Path To Retaliation (Fighter's Den, #2)

Chapter 1 - Avery

"Motherfucking shit fuck!"

An old lady shoots me a dirty look as I whiz pass her. Whatever. I'm late for work and I'm probably going to say whatever the hell I want, even if coarse language won't get me there any faster. I would've been there on time but my boss can't function without his morning coffee so I had to stop at a local Starbucks with a huge ass line. It's never that busy and I would know, my boss sends me every damn day, but today is some weird end of fall celebration and drinks are half price. Who the hell comes up with this shit? Why can't they put sales up for the things that really matter?

Like vibrators.

I enter the building breathless and make a dash for the elevator. I catch an empty one just as it's closing and heave a sigh of relief when I make it and lean against the wall. I'm quick to turn to the mirror and double check my appearance, smoothing down my clothes and hair. I admire the caramel highlights I added to my jet black hair just last night and turn to check out my curvy figure encased in the tight grey dress I have on. I waggle my brows in approval at my grinning reflection and smack my ass with my free hand.

"Nice, Aves."

When I arrive of the highest floor, I exit the elevator and strut to my boss's office, my heels clacking on the tiled floor. A few male heads turn and I know my ass is being watched by many. I resist the urge to roll my eyes. Men. So easy.

I knock on my boss's door and hear his deep "Come in," from the other side. I use my free hand to turn the knob and bump the door open with my hip. The heel of my shoe makes effective use of shutting the door and I make my way to his desk and place the cup of coffee on it.

"Thank you, Avery." He looks up at me from impossibly long eye lashes and I have to internally scold myself when my thoughts wander. My boss is hot.

Dirty blonde hair naturally streaked with some brownish strands and a firm jawline dusted with golden. He's got the bluest eyes I've ever seen and I've caught them lingering over my body on more than one occasion. He's tall compared to me, as most men are with my petite 5"2 frame, and a body that shows he's familiar with the gym.

I'm going to be honest because I always am. I would love to fuck my boss.

The classic forbidden love, something like Fifty Shades but not entirely, a classic smut scenario. Mostly it's because of the idea of a good time since I only do temporary. I also like getting what I can't have, evidently. Maybe if I find a new job I can get him to meet me for some Coffee. Or dick. Either one works, really.

"You're welcome, Mr. Daniels." I say sweetly.

His eyes twinkle with amusement. "You know you're free to call me Devin."

I lean over his desk, bracing myself on my elbows. "How about Sir?"

His eyes flash and I let a creeping smirk through. Like I said: so easy.

"Perhaps." He thumbs his bottom lip and I find myself watching shamelessly. "That might not be a good idea, though. I may just envision you addressing me by that in more...interesting situations."

"Is that a bad thing?"

"Bad for my job." He leans forward in his seat until he's inches away from me. "Not bad for me."

"Not bad for me either, I imagine."

"Do you?" He questions huskily. "Imagine?"

"I believe the answer to that might get me fired," I pause for effect. "Sir."

"Jesus, Avery." His eyes flash and he falls back into his chair with a groan, rubbing his hands over his eyes. "You just had to be my employee."

"Your assistant, actually."