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  Blackmailed By My Dad’s Boss

  A Forbidden Romance

  S.E. Law

  Copyright © 2020 by S.E. Law

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  Also by S.E. Law

  Sweet Treats

  His Candy Cane

  Her Juicy Cherry

  Her Honey Pot

  Second Helpings

  Sugar Walls

  Please and Tease

  Forbidden Fruit

  Band of Brothers

  Her Italian Wedding

  The Boyfriend Diaries

  Mommy’s Ex

  Mommy’s Boss

  Mommy’s Landlord

  Daddy’s Christmas Gift

  Daddy’s Holiday Baby

  Daddy’s Love Child

  Made for Them

  Built For Them

  Sugar and Spice

  The Naughty Party

  Sweet as Candy

  Blackmail Fantasies

  Blackmailing My Dad’s Best Friend

  Blackmailed By My Dad’s Boss

  Blackmailed In The Boudoir

  Standalones

  You’re Mine

  Boss of My Panties

  Naughty Relations

  About My Daddies

  About Last Night

  About This Morning

  About That Evening

  Playing with Them

  Playing with the Doctors

  Playing with the Criminals

  Playing with her Priests

  Healing Hands

  Dr. Feelgood

  Dr. Man Candy

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  Contents

  About This Book

  1. Tammy

  2. Brick

  3. Brick

  4. Tammy

  5. Brick

  6. Tammy

  7. Tammy

  8. Brick

  9. Tammy

  10. Brick

  11. Tammy

  12. Tammy

  13. Tammy

  14. Brick

  15. Tammy

  16. Tammy

  17. Tammy

  18. Brick

  19. Tammy

  20. Tammy

  21. Brick

  22. Tammy

  23. Brick

  24. Tammy

  Epilogue 1

  Epilogue 2

  Sneak Peek: Blackmailing My Dad’s Best Friend

  Sneak Peek: Sweet as Candy

  About the Author

  About This Book

  Brick Barrister is an a$$hole.

  Okay, so he’s my dad’s gorgeous, dominating boss with blue eyes that make me shiver and a build like He-Man.

  But still, Brick’s arrogant and soooo frustrating.

  He caught me doing something I shouldn’t, and got it on videotape!

  But instead of giving the tape back like an honorable man, he’s keeping it.

  In fact, Brick watches me over and over again on his phone … at work, at home, and even out in public.

  Who DOES that?

  I have to get that video back.

  But Brick wants something as payment for his dirty blackmail … and it’s a baby with ME as the mommy!

  Reality has left the room and we’re waaaay off the reservation. Our heroine is a sassy, feisty girl who makes an personal video only to be caught by her dad’s gorgeous boss red-handed. Of course, Brick takes advantage of the situation because he wants the curvy girl any way he can get her. Sit back, relax, and turn the A/C on because you’ll be sweaty and steamy reading this story! No cheating, no cliffhangers, and always an HEA for my readers.

  1

  Tammy

  I’ve been lying in bed for hours, too wired to fall asleep. My parents asked so many questions tonight. It’s like they knew I was about to do something insanely stupid once they were both asleep. Then again, they seem to have a sixth sense for nonsense that I think comes with parenthood. Who knows? Either way, it made me extremely nervous. I just hope they didn’t pick up on that.

  But I need to stop thinking and get moving. It’s late enough that I know Mom and Dad are long since asleep. I left an already packed bag in my car, so I won’t have to lug a bunch of heavy equipment with me. After all, the goal is to make as little noise as possible as I leave the house. Stepping out of my room, I tiptoe downstairs, feeling like a thief.

  It’s time to do something reckless.

  Okay, so my idea is something that many people would consider totally stupid and idiotic. But my reasons for this fool’s errand are justifiable. It’s not like I’m doing this purely out of morbid curiosity or because I’m trying to steal stuff. But what I’m about to do is still technically a crime. And if I’m caught, I just might go to jail. Because of this thing called “trespassing,” which is part of my plan.

  So it would be best if I don’t get caught…

  Oh golly, I can’t believe I’m about to break into Brick Productions. My dad has worked at Brick as a video editor for years. He’s been with them almost since the very beginning, when CEO Brick Barrister founded the place. Lucky for me, Dad’s seniority means I’m familiar with the company, so I know its approximate layout. I used to tag along with my dad on days when I didn’t have school or when he wanted to show me something new and cool.

  I guess what I’m doing is technically called “breaking in,” but then again, who’s keeping track? It isn’t going to be hard, but that doesn’t make the activity any less criminal. I just have to make sure not to get my dad, or myself, into any trouble. Legal or otherwise. My family would be devastated if I went to jail.

