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Authors: Evelyn Troy
If You Dare - A BDSM Billionaire Erotic Romance Novel
If You Dare
By Evelyn Troy
Copyright 2015 by Evelyn
Troy
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written permission of the author. All characters depicted in this
fictional work are consenting adults, of at least eighteen years of
age. Any resemblance to persons living or deceased, particular
businesses, events, or exact locations are entirely
coincidental.
Contents:
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Chapter One
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Zoe was pulling her dress on
when she heard her phone buzz at her from the living room. She
pulled up the zipper while she paced into the room.
Who the hell was sending her texts at stupid
o’clock on a Monday morning?
She picked her
phone up from the coffee table with a frown and a disgruntled sigh,
however her expression lightened when she saw that it was her
boyfriend who had sent the message.
Zoe read just a few words
before her heart sank, along with her mood.
“Sorry, Zoe, but it’s just not working. I think we need to
take a break from each other. I’m just better off being single. It
was fun while it lasted, but it’s over. Don’t try to call me to
change my mind, because it’s made up and I won’t. Take care. See
you around.”
Zoe threw the phone onto the couch and
stomped back into her bedroom to finish getting ready for work. Did
he honestly think she would try to change his mind? Why the hell
would she want to be with a boring egotistical dick like him if he
couldn’t even be man enough to talk to her and had to break up with
her in a damn text message? Zoe supposed that she should be
grateful that he at least took the time not to use ‘text speak’ and
had made sure the spelling and punctuation were all correct. Thank
God for small mercies.
She was pissed off at him but Zoe had
to acknowledge, if only to herself, that he was actually doing her
a favor. She was bored, and had been for a while now. Not just with
him, but with her whole life. Her job totally sucked and there was
absolutely no chance of it sucking any less in the foreseeable
future because her boss totally sucked as well. Dawson Alexander
had taken her on as his personal secretary but he never let her
assist with anything important or exciting, and in her mind she was
nothing more than a glorified answering machine.
Zoe never went anywhere or did
anything exciting and all of her old friends had moved on, gotten
married and had kids or had just dropped off the face of the
planet. She was a few months off her twenty-fourth birthday, but
she felt as though she was fifty. Something had to change, or she
was doomed to be stuck in this rut until she was old enough to draw
her pension.
It was time for her to make some
changes and she was going to start today. Her now ex-boyfriend had
given her the mental kick up the ass that she needed; the rest was
up to her.
Zoe took extra care in applying her
makeup, determined to look her best when she told her boss that she
was quitting. Up until now she’d only toyed with the idea of
leaving, but the text message from her ex had made her mind up for
her. She was going to do what she’d been dreaming of doing for way
too long. It was time to stop daydreaming, pull her finger out and
do it. She was going to travel the world and learn about some new
cultures while she was still young enough to enjoy it.
With her mind made up, Zoe made her
way to the office, her old car just about making it through the
onslaught of traffic. She had decided to write out her notice while
Dawson was in his morning meeting and present it to him just before
lunch. That would give her time to calm down before having to go
back and finish the latter half of the day off.
She should have known that her plans
would be thwarted. As lunchtime approached she still hadn’t managed
to see hide nor hair of her elusive boss long enough to hand him
her carefully typed letter of resignation. He’d come out of the
meeting and locked himself away in his office with a curt, “No
disturbances please, Zoe,” as he’d walked past her desk. A few
minutes later, a woman Zoe had never seen before walked by and
softly tapped on his closed door. Zoe cringed at the girly giggle
she heard as the door was opened and closed again behind the
mystery woman. She didn’t need two guesses to figure out that it
was yet another one of Dawson’s friends with benefits. Hell, with
his past record, it could even be one of the women that Zoe knew he
actually paid to ‘keep him company’.
Oh well. It wasn’t any of
Zoe’s business, and once she’d handed in her resignation she
wouldn’t have to even think about what went on behind the closed
door of her boss’s office.
At least he was
professional when it came to his staff
, she
thought to herself sourly. Of course, it would help if he wasn’t
quite so good looking and, dare she say it, fuckable. While Zoe
hated her job with a passion, she had never been able to rid
herself of the pull of sexual attraction she had for her boss,
which absolutely sucked because he’d never looked twice at
her.
Her lunch hour came and went and
Dawson’s door was still firmly closed when she returned to her
desk. Zoe couldn’t hear any noises coming from inside the closed
room, but that was nothing unusual because there were never any
noises emitted from there. Zoe had very often wondered what exactly
went on when he was locked away with a woman, and while her
imagination had been as rampant as her hormones on occasion, she
had never been able to figure it out. All she knew was that every
woman who spent ‘personal time’ in there with him left with a huge
smile on her face.
