Steamy Coffee Collection Series by Whitney G., Joe Arden, Erin Mallon

He definitely wasn't supposed to get that email....Subject: My Boss.Have I already told you that I hate my boss today? Sexy as hell or not, this pompous, arrogant, ASSHOLE asked me to pick up his dry cleaning the second I walked through the door. Then he told me that I needed to take his Jaguar to a car wash that was ten miles outside of the city, but only after I needed to stand in a never-ending line to buy some type of limited, hundred-dollar watch... moreHe definitely wasn't supposed to get that email....Subject: My Boss.Have I already told you that I hate my boss today? Sexy as hell or not, this pompous, arrogant, ASSHOLE asked me to pick up his dry cleaning the second I walked through the door. Then he told me that I needed to take his Jaguar to a car wash that was ten miles outside of the city, but only after I needed to stand in a never-ending line to buy some type of limited, hundred-dollar watch. I honestly can't wait to see the look on his face two months from now when I tell him that I'm quitting his company and that he can kiss my ass. KISS. MY. ASS. All those former fantasies about him kissing me with his "mouth of perfection" or bending me over my desk and filling me with his cock are long over. OVER. Your bestie, Mya PS - Please tell me your day is going better than mine....Subject: Re: My Boss.No, you haven't already told me that you hate your boss today, but seeing as though you've sent me this email directly, I know now....Yes, I did ask you to pick up my dry cleaning the second you arrived to work to day. (Where is it?) And I did tell you to take my Jaguar to the car wash and pick up my thousand-dollar watch. (Thank you for taking five hours to do something that could be accomplished in two.) You don't have to wait two months from now to see the look on my face when you tell me you're quitting. I'm standing outside your office at this very moment. (Open the door. ) No comment on your "fantasies", although I highly doubt they're "long over".Your boss, Michael PS - Yes. My day is definitely going far better than yours....A steamy office-romance novella from New York Times best-selling author Whitney G. less

"Lean back on the table and spread your legs for me ..." Being a doctor in New York City has never been easy. Especially for someone like me, who has a private practice and an incompetent staff who insists on leaving me to fill in for them.  Over the past six months, I've performed one too many pap smears, three too many "breast exams," and scrubbed in on several reconstructive surgeries. (This would be acceptable, if I was still interested in general medicine, but I'm not... more"Lean back on the table and spread your legs for me ..." Being a doctor in New York City has never been easy. Especially for someone like me, who has a private practice and an incompetent staff who insists on leaving me to fill in for them.  Over the past six months, I've performed one too many pap smears, three too many "breast exams," and scrubbed in on several reconstructive surgeries. (This would be acceptable, if I was still interested in general medicine, but I'm not. I'm supposed to be a goddamn therapist ...) When my team finally came to their senses and decided to bring someone more competent into the practice last month, I was actually elated.  Until I realized that our new "doctor" was none other than the woman I was supposed to meet for dinner two weeks ago. The same woman who stood me up with nothing more than an "I can't meet you anymore, sorry," after we agreed to move our online talks into reality.  I haven't forgotten any of the filthy fantasies she told me about, and I never deleted our dirty messages. And if she thinks that I'm going to act like a "professional" and pretend like that shit never happened, she has another thing coming ... less

Today is officially the worst day of my life....I woke up five hours late after a reckless one-night stand with the sexiest, cockiest, and most arrogant man I've ever met. (And this asshole actually left a note: "I think you were lying to me about being 'experienced' last night. You orgasmed three times, and that was before we made it to your bedroom. I also find it hard to believe you 'usually wear silk or lingerie'. Your drawers are all full of cotton granny panties... moreToday is officially the worst day of my life....I woke up five hours late after a reckless one-night stand with the sexiest, cockiest, and most arrogant man I've ever met. (And this asshole actually left a note: "I think you were lying to me about being 'experienced' last night. You orgasmed three times, and that was before we made it to your bedroom. I also find it hard to believe you 'usually wear silk or lingerie'. Your drawers are all full of cotton granny panties. - The best man you've ever fucked...") My top two clients for my PR company left to my number one competitor, my roommate "accidentally" bleached my favorite suit, and my favorite coffee shop was shut down for "health concerns".Still, none of those things dimmed my excitement for what was supposed to be the best four o'clock signing session of my career. I was on the verge of signing the highest paying client in my company's history, taking on a so-called "impossible" job that no publicist had been able to handle. But at four o'clock, there was no athlete, television personality, or celebrity. Instead, that sexy, arrogant one-night stand stepped into my office with a familiar smirk and introduced himself as my new, cocky client.... less