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  The BoSS Too

  Book 2

  Managing the Bosses Series

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  Lexy Timms

  Copyright 2015 by Lexy Timms

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  Managing the Bosses Series

  The Boss

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  The Boss Too

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  From Best Selling Author, Lexy Timms, comes a billionaire romance that'll make you swoon and fall in love all over again.

  Jamie Connors has decided a job is more important than a boyfriend. She's landed an awesome position working as billionaire Alex Reid's personal PA. It is not meant to be a job with benefits and yet she finds herself in Alex' bed. Despite being smart, pretty, and slightly overweight, she doesn't believe she's attractive enough for a man like Alex.

  Trying to manage work and put as much time into her sister's wedding, Jamie finds herself trying to please everyone. Her sister's wedding is at the foreground of the family's attention. Jamie would be fine if her sister wasn't so bossy, if her mother would stop nagging and her awful ex-boyfriend wasn't about to become her brother-in-law.

  Jamie has to learn to love herself again, speak up for herself and have the confidence to go after what she wants. She also needs to prove to Alex that she's perfect for her job and for his bed.

  ** The Boss Too is book 2 in the Managing the Bosses series. **

  For mature audiences only. There are adult situations, but this is a love story, NOT erotica.

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  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

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  Chapter 1

  Jamie stared at the reflection in the mirror. For someone who hated to look at herself, she was starting to spend a lot more time seeing herself for the first time, again and again. She touched her neck, the three small finger-pressed bruises had gone and she was glad Stephen wouldn’t be at the dinner tonight to celebrate her father’s birthday. He had to work late, according to Christine.

  Alex had offered to come with her to the dinner. Not because he wanted to dine with her, but because he had felt obligated to provide protection in case Stephen showed up. Since their wild night over a week ago things had gone from awkward to back to semi-normal. She shouldn’t have spent the night. She should have gone back to her place instead of staying tangled in his sheets. His compliments and sexy smile had convinced her otherwise.

  In the early hours of the morning, she had slipped out of his bed and gone back to her suite. She’d changed into workout clothes and gone for a run on the treadmill to try and clear her head. It hadn’t helped. The morning light brought her actions into clarity and as much as she had needed that night, it hadn’t been right.

  It didn’t help that after she had showered, she had to text him and ask to drive to work with him because her car was still in the office garage. They’d sat in awkward silence and when they arrived at the office, Jamie found an excuse to need to go to her car. Alex didn’t argue when she suggested he head in and she would be up shortly behind him.

  They had managed to get through the day, with a lot of meetings, and as the days worn into the next neither brought up the night of passion. By the time a week had passed, they had stopped trying to avoid each other. Jamie spent her free time in the gym and had gone shopping to buy a bathing suit so she could start swimming in the pool. She’d watched Alex swim one evening, hiding behind her blinds. Her body warmed as she watched him swim laps.

  “Jamie!” Christine stepped into the bathroom. “What’s taking you so long?”

  Jamie jumped back from the mirror and pretended to dry her hands with the machine. “I had to send a few emails out for work,” she lied.

  “It’s dad’s birthday. Can’t you take a night off?”

  “I am. Right now.”

  “Good.” Christine played with her hair in the mirror and touched up her makeup. She glanced at Jamie in the mirror’s reflection. “You wearing a girdle or something?”

  “What? No.” Jamie shook her head. “I’ve lost a bit of weight.” She shrugged. “I’ve kind of found my groove in the gym. The treadmill and I have become good friends.” She wanted to tell Christine about her night with Alex but held back.

  “A real Christmas miracle.” She smiled. “Now let’s just see if you can keep it off.” She squinted at Jamie. “You’re still not the right size for the red dress.”

  Jamie opened the door and held it for her sister. The damn red dress. She bit back a comment and forced a smile on her face. “I’m doing this for me. Not for you.”

  Christine walked back to the table. If she heard Jamie’s comment, she didn’t acknowledge it.

  Jamie purposely sat beside her mother, leaving the space beside Christine open for Stephen if he showed, and far enough from Jamie she didn’t have to speak to him.

  Her mother picked up a menu. “This is a nice restaurant you chose, Jamie. Full of healthy choices, I hope?”

  “Fruit for dessert and everything.” She winked at her dad.

  “Excellent. I really hope you’ll take advantage of that today, then. I know it’s your father’s birthday, but it wouldn’t do to let yourself go before your sister’s wedding.”