  Focus. I need to stop thinking about how illegal what I’m doing is and just get on with it. It’s important to turn these thoughts into actions because if I can get this audition tape made, I might be able to finally achieve my lifelong dream. Besides, I’m not really breaking in because I’m using my dad’s key. I’ll just consider my actions as coming in during off-hours without informing anyone and using property that isn’t mine without permission – but only briefly and while being careful not to destroy anything. Sounds reasonable, right?

  I pull into the parking lot, and turn off my headlights. Then, I tiptoe towards the building, avoiding the main entrance. Instead, I head over to the side door. I take out my dad’s key and quietly, let myself into the building. Not wanting to make any excess noise, I take the stairs and tiptoe to one of Brick Production’s many sound stages. I try not to breathe. There probably isn’t any night staff around these parts, but it’s better to be safe than sorry.

  The studio has top-notch equipment, which is key. They have video cameras that literally cost as much as a house, as well as fancy sound equipment and lighting of various sizes and strengths. I’m making an audition tape for Fantastic Florists, a new reality show, and this equipment will help me produce something professional-quality.

  After all, I used to watch an educational TV series about plants called Flower Power when I was a kid, and the show fueled my interests in everything floral. My childhood dream was to be one of the assistants on
the show, but it was canceled right after I got started in my career.

  So when a new show, Fantastic Florists, was announced recently, it felt like a sign. I have massive stage fright, but I’m putting all of that behind me because the prize is $50,000. Imagine what I could do with fifty big ones! I could open my own floral shop, which I’ve dreamed of doing for ages. It would be so great to beautify the community while interacting with customers every day.

  I’ve scrutinized the numbers. Having my own outfit is definitely possible if I use the 50K prize wisely.

  Plus, I’ve gotten so much experience while working at Greener Thumb, a local shop in downtown Merryton. I’m practically running the place, to be honest, and it makes me feel proud yet resentful because I hate my current boss, Abigail.

  It wasn’t always like this. When I first interviewed for the position, Abigail was all smiles and really sweet. Even my first few weeks on the job were pretty great, but she revealed her true colors in time. She has this way of getting under my skin. She loves throwing around her authority and acting like just because she signs my paycheck every other week, she can do whatever she wants. I haven’t been able to quit because I really need the money, but this reality show just might be my ticket out. It’s time for me to strike out on my own in the floral industry.

  But first, the audition tape. Upon arriving at the sound stage door, I use my dad’s keycard to buzz me in. This causes about five seconds of anxiety when I realize that I don’t actually know if these things work at night. Thankfully, the door clicks open without protest. Once inside, I switch on the light. It illuminates the room, and I gasp at the sound stage before me. Everything here is so professional.

  Cameras, booms, mics, lights – literally everything is within reach. Brick Productions is a film production company, and they make all kinds of movies, including documentaries, thrillers, Hallmark-type holiday romances, and indie films. I haven’t seen all of their productions, but I have watched my fair share. They do good work.

  But now it’s my turn to make something stellar.

  I brought a huge tote bag full of my supplies. There’s already a table set up in front of the camera, so I don’t have to find one myself. Convenient.

  Reaching into the bag, I take out scissors, shears, ribbon, vases, and some flowers – all tools of the trade. It’s everything I’ll need to make the perfect audition tape. I quadruple-checked this bag before leaving the house; I wasn’t about to let tonight be ruined because I forgot to bring the right flowers or the perfect ribbon.

  I need to nail this audition, which I’m sure will happen. After all, I’ve practiced this an infinite number of times in front of the mirror. I’ve remade my audition arrangement so many times, I’ve started to dream about it every night.

  I just need to be confident.

  My dad showed me how to use all of this fancy camera stuff a while back. He’d thought it was a fun way for us to bond. I enjoyed our days together, toiling with tape decks and editing software, even if it was just a casual hobby for me. I’m not saying I could shoot an Academy Award-winning film, but I should be able to produce a decent tape tonight.

  I lay out all of the tools before me, making sure they look nice and neatly arranged. I don’t want the judges to have any reason to reject me. I’m going to do such a good job that they have to choose me.

  Then I do some last-minute adjustments to my hair and clothes. I didn’t bring my makeup with me because I knew if I had, I would get concerned and redo my makeup, which would put me back by an hour. Instead, I finished my makeup at home, opting for a soft, natural look. Enough to keep the lights from washing me out, but nothing too drastic.

  I feel ready to start recording, so I press the little button under the table. It’s connected to the camera pointing toward me, and I see the little red light blink a few times before going solid.

  I take a deep breath and whisper to myself, “Okay, Tammy, you can do this.” Then I look directly into the camera, putting on my biggest, brightest smile.

  And…action!