She wasn’t jealous. Much. The fact
that Dawson floated her boat in the looks department was
immaterial. Wasn’t it? In a foul mood, and wanting to get her
formal resignation over with, she spent the rest of the afternoon
pounding at the keyboard of her computer and stapling letters and
booklets together, taking great delight in imagining that she was
piercing various parts of her boss’s anatomy whilst alternating
between glaring at his still closed door and frowning at the
clock.
It was almost time for Zoe to leave
when Dawson’s door eventually opened and the mystery female walked
out in a cloud of expensive perfume and a ‘cat that got the cream’
smile on her face. Zoe stood up from her desk, picked up the
envelope that held her resignation and walked with a determined
gait towards Dawson’s now-open door, reaching the threshold just as
the man in question reached it from inside the room.
“I need to have a quick word with you
please, Dawson.”
“No interruptions for the rest of the
day please, Zoe.”
They spoke at the exact same
time and as Zoe was about to repeat what she had said, her boss
simply swung the door closed, leaving her standing there,
open-mouthed with surprised indignation.
You cannot be fucking serious,
she
muttered under her breath as she turned and walked back to her desk
with her resignation still in her hand. At this rate she
would
be drawing her
pension before she got to quit this shitty job.
With her mood now firmly
ensconced in the dungeon department, Zoe decided to call it a day
and powered down her computer. She didn’t give a damn that there
were still thirty minutes left on the clock. Dawson probably
wouldn’t even notice that she’d gone anyway and even if he did,
what was he going to do; fire her?
Sounds
good to me,
she thought as she stomped out
of the office towards the parking lot where her old jalopy of a car
was parked.
Halfway there Zoe paused and turned
back around, walking briskly in the opposite direction towards a
bar that she frequented on occasion. If anything was deserving of a
stiff drink or three, it was the day that she’d had and the
subsequent mood she was in. She would take a taxi home and collect
her car when she left work the following day.
A short time later Zoe was
sitting at a table in the darkest corner of the bar nursing a vodka
and orange and a shot of
Jägermeister;
both of which
disappeared rapidly, leaving her with a nice warm inner glow. She
got herself another vodka and orange, deciding to leave off
the
Jäger
for now
and sat back down to think over her options. She deserved to have a
life, didn’t she? Surely Dawson would understand that, and if he
didn’t then tough titties; she’d made her mind up.
Zoe picked up her drink and
drained the glass, ordering herself another as the waitress walked
by her. She felt a little better now; definitely not so pissed off
anymore.
Coming here was a damn good idea,
even if I do say so myself
, she thought, as
the waitress placed her fresh drink on the table in front of
her.
In fact, I need to do more stuff like
this.
I need to be more impetuous and do
things that make me feel good; like travelling and actually making
some money so that I can travel in style.
She took a slow sip of her drink and sat back in the chair,
feeling more relaxed than she had in what felt like
ages.
Zoe knew she really shouldn’t feel so
annoyed by the day’s turn of events; even though she hadn’t managed
to hand in her resignation letter, it had given her time to expand
on her severance demands. She smiled to herself whilst she compiled
a mental list of things to insist upon; a higher pay packet that
even she knew she wasn’t going to get, but it was worth a shot. The
company owned shares in one of the major international airlines, so
she was going to ask for discounts on flights. And, she wanted a
new car. Okay, so that one was really pushing her luck, but she
really did want one and it couldn’t hurt to ask, right?
Right!
Zoe finished her fourth drink and then
glanced around the bar before touching a finger to her nose. Okay,
she could still feel it, just. So she wasn’t completely off her
face yet. Maybe one more drink and then she’d make her way home.
The ‘one more’ turned into three more, by which time it wasn’t just
Zoe’s nose that was numb; her whole face was. She was more than a
little tipsy but still sober enough to realize that enough was
enough and she needed to go home.
Her good intentions didn’t last long
though. As she was walking towards the door to leave, a man who had
been eyeing her up the whole time she’d been there stopped Zoe. She
hadn’t noticed him, of course, because if she had she would have
avoided him like the plague. As it was, the fact that she was three
sheets to the wind meant that she found him totally irresistible,
so when he asked her if she wanted to dance she eagerly dragged him
off to the small but adequate dance floor.
Zoe lost track of time as she boogied
her way through numerous songs, and even a couple of slow dances
with the man whose name she had already forgotten. When he tried to
cop a feel of her ass she merely slapped his hand away and wagged a
finger playfully at him. “Naughty, naughty.” At least that’s what
Zoe thought she said, but in her drunken state it probably sounded
like complete gibberish.
The man gave up after a while and
walked off the dance floor, leaving her to dance alone. Zoe didn’t
care; she was having a blast and didn’t even notice that she was on
her own until three songs later, at which point she just shrugged
her shoulders and danced through another four.