  “Of course, not,” Jamie said automatically. She planned on eating the piece of cheesecake Murray had left with her meal earlier today. He still made her meals, same as Alex’s, and she couldn’t complain. He was an amazing cook.


  Jamie turned to her father and gave him a hug. He hugged her back. “Happy Birthday, Dad,” she said. “I got you two tickets to a Broadway play. Don’t tell Mom. She wanted me to sign you up for the vegetable of the month club.”

  Her dad smiled. He was looking more and more like himself these days.

  “How’s the wedding planning going, Christine?” Jamie’s mom asked over a glass of wine. “I hope it’s not too much work to do on your own.” She shot Jamie a disappointed glance.

  “It’s a lot of work. I’m exhausted.” Christine made a face. “With Jamie’s job in the way, it’s very difficult for her to help me. But everything is under control.”

  “I’m so glad. It must be so difficult planning everything and yet you look so much in control.”

  The waiter came then, much to Jamie’s relief. “Can I take your orders?” he asked.

  “I’d like the chicken Caesar salad, please,” Jamie said, handing him the menu.

  “Dressing on the side,” her mother said, raising an eyebrow at Jamie. “She wants dressing on the side.”

  “I’d rather have dressing on the actual salad. I don’t think it’ll kill me.”

  “No, but it might send you on a downward spiral to obesity.”

  Jamie sighed. “Fine,” she said. “Dressing on the side, please.”

  “I’ll have the same, but with the dressing on the salad,” Christine said. “And a chocolate martini, as well.”

  “Another red wine for me, and the seafood chowder,” her mother added. She elbowed her husband and he looked up from his phone.

  “Oh,” he mumbled. “Just the special. Thank you.”

  “I can’t wait to see your wedding dress,” Jamie’s mother said to Christine. “It’s going to look fantastic on you, I know it will.”

  Jamie’s father rolled his eyes and checked his pocket for his headphones. When he realized he didn’t bring them he turned to Jamie. “What have you been up to as of late?”

  “Gina, a girl I work with, and I went out for happy hour at the bar across the street, and—”

  “Oh no, you got the fried shrimp, didn’t you?” Christine rolled her eyes. “You always do. I knew you were wearing a girdle tonight!”

  She bit back a comment. Her dress was loose and unfitted. Why in the world would she wear a girdle with it? “Has your wedding dress come in already?”

  “Excuse me, I hope you don’t mind me interrupting a moment,” a smooth, male voice said. “Could I speak with Jamie a moment?”

  Jamie flushed. Could this night get any more awkward?

  Everyone stared at Alex as he approached the table. Jamie could see three men in very expensive business suits sitting at the table behind them.

  She stood and walked over to him. “Business dinner?”

  “Boring as hell. I’d rather be at your table.”

  She tried not to smile. “No, you wouldn’t, trust me.”

  He glanced behind her. “No Stephen tonight?”

  “Not so far.” She wondered if he’d purposely brought the meeting to the restaurant as she could have sworn his agenda had him downtown tonight. “Do you need anything, Mr. Reid?” She’d gone back to calling him by his full name and he hadn’t argued.

  His face betrayed nothing. “There’s a contract I’ll need you to type up tonight. I hope that’s not too much of a bother?”

  She couldn’t tell if he was being sarcastic or trying to see if she would be home tonight. “No problem. I may have to borrow your computer as my laptop is at work. I didn’t think to take it back this evening.”

  Did she detect a spark in his eye at the mention of his laptop? Warm tingling teased deep in her belly as she thought of the last time she’d used it and he’d caught her looking at porn. It wasn’t my fault! She wanted to tell him. Even if she’d been the one snooping at his computer history.

  “Not a problem. I’ll also make sure Gina orders you a Mac notebook similar to mine with connections to the office.”

  “Sure.” She heard her mother cough and clear her throat behind her.

  “Excellent.” He turned back to the entrepreneurs behind him. “I believe we’ve concluded our business for tonight, Ms. Connors. I hope you enjoy the rest of the meal. Direct the bill to me when it comes. My treat for your father’s birthday.” He turned and walked back to his table.

  Dinner dragged on at a ridiculously slow pace. She nodded at Alex as she left before her family ordered dessert, using the excuse of the contract to get away early.

  “Ms. Connors?” Alex called out.

  “Yes?” She turned around and walked back to his table.

  One of the businessmen blatantly ran his gaze down and then back up Jamie’s body. “Ms. Connors, is it? Come join us for a drink!”

