Miss Blaine's Misconduct by Andra Ashe
contemporary erotic BDSM romance
Cover Art by Pink Petal Books
Release Date: 12/13/12
Personal assistant to some very wealthy and high-profile A-listers, Lily finds herself organizing a charity event for a bachelor who seems too nice to be true. Her excitement around him is heightened when he begins playing games with darkness and touch, as well as using tricks to get her alone—and without panties. But falling for the man who delivers a few titillating slaps on her behind isn’t a good idea, since she could soil her reputation. On the day of the final event, she expects to move on, but the handsome masked man has other plans.
Another day, another A-lister to organise. Lily pointed the electronic key at her two-door coupe, hoisted her black messenger bag more securely onto her shoulder, and pressed the intercom on the pillar beside the tall wrought iron gates.
“Miss Blaine?” the predictably husky voice of Nick Gregory responded. Lily shook her head and smiled to herself. Of course someone who looked like God’s gift to women would have a voice to match. She’d seen his photos in the papers and women’s magazines, but this temp job had been arranged through the agency so she’d not spoken to him in person.
“Yes, Mr. Gregory,” she replied, in executive assistant mode.
“Come on in. The front door will be open,” the voice said. The intercom clicked off and the gates swung open.
As Lily walked up the circular driveway, she hoped this would be a straightforward job with no diva dramas. But Nick Gregory was a wealthy businessman, not a rock star or TV celebrity. Dramas she could deal with, but pretentious egos made her grit her teeth and swear under her breath. Her reputation was for hardnosed control over whatever task was thrown her way, and she couldn’t afford to let personal prejudices interfere with getting the job done. Not always easy.
Arriving at the white double front door, Lily turned the handle. More often than not in her position she had free access to her client’s homes and felt no discomfort letting herself in.
A staircase worthy of Gone with the Wind rose directly in front of the door and Nick Gregory, dressed in casual but obviously expensive black sweatshirt and chinos, bare feet, and trendy black glasses descended, like a nerdy Rhett Butler sans moustache.
His sleek, dark hair and dimpled chin were easy on the eye, and Lily appreciated a gorgeous-looking man as much as the next woman, but she’d worked for enough of them for the novelty to have worn off a long time ago.
“Miss Blaine,” he walked towards her. “Thank you for coming at such short notice. My assistant had a family emergency and was in the middle of organising our annual fundraiser for the Children’s Hospital.”
It was a little quaint to be called Miss Blaine, but somehow refreshing, so she resisted her natural instinct to tell him to call her Lily. “That’s what I’m here for, Mr. Gregory.”
“I don’t know about you, but I don’t start the day without a coffee,” he said, leading the way past the staircase. It was always a lottery whether clients would treat her as an equal or a lackey, and the face they showed to the public wasn’t necessarily the one they had in private. Getting on well was imperative to continuing to get work. One bad word from someone high-powered and she wouldn’t work again.
That he was making the coffee rather than waiting for her to do it was an unexpected informality. That he was doing it barefoot was surprisingly intimate and sexy. Not the way she’d expected to start her working day.
Morning sunlight streamed into the kitchen, which was almost as big as her whole apartment. For the first time on a job, Lily felt a little awkward. She was usually thrown straight into her tasks and had things under control within half an hour.
Still, she thrived on new experiences, so she took a seat at the table by the window. No matter how casual Nick Gregory seemed to like his working arrangements, it was more than slightly disconcerting that he was barefoot, humming to himself while he made her coffee. More like a lover than an employer.
“How do you take it?” His voice broke into her thoughts.