  “Hi! My name is Tammy Thompson, and I’m applying to be a contestant on Fantastic Florists!” I pause; I didn’t like that intro. I’d sounded too peppy. I want them to see me as enthusiastic, but not too eager. That’s ok, though. I can just redo the intro. It’s really not that hard. Editing out the parts I don’t like will be easy-peasy. Resetting myself both physically and mentally, I start again.

  Just keep it light and breezy.

  “Hi! I’m Tammy Thompson, a florist from Merryton, NY. Today, I’m going to do an original floral arrangement.” I’d thought a lot about what I wanted to do for my audition tape. The theme of the competition is Expressions of Love. I kept wondering what I should do and ended up landing on the promises of a brand-new love.

  “The prompt for this competition said love, but there are many different expressions of love. After sitting with my thoughts for a while, I thought it might be exciting to go with the theme of a novel romance. I’m going to start with variegated pittosporum as the foundation for the arrangement. It sounds fancy, but it’s really just a simple plant.” I place the shrub on the table, already in the appropriate receptacle for the arrangement. Pittosporum is one of my favorite foundations for an arrangement. It doesn’t take away from the main attraction, the fragrant and gorgeous flowers.

  I have five flowers for this arrangement: purple lilac (beginning of love), white camellias (thinking someone is adorable), red chrysanthemums (a literal ‘I love you’), red ginger (fiery passion), and a single alstroemeria (the promise of wanting love to prosper based on an already strong bond). I also have lily grass to add some toned-down accents. I already know these flowers will look good together. Like I said, I’ve made this arrangement numerous times in preparation for this moment. Now, I just have to make it a final time for the camera.

  I’ve kept my flower choices under the table because I want to reveal them one by one while explaining their significance and why they were chosen. The lilacs are next, and I pull them from under the table, explaining my choice while expertly arranging them. The white camellias come third, and then I move on to the red chrysanthemums.

  “Fiery passion.”

  Holding one of the flowers by the stem, I twirl it back and forth. I haven’t felt fiery passion in a long while. My last boyfriend was over two years ago, and I’m not going to lie – I’m a little sex-starved.

  Bending slightly forward, I rest my elbows on the table and hold the flower right in front of my face. It’s such a beautiful red. I can see how people who saw this flower had wanton thoughts come to their mind. The delicate petals start off closed but open up until they are fully presenting themselves at the edges. The red becomes more defined on the edges as well. It’s a truly pretty plant.

  The hot lights are making me feel warm. I run my hand down my neck, letting the tips of my fingers rest on the base of the bulb for a few seconds. All of this ambience gets me to thinking about how I wouldn’t totally mind stripping in front of the camera. Maybe it’s a crazy thought, but I’m feeling kind of frisky, and it’s not like anyone is going to see except for me.

  I can’t even begin to figure out what has gotten into me. I’ve always been a good girl. Kept to myself, and never got into any trouble. I’ve never been one for dates and partying. In fact, the boyfriend from two years ago is the only guy I’ve ever dated, and we were together for years. The sex was good, but it was also pretty tame. I’ve never done anything crazy or unexpected. I’m really just a bookworm who everyone thinks is a big old square. Probably because I keep my life pretty square. The sauciest action I see comes from the romance novels I have on my bookshelf.

  “Well, maybe a little change isn’t so bad,” I whisper to myself as I put the chrysanthemum back down on the table. But I’m going to need a little bit of space on the table if this is really about to happen, so I carefully slide everything I arranged on the table to the side. That should give me enough room to sit on the table.

/>   I turn back to the camera, my full body now in view. Maybe what I’m about to do is ridiculous, but it seems like it will be fun. I’ve never done anything like this before, and this may be the only time I have the privacy I need, as well as such good equipment.

  I push the straps of my dress off my shoulders and let them hang down. Then I pull my arms through and catch my dress, holding the front of it to my breasts before letting it fall to the floor. The fabric pools at my feet. I step out from the deformed circle it’s made and kick it to the side. I’m not sure how far away it flies, but I can get it later.

  I’m in my bra and panties now. I do a little twirl for the camera, making sure it catches me from all angles. Dear God, this is so naughty! I’ve never done anything remotely like this before. I really am the most vanilla person on the planet.

  But this strip tease for the camera is giving me a perverse sort of thrill, and I don’t want to stop.

  I undo my bra next, letting it slide down my arms before throwing it in the same direction as my dress. My panties are the last clothing item to go. My back faces the camera as I bend over, pulling the white cotton down my legs and dropping it on the floor.

  Turning back around, my eyes glance around the table for sexual inspiration. Fortunately for me, I brought a glass vase with a long, narrow opening that’s about two inches in diameter. It’s perfect.