  Jamie smiled politely.

  “She can’t.” Alex stopped Jamie before she could reply herself. He tossed her a set of keys. “My computer is in the kitchen. I’ll send you the outline of the contract via email shortly.”

  She caught the keys as he finished speaking and nodded. “No problem.” When she turned to go, she heard the one businessman who had spoken to her earlier complain to Alex and then Alex’s response.

  “You could have let her join us for a drink!”

  “She’s not that kind of personal assistant.”

  What the hell did he mean by that?

  Chapter 2

  “Sorry you had to leave your family before you got dessert.” Alex stood in his kitchen, his eyes slightly red as Jamie sat at the counter finishing the report he’d asked her to type up.

  She shrugged. “I knew there was no way in hell I would get cake with my family watching my thighs. They’re on this get-Jamie-skinny mission.”

  “I’d gladly watch your—” Alex suddenly cleared his throat and shook his head, as if physically trying to stop himself from saying the words. “Well, you guessed wrong on that.” Alex tossed her a plastic takeout box. “I got some to go.”

  She shifted, warming at the sentence he didn’t finish. She eyed him as she slowly opened the box. Inside were several slices of chocolate cake. Had he been drinking? He seemed off. It threw her. She’d finally grown accustomed to being back to business only. She needed something to divert her attention from the handsome half-drunk hunk leaning against the counter beside her.

  She stared at the layers of rich, delicious chocolate. “I owe you big time.” Jamie opened the box and took the fork Alex offered. She slipped it into a heavenly piece of cake. She paused before taking a bite. Guilt filled her. “No, I can’t. They’re right. I’ll just get fat again.”

  “You can have some damn cake. I watch how hard you work out. A few extra calories won’t make you suddenly change that habit. Just eat some cake.” He motioned her to take a bite. When she didn’t, he leaned close and grabbed the fork from her hand, stealing the bite. “Wow! That is so good!” He closed his eyes as he savored the bite. He grinned as he handed the fork back to her.

  Jamie dipped the fork again and slipped it into her mouth. The sweetness melted like butter inside her mouth, filling her tongue with sugary deliciousness. She almost moaned out loud.

  “How’s the contract?”

  She swallowed and licked her lips. “Almost finished.”

  “I’ll make you some tea,” he offered. “Peppermint, right?”

  “Sure,” she replied, stealing another bite. “Thank you.” She typed a few more sentences of the report while watching him take container after container of tea out of his cupboard.

  A can of tea fell, clattering on the ground. Alex swore and reached to pick it up but it rolled towards Jamie’s feet.

  She picked it up herself and raised an eyebrow at the label. “What’s Bitch Tea?”

  Alex cleared his throat. “It’s, uh, just the name they give for this particular combination of herbs. It was given to me as a gag gift last Christmas.”

  Jamie turned over the can to read the information on the back. She smirked. “It helps mood sw
ings during PMS?”

  Alex took the can out of her hands and put it back in the cupboard. “I know it’s an offensive name.” He had the decency to blush. “And misleading. Apparently, you don’t turn into a bitch during your time of the month.” He smiled at her. “Actually, you’re never a bitch.”

  “You should see my sister. She turns into the Hulk the second week of every month. Stay away.”

  “Funny,” he said, grinning. “I thought she was always the Hulk.” He poured the hot water into a mug and set the tea smelling of peppermint down next to Jamie.

  She took a sip and smiled. “Thanks.” Getting back to work, she worked silently as she finished up the contract. Took one more bit of the cake and mentally planned to put an extra half hour on the treadmill tomorrow morning before work. Ten minutes later, she saved her work. “It’s all done.” She closed the laptop and stood. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

  “Please stay.” Alex stared at his glass now only holding ice, the whisky he’d poured himself long gone. “It’s nice to have a conversation that’s not a business meeting for ten minutes.”

  Jamie bit her lip, uncertain. She had no reason to believe he wanted anything more than non-work-related conversation while he waited for her to finish her tea. Except the last time they were in a room together when they weren’t working, they had ended up in Alex’s bedroom. And look how well that turned out. Well, it turned out well. For that night at least. The next morning was a different story.

  Alex must have read her mind because he smiled at her. “I assure you, I’m not looking for… repeat performances. We both know that’s not wise.”

  Jamie smiled hesitantly and nodded, ignoring the pang of disappointment she felt. “I guess I can stay for a little while.”

  He smiled and sat down beside her. “Awesome! How was your father’s birthday?”