My Valentine (A Dirty Boss Romance #4) Read Online C.M. Steele

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Romance, Virgin Tags Authors: Series: A Dirty Boss Romance Series by C.M. Steele
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Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 25739 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 129(@200wpm)___ 103(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
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I read the words and crumbled up the card. Angry, violently jealous, hating this Jack fucker, ready to kill him.

I press the button on my phone, summoning my assistant. “Ms. Pernetti, come into my office… now.”

“One moment, please,” she answers over the speaker. What the fuck? I don’t like that she’s making me wait. My blood boils at the way she’s taking too long. I look at my watch, and it’s only been maybe twenty seconds, but it’s too much for me. Since when have I been so damn impatient with her? Standing, I march to my door and throw it open.

“Now,” I bark, sticking my head out of my office door to see her talking to a large man in a suit. I recognize the asshole, but I’m not sure where from. Immediately, I hate him.

“Sorry, here’s the keys,” she tells him without answering my question and then she gives him a big hug. There are no words for the way my emotions are overwhelming my rational mind.

“I’ll see you later.” He winks and walks out through the glass doors to the elevators.

“In my office now, Ms. Pernetti.”

“Yes, Mr. King.” She walks toward me with her head down, knowing that I’m displeased, but she should have answered me instead of ushering her lover out of here before I could rip his heart out. I let her walk past me and then step in the room behind her, closing and locking the door.

“We have a problem. A serious one,” I state with an even tone, hiding the turmoil inside me.

“We do?”

“Yes. Today you’ve managed to not only break the rules about outside, unapproved guests in my office, but you’ve special deliveries as if this is your home, Ms. Pernetti.” I want to punish her for not falling at my feet in love with me when I’ve given her no reason. Why can’t she see that I’m better than that fucker she’d chosen over me?

“I can’t control who sends me flowers. Besides, I didn’t let him go into your office,” she snipes at me.

I pin her with a glare, and she gasps, knowing immediately that she’s spoken completely out of turn. I’m only pissed because she’s right. I can’t control who sends her flowers. Not yet, but I will.

Stepping closer to her, I take a deep breath, and then speak clearly with each word pointed, “This entire floor is my office, Ms. Pernetti. Don’t interrupt me again.” Running my fingers through my hair, I have to calm myself down before I fucking drill her to my desk right now. “How long have you been here?”

“A month and a half.”

“And in that month and a half, not once you mentioned a lover, boyfriend, and since there’s no ring on your finger, a husband, but today you decide to throw that discretion out the window. Flaunting your relationship in my face,” I bite out, letting the bitter sting of jealousy show.

“What? Flaunting…”

“What did I say about interrupting me?” I press my fingers to her mouth. Her eyes widen, and she closes her lips as if kissing my hand. It feels good, but I still pull back. “Better.”

“Sir, it’s….”

“What don’t you get, Valentine? Did I tell you to speak? Are you all about fucking breaking rules today?” I clench and relax my fists and then slide off my suit jacket, setting it on the coat rack beside the door. “You can answer me now, Ms. Pernetti.” I undo my cuffs, rolling up my sleeves as I walk around to stand in front of her.

“I didn’t mean to break any rules,” she stammers, looking at my forearms and then back up to my eyes. Lust screams in her pretty blue eyes, and I wonder if my sweet little assistant has a hidden side to her. Never once has Valentine given me any sign that she wants me, but now her eyes are tracing my body, and her tongue slips past her lips like she’s mesmerized by what she sees.

I snap my fingers, grabbing her attention again. “What should I do about all the rule-breaking?” I ask, knowing I’d love to take her over my desk and shove my cock deep inside her, fucking her cunt and make her forget that asshole.

“Please don’t fire me,” she mutters, shaking off the hazy look and returning to the professional I see every single day.

“If you weren’t such a damn excellent assistant, I would have. You’re here to work, not fuck around with your boyfriend.” The phone rings, interrupting our very inappropriate and unethical talk, shaking me out of the lust-filled haze and making me remember my position as her boss. One of a few reasons I never gave into the desire to make her mine.

“Answer it now,” I snarl. She runs to my desk and picks up my desk phone. I growl, knowing she’s touching my receiver. My dick hardens to the point of pain in my slacks. I adjust it so that my zipper doesn’t break.



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