Toni’s consistent interest in the scantily-clad male form.

  There was no shortage of them in Charlotte, or the outlying communities. Especially not in the college towns, where sports were a big deal.

  Lisa drove, watching the landscape change slightly as they traveled on their northerly course. The mountains became smaller until they were only hills, those gave way in Pennsylvania to large tracts of flatland. Already, Lisa missed her mountains. Though she hadn’t lived extremely close to them, they were always within sight and if she had decided to go for a hike, or a nature walk, a short drive deposited her in the forested mountains.

  “Guess I’ll have to adjust to being away from the mountains.”

  “You’ll soon have enough money banked that you can come visit whenever you want. It won’t be that bad.” Toni patted Lisa’s shoulder reassuringly.

  The next day, they arrived at Lisa’s new apartment. It was not impressive from the outside. The building was rundown and in need of some maintenance. Nothing terrible, mostly superficial, but it still saddened her to see it. She had hoped for a slightly better building.

  Eyeing the many boxes stacked around her furniture inside, Lisa sighed. The movers had set the boxes in each room according to their labels. “That looks like a lot of manual labor.” She pushed the door shut.

  Toni turned and gawked at the line of six locks on the door. “Oh, my God! Did you happen to check the crime rates in the area? Look at all those locks.”

  “Wow, I hope I never have to get out of here in a hurry.” Lisa flipped each lock.

  Laughing, Toni said, “Maybe that’s why there’s a fire escape on the other side of that window.” She pointed to the living room window.

  The fire escape looked old and rusty, not to mention it sliced up the only view from any window in the place. “At least the view won’t distract me while I’m writing.”

  “That’s for sure.” Toni helped Lisa unpack the necessities and set up the bed.

  Chapter 3

  (Lisa)

  By the following evening, the apartment was set up and all the boxes put out for recycling. Lisa and Toni were having fun even though they were tired.

  “I never realized how many books you have. It took longer to set up your workspace than any other part of the house.” Toni fanned at her face and lifted another window, which squealed loudly in its track.

  “I love books, what can I say?” Lisa shrugged, grinning sheepishly. She was thankful Toni had been there to help. Otherwise she might have still been unpacking the boxes a month later. They had put on music, had pizza delivered, Toni had flirted with the deliveryman, naturally, and then they had worked late into the night, and had picked up as soon as they were awake the next morning.

  “So, when is this first meeting with the infamous Rich Besser?” Toni rubbed her palms together.

  “Tomorrow at noon. He wanted to meet at a café and discuss the book over coffee. Do you believe that?” Rich Besser’s reputation as one of the best editors to work with had preceded him. The privilege of meeting him was worth all the trouble of the move in itself.

  “It still seems like a dream. One of the best editors in the world wants to have coffee with you. You must be on Cloud Nine right now. I would be.” Toni flopped back onto the couch, dangling her feet over the arm.

  “I am. I’m still not sure how to dress, act, react, what to order, hell I don’t even really know what to expect. My only interaction with editors has been through email or snail mail.”

  “Tell you what. Let’s get cleaned up and go to this Café Lola and see what it’s like. That way you’ll at least have a sense of the setting before your meeting.” Toni sat up, raised her eyebrows in a question, and nodded tentatively. “This is supposed to be an adventure, let’s do this. Own it, girl! You moved up here like a boss, leaving everything and everybody behind that you knew, so let’s go grab this city by the horns and show it what you’re really made of!”

  Toni had always been able to make the most mundane things seem interesting and adventurous. She could always see the silver lining in even the darkest of clouds. Making Lisa feel like a winner who was in charge of her own destiny, Toni choreographed the rest of the day.

  First, they visited Café Lola and ordered coffee. Then they walked past the KR Publishing building. It was huge compared to the picture Lisa had of it in her mind. People moved in and out of the large, open lobby, their shoes clacking and clicking noisily on the marble floor. The three women behind the long, semi-circular granite counter were gorgeous. They could have been super models in their sleek, power suits and long, straight hair swept into sexy-casual up-dos.

  “Okay, stop peering through the glass before they think you’re a homeless waif and call the cops on you for loitering. Come on.” Toni pulled Lisa away from the front glass and down the sidewalk.

  “Publishers’ Row. I always wanted to be here, to belong here, but now that I’m here, I’m scared. What if I fail miserably?” She hated to sound like Little Debbie Downer, always looking at the worst-case scenario.

 

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