Her Old-Fashioned Boss Read Free

never imagined the job would be located in one of the most exclusive BDSM clubs in the city. And if she got this job, she’d be the personal assistant of the man who owned this club and a number of others across Texas, Arizona and Nevada.
    Oh Lord.
    She knew a bit about Bondage and Discipline, she loved reading BDSM romance. But the real thing might be more than she could handle.
    I’m just applying for a PA job. I won’t be anywhere close to the action.
    If she felt a small sliver of disappointment, she quickly squelched it. Some dreams were supposed to stay just that.
    Ava figured she could be open-minded and except for a handful of friends, she didn’t have much of a social life.
    Wincing, she limped up the drive. She wasn’t used to wearing shoes this high, but Asia had insisted that if she was going for a job as the personal assistant of a nightclub owner then she had to look the part.
    So she was wearing Asia’s killer black heels, Casey’s red dress and her own black leather overcoat. She’d gotten a few funny looks on the bus, but had shrugged them off. Casey’s dress was one she’d borrowed before, so she knew she looked good in it. Of course, it was sitting a bit loosely now, she’d lost some weight since being made redundant.
    The cravings wouldn’t leave her. She wanted chocolate and cream buns and cake, but she couldn’t risk becoming that chubby teenager she’d once been.
    The child that no one had wanted.
    I’m so ashamed. And afraid.
    Ashamed of her habit and afraid to tell her friends. The last thing she wanted was their pity and disbelief. They’d already done so much for her. They’d been her only friends, her only family for years. This was her problem to solve. She could do it.
    Closing her eyes, she took a steadying breath and knocked on the old wooden door. Frowning, she wondered if anyone would be able to hear through such a thick door. Stepping back, she searched for a doorbell. Seeing one set discreetly off to the side, she pressed it.
    God, she needed this job. She hadn’t told her friends, but she was running really low on money. Her severance pay hadn’t been much, and she’d spent the entire week after she’d finished work feeling sorry for herself and spitting up bakery products, which had cut into her money and her job searching time.
    If she didn’t get this job, she didn’t know what she’d do.
    How had she let things get so out of control?
    The door opened suddenly, surprising her. Taking a quick step back, she teetered dangerously on her high shoes.
    An arm shot out, a hand clasping her elbow.
    “Steady now, sweetheart. I didn’t mean to frighten you.”
    Ava glanced up at the owner of the melodic voice, her breath stolen for an entirely different reason.
    My God, he was gorgeous—knock her down, steal her breath, give her heart palpitations gorgeous. His white-blond hair glistened in the sunlight, his blue eyes bright and piercing, almost dancing as he stared down at her. Tall, and muscular, he filled the doorway.
    A tight t-shirt the color of his eyes displayed some very fine muscles that she’d love to run her hand over. A tattoo peeked out at her from beneath his right sleeve, tantalizing her.
    “Okay now?” he asked kindly.
    Ava nodded, trying to find her voice. She hoped she wasn’t drooling.
    “Are you our four o’clock interview?” he prompted, making Ava blush as she realized she’d been standing there, staring, without saying a word.
    “Ahh, yes, I am.” She winced as she looked down at her watch. “S-sorry I’m late.”
    “Sam,” someone called out from down the hall, surprising Ava so much she jumped. “Where’s the next interview? She late?” The voice was grumpy, gruff.
    Ava clenched her hands nervously.
    “No,” the man in front of her called back with a smile. “She’s here, talking to me. I’ll bring her down.”
    Sam winked at her and she relaxed slightly. There was something calming about him. He gestured her inside,