Sending Nudes to My Boss (Curvy Boss Babes of Wild Bronco #2)

1. Dot

DOT

Once upon a time, I was violently attracted to my boss.

How could I not be?

All you have to do to understand my attraction is take a look into those eyes. Those light blue eyes. Sometimes they’re so pale, they’re nearly white. Like the sky on a winter morning.

Contrast that with his golden skin and jet black hair, and it’s no wonder I had a crush.

William is what you would call striking . The kind of good looks that make people turn on the sidewalk and stare. I know, because I witness this phenomenon frequently.

So yes. For a while, when I first started my job, I had a huge crush on my boss.

But don’t worry. It was a temporary lapse in judgment.

Because I’m not attracted to jerks. Obviously. And as I came to find out, William Hunter Lewis is a massive, condescending jerk.

Unfortunately for me, my good-looking boss is also the best criminal defense lawyer in the state of Texas. And because I’m not exactly rolling in piles of money right now, calling him when I'm in trouble just makes sense.

“Aggravated assault, disorderly conduct, and disturbing the peace,” William announces my charges to me through the bars in the jail cell.

I don’t know if it’s protocol for him to come back here and chat with me through the bars, but with William, everyone always seems to be willing to bend the rules.

They see his sharp suits and even sharper eyes, witness his bold charisma…and they fall to their knees. Willing to give him whatever he wants.

Once upon a time, Dot, you were eager to fall to your knees for this man too.

Ugh.

“Oh,” my boss continues, raising an unimpressed eyebrow. “I forgot. Also public intoxication. Seriously?”

“I wasn’t drunk!” I say. “I had maybe a sip of beer before that horrible woman started getting in my face.”

His expression softens a little.

“Did they do a breathalyzer when they picked you up?” he asks.

I shake my head.

“Then the judge will dismiss that one,” he shrugs, as though this isn’t the biggest deal in the world.

To me, though, it is.

I’ve never been in trouble before. I wasn’t exactly a “good girl” growing up – that honorable title was always reserved for my best friend and now sister-in-law, Katie – but I’ve never been in any real, legal trouble.

Being put into the back of a cop car an hour ago was surreal.

I stared at the back of the police officer’s head for the whole drive, wondering if he thought I was a bad person. Wondering what kind of people had sat in my same seat before, terrified and contemplating their choices during the quiet, lonely drive.

Before I became William’s assistant a couple of years ago, I didn’t know much about the justice system. I figured hey, if you don't want to go to jail, then don’t break any laws. Simple, right?

But it’s not.

Sometimes good people go to jail. People who are completely innocent. And also people who are guilty of the charged crimes…but they had a damn good reason for doing what they did.

In my case, I’m guilty. But I had a good reason. I swear, I did.

And Heather is the one who hit me. All I did was defend myself.

“They’ve got CC footage of the whole thing,” William continues. “I’m doing my best to get a hold of that video, because the prosecution will definitely have it. Until then, I need you to tell me everything that happened. Leave nothing out. I’m your lawyer right now, not your boss.”

I bite my lip. As though that kind of separation can really work. No matter what, after tonight my boss will have a new view of who I am. I’m not exactly thrilled to have to relay this embarrassing story to William, or to anyone else for that matter.

William looks down the hall in aggravation, then raises his voice.

“Someone better get down here and release Miss Baker right now,” he barks, his voice echoing off the cinder block walls and metal surfaces that line the jail. “Every minute I have to stand here and talk my client through these bars is another minute of unlawful detention on the record.”

I hate how much William’s “I’m a big bad lawyer, and you’ll do what I tell you to do!” voice turns me on.

As his assistant, I have the pleasure of experiencing it frequently. It never gets old. No matter how many times I hear him talk like that, it still sends spine-tingling waves of pure “this man could take me right here, right now” arousal through my body.

I try to shove the unwanted feelings away as a police officer hurries down the hallway, scowling at my boss.

“Relax,” he grumbles. “There’s no need to raise your voice.”

William says nothing and I watch as the officer wilts a little beneath his icy stare, standing one inch shorter as he comes forward and lets me out.

“Thank you so much,” I say to the officer, because I feel bad that William shouted at him like that.

“Paperwork,” William says at the same time, cutting me off to bark more orders to the officer. “I want a hard copy. None of that digital bullshit.”

