Authors: Ann Mayburn
The Fighter’s Secretary
His prim and proper secretary has a naughty side…
Amanda’s attraction to her boss, former UFC World Champion Dallas Ortega, is off the charts. The bad boy turned successful businessman is hot, smart, and everything she’s ever wanted in a guy. The bad news? He’s also a notorious ladies man. Amanda has no intention of becoming another one of his conquests, but a girl can fantasize…
Dallas can’t believe it when he views a security tape showing Amanda, his classy, elegant secretary, doing very naughty things with one of the BDSM toys he left in his office. He’s been falling for Amanda for months and struggling to keep their relationship professional. Now? He’s going for the win. Dallas isn’t above using a little blackmail and trickery to get his submissive secretary into his bed and, hopefully, get him inside her heart.
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THE FIGHTER’S SECRETARY
Bad Boys Series
Copyright © 2014 ANN MAYBURN
Cover art by Amanda Kelsey
Edited by Trinity Scott
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First All Romance eBooks publication: May 2014
Dallas Ortega glanced over at his chief of security, Richie Wells, and let out a long sigh. “Did you find out who stole the nipple clamps?”
They were in Dallas’s office on the top floor of one of the best office buildings in downtown Miami. The space had a killer view of the ocean, and was a far cry from the ghetto of Chicago where he’d grown up. On the wall hung various pictures of him in different tournaments during his time as a professional fighter, along with mementos from his seven-year career using his fists to make his fortune. But thanks to one concussion too many those days were behind him now and he’d successfully made the transition from fighter to businessman. Well, financially he’d made the transition, personally he’d never be comfortable with wearing a suit and sitting behind a big desk all day. Thankfully he had a great staff working for him that took care of the boring bullshit so he could focus on trying out new products and inventing new gear and equipment for fighters.
But someone with access to his office had stolen a six-thousand-dollar diamond and gold pair of nipple clamps out of his desk. He’d ordered them ten months ago for his skank ex-girlfriend, Tammy, before he’d found out she was a cheating bitch. It didn’t take her long to show her true colors by fucking one of Dallas’s old rivals in the UFC, Kyle. But now they were gone and he had no idea who could have taken them.
When the nipple clamps had arrived a couple weeks ago he’d admired them, then tossed them into his desk, not wanting to deal with the painful memories they brought up. But now one of his friends in the lifestyle wanted to buy them and they were nowhere to be found. It was like anything that had to do with Tammy was cursed.
Just the thought of his ex made his stomach lurch. Tammy lived for the press and attention that came from dating a UFC champ and now that Dallas was retired he couldn’t provide her with the fame that she craved like a drug. She was the ultimate arm candy, a former ring girl and supermodel beautiful. She was also a master manipulator and loved drama. When they’d been together he hadn’t realized just how much she’d been pretending to be someone she wasn’t, but less than a day after he’d announced he was retiring for good she was fucking Kyle and preening on his arm at press conferences. Turns out she’d been screwing a bunch of UFC fighters behind Dallas’s back and he was just thankful he’d never had unprotected sex with her.
Richie cleared his throat, drawing Dallas back to the present, and an uncharacteristic flush burned on his chief of security’s tanned cheeks as he glanced behind him as if to make sure the door to Dallas’s office was closed. “Yeah, I found out who took them, but…it’s not like you think. And you can’t be fucking pissed off at me when you see the surveillance footage. You asked me to find out who did it, and I did. But I’ll let you know right now that you have the only copy of it and I will never speak of it again.”
Disconcerted, Dallas leaned forward and nailed Richie with a glare that had made more than one grown man tremble in fear. “What’s going on?”
Running both his hands through his blond hair, Richie lifted his chin in the direction of the monitor on Dallas’s desk. “Well, it’s no secret how crazy possessive you are of your secretary.”
“Amanda is not my secretary,” came Dallas’s automatic reply. “She’s my personal assistant. If she hears you call her my secretary she’ll have your balls in her purse.”
“Look, man, just watch the tape. And remember, I didn’t know what was going to be on it.”
“Wait, are you saying Amanda took them?”
Disbelief filled his voice and he immediately rejected the idea. If there was one thing he knew it was that his prim and proper secretary wouldn’t jaywalk, let alone steal from him. Amanda was as straight as they came, a good, classy woman to the core and so far out of his league that it wasn’t funny.
Being not only the head of his security but also his best friend, Richie was more than aware of Dallas’s one-sided attraction to the beautiful woman. When she first started working for him six months ago he’d hit on her and been shot down time and time again. She saw him as nothing more than a muscle-head man-whore, and he had to admit that he’d slept with more than his fair share of very willing women after his breakup with Tammy. He wished he could go back in time and not come off like such a player when they first met, but that wasn’t going to happen.
He’d give up the entire business empire he’d paid for with his blood and sweat, all up for a chance to win Amanda’s heart.
Too bad that was never going to happen. His girl could freeze ice cubes with her glare and it was almost like she had some invisible force field that kept men away. Then again, anyone who came near Amanda Dallas usually warned off, quickly. This was his woman, even if she didn’t know it.
Richie sighed then actually flushed. “Jesus Christ, just watch the fucking tape, Dallas. I’ll be over here in the corner protecting my balls.”
Dallas blew out a harsh breath and turned his attention to the monitor, clicking Play as he leaned forward to watch the surveillance footage. The time stamp showed it was four days ago, and from the angle of the camera he could see his desk and the big leather couch that sat up against the far wall. A slice of the floor-to-ceiling windows that showed the dark sky beyond with a few lights shining here and there was at the very edge of the frame. The video was surprisingly good and when motion came from the corner of the camera’s view he leaned forward, surprised when a moment later Amanda came onto the screen with an armful of folders.
