Subject: My Boss.
Have I already told you that I hate my boss today?
Sexy as hell or not, this pompous, arrogant, ASSHOLE asked me to pick up his dry cleaning the second I walked through the door. Then he told me that I needed to take his Jaguar to a car wash that was ten miles outside of the city, but only after I needed to stand in a never-ending line to buy some type of limited, hundred-dollar watch.
I honestly can't wait to see the look on his face two months from now when I tell him that I'm quitting his company and that he can kiss my ass. KISS. MY. ASS.
All those former fantasies about him kissing me with his "mouth of perfection" or bending me over my desk and filling me with his cock are long over. OVER.
PS--Please tell me your day is going better than mine...
Subject: Re: My Boss.
No, you haven't already told me that you hate your boss today, but seeing as though you've sent me this email directly, I know now...
Yes, I did ask you to pick up my dry cleaning the second you arrived to work to day. (Where is it?) And I did tell you to take my Jaguar to the car wash and pick up my thousand-dollar watch. (Thank you for taking five hours to do something that could be accomplished in two.)
You don't have to wait two months from now to see the look on my face when you tell me you're quitting. I'm standing outside your office at this very moment. ( Open the door. )
No comment on your "fantasies," although I highly doubt they're "long over."
PS--Yes. My day is definitely going far better than yours...
What a steamy little read and that's the one thing I hate about novellas, they're short and you never want them to end. If you don't like novellas, don't read this one, you've been warned. And I don't want to see you complaining ;-)
The steam factor is there, ladies!
The whole concept of this novella is super intriguing! When Mya constantly has one too many inappropriate things to say via email about her boss to her best friend, it's inevitable that those emails are bound to cross paths ... to the wrong person. You got it, one email is sent to her boss and that just leads to an even better story.
The banter between these two is the best, Mya is witty and not afraid to bite back! She's a sharp one and Michael should know better than to mess with her. To be frank, Michael needs Mya more than she needs him. And boy is that a sour fruit for Michael to bite on.
In true Whitney fashion, she delivers us a steamy novella with plenty of humor and wit. And you'll definitely be begging for more by the end. It wasn't quite the way I'd hope for the book to end, but I loved this nonetheless.