The officer glares at him before disappearing into the tiny office. Moments later, I hear a printer come to life.

I’m shocked at the way William is acting. As his assistant, I’ve witnessed William in hardcore lawyer mode many times. But he’s never been this aggressive before. Especially to some random cop who is just doing his job.

“Holy crap,” I whisper. “Why are you being so rude?”

“Oh, I’m sorry,” William replies flatly. “Would you like me to kiss the ass of the department imprisoning you for crimes that you did not commit?”

“I only said I didn’t do the public intoxication,” I reply. “The aggravated assault thing, though -”

“Please do not confess to a crime while on law enforcement premises,” William says through gritted teeth, his eyes lifting to the ceiling.

“Oh. Right.”

Against my better judgment, I look directly at William.

This is a mistake. I know this.

Whenever I look directly at my boss, my brain goes all stupid and my body fills up with this kind of nervous, buzzy energy that makes me want to blurt out whatever is on my mind.

“Thank you for coming to my rescue,” I tell him. “It’s really nice of you.”

He looks at me and there’s an odd expression in those intense blue eyes. But as soon as I begin trying to decipher what it could mean, it disappears.

“This is my job,” he says simply, looking away.

Of course it is. While I thought he was doing a kind deed, he views this trip to the Wild Bronco County jail as a mere obligation.

“Well…you could have told me no,” I shrug. “It’s two in the morning. Normally your clients have to stay in jail overnight if they’re arrested at this time of day. Honestly, I don’t know how you’re getting me out in the middle of the night like this.”

“A lot of people owe me a lot of favors,” he replies.

I stare at the boulder-like muscle formations on his shoulders and upper arms. Before tonight, I’d only ever seen my boss in long sleeves. Always a formal button-down shirt. Sometimes blue to match his eyes, but usually white. Sometimes with a tie, sometimes without.

But right now? Right now, he’s wearing a plain gray t-shirt and dark jeans with sneakers. His hair is ruffled and he hasn’t shaved. It’s the most casual I’ve ever seen him and it’s not doing me any favors in the whole “Don’t have a crush on your jerk boss” department.

Even though I’ve never seen William naked, somehow I know that he would look hot with his clothes off. He looks too good with his clothes on for this not to be the case.

It’s probably because he’s alarmingly obsessive about his physique. Always counting his grams of protein and looking at the nutrition labels of things.

As his assistant, I manage his calendar and see all of the appointments on it, personal and professional. Every morning, Monday through Friday, he’s with his personal trainer in the gym. Cardio, weights, cardio, weights. Leg day, arm day, core day.

I can’t imagine living like that, but I can certainly admit that it produces results. He’s as regimented with his body as he is with his work, and it shows.

So yeah. I don’t have to see William naked to know that he would look good. Which is why I try not to look at him much at all if I can avoid it.

But..even if he wasn’t a jerk. Even if I was interested in him, which of course I’m not…guys who look like William don’t go for girls who look like me. I know this.

William doesn’t have a wife or a girlfriend, but he does date. I see a woman’s name on his calendar from time to time, social events like dinner and drinks.

A few times, she’s come into the office to meet him for lunch. That’s when I was confronted with the harsh truth: William Lewis prefers tall, tanned, slender blondes.

In other words, the opposite of me.

The goddess meeting him for lunch had the bounciest hair, the clearest skin, the whitest teeth, and was wearing the prettiest lavender dress I’ve ever seen. To add insult to injury, she was also nice . Friendly and warm…basically the polar opposite of William in personality.

I can’t really blame my boss for being into her. I mean, I was pretty much in love with her by the time she introduced herself to me at the reception desk.

“Well, even if it is your job to do this, I appreciate it. And I owe you one,” I tell him. “What can I do for you? Wash your car? Pick up your dry cleaning?”

“You already pick up my dry cleaning.”

“Well…there has to be something,” I say helplessly. “Something I can do for you to say thanks.”

“It’s fine, Dot.”

My name sounds strange on his tongue, coming out in a scratchy, deeper than usual tone. Perhaps he sounds different because I woke him up so late at night.

Or because he’s incredibly annoyed with me right now.

Yeah, probably that.

“I want to make things even,” I tell him. “It’s important.”

He shakes his head.

“Please,” I say. “Surely there’s something you need done? Some kind of favor?”