A quick glance at the time stamp showed that it was past eight o’clock at night and he wondered what the hell she was doing there until he remembered that the next day he’d had a big presentation to some potential investors. Amanda had, with her usual efficiency, provided him with everything he’d needed to wow the investors. With a wince of chagrin he realized that he’d only told her about the meeting two hours before the end of the day. She’d obviously stayed late to get the presentation together without him knowing.
His gaze devoured her as she moved with liquid grace across his office and he couldn’t help but grin when she frowned and bent down to pick something up off the floor. It was the black T-shirt he’d worn that day and forgotten to pick up when he’d changed before leaving work to meet with his mother at a nice restaurant for dinner. Amanda looked stunning, as usual. All long legs and elegant bone structure, with the prettiest pink lips he’d ever seen. She never wore a drop of makeup, not that she needed it. The Asian heritage she’d gotten from her mother was evident in her porcelain skin and the slight tilt to the green eyes she’d inherited from her American father.
Dallas knew all about Amanda’s family, had made it a point to get to know everything he could about her. To say he was slightly obsessed with her was an understatement, but he’d managed to keep himself under control around her. The last thing he wanted to do was scare her off by coming on too hard. So he kept his flirting playful, letting her think that he was just messing with her, but fucking hell he wanted those long legs wrapped around his waist in the worst way.
After tossing his T-shirt onto the sofa he heard her sigh. Not realizing the tape had audio as well he turned the speakers up. Amanda set the folders on his desk then moved around to sit in his chair. She opened his file drawer and began to mutter something that was no doubt not a compliment on his filing abilities. He tended to just dump shit in his drawers, which never failed to piss Amanda off. She said trying to organize his life was like trying to herd a six-year-old hyped up on Pixy Stix.
She opened the top left drawer then began to pull out piles of paper and he felt a momentary pang of guilt at the fact that he was such a slob. Then she paused and he could hear her softly say, “Holy shit.”
Richie cleared his throat. “Remember, I didn’t know what was going to happen.”
“Shut the fuck up,” Dallas murmured as he watched Amanda take the nipple clamps out.
They were actually quite beautiful, made by a jeweler who specialized in BDSM gear. Dallas had been a sexual Dominant for most of his adult life and enjoyed buying his submissives nice things. The nipple clamps were a thumbscrew design, a solid gold chain connecting them, with small diamonds embedded into the clamps themselves. They sparkled as Amanda held them up to the light. His heart raced as he wondered if he was about to see the woman he was pretty sure he loved steal from him.
If he’d lived to be a million years old he’d never have guessed what she did next.
Instead of slipping them into the pocket of her conservative black suit jacket, she ran her fingers along the length and gave a soft, definitely sexual moaning sound that made his cock instantly rock hard.
Then she whispered, “Oh, Dallas, you are a bad boy.”
Without looking up he growled out to Richie, “Get the fuck out.”
“Give me a call when you’re done.”
Dallas didn’t even look up as Richie left and closed the door behind him. His gaze was totally focused on the image of Amanda slowly standing from his chair and making her way over to his sofa. His heart raced when she sat down, slipped off her jacket, and began to unbutton her white silk blouse with its high, lacy collar. She always wore shirts like that, shirts that came up tight around her graceful throat. For the first time he wondered if maybe she wore shirts like that because she liked the sensation of something around her neck.
When the shirt was fully unbuttoned she glanced at what he assumed was the closed door to his office, biting her plump lower lip, then slipped her glasses off and set them on the couch next to her. Still holding the nipple clamps in one hand, she parted her shirt to reveal her lacy white demi-bra cupping the best tits he’d ever seen. Despite her slender figure she had full breasts that pushed against the material of her bra. When she tugged a cup down, revealing one elongated, dark nipple he almost came in his pants.
Dragging in a deep breath into his oxygen starved lungs, he gave a tormented groan as she began to apply the clamp to her left breast like she knew what she was doing. Then she repeated the gesture with her right breast until both of her delicious nipples were pinched between the clamps. He wished he could zoom the camera in, take in the nuances of her expression, watch the flush he could faintly see spread from her cheeks down to her chest. The body she hid behind her conservative suits was fucking amazing and he wondered if her skin was as soft as it looked.
She grasped the chain dangling between her breasts and gave it a good tug, her whimper making him want to go hunt her down right now and fuck her until she screamed his name. Giving the door another quick glance, she kicked off her heels and placed her stocking covered feet on the edge of the table, then lifted her butt so she could wiggle her knee length skirt up around her hips. When the edges of her white garters holding up her nude thigh highs were revealed he had to grab his dick through his pants, swearing under his breath at the realization that she wore such naughty underwear beneath her suits.
She slipped the edge of her panties aside and he strained to see her pussy, but he could only catch a glimpse of bare, slick flesh and his mouth watered. Just when he thought she couldn’t get any sexier, he found out she shaved that pretty little cunt of hers. He could almost taste her against his lips, almost feel that oh so soft flesh against the head of his cock as he penetrated her. His dick ached and he paused the tape to quickly go to his door and lock it before returning to his desk and jerking his pants down enough to free his cock. He’d been going through a dry spell for the past few months, unable to find any woman that interested him like his hot little PA, and his control was tenuous at best. If he didn’t jerk off he was going to kidnap Amanda and fuck her until she admitted she wanted him.