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  Trapped By My Boss

  A Forbidden Romance

  S.E. Law

  Copyright © 2020 by S.E. Law

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  Also by S.E. Law

  Forbidden Fantasies

  My Fiance’s Dad

  Trailer Park Daddy

  While He Watches

  Her Secret Baby

  The Clients

  Hunger

  My Dad’s Best Friend

  My Best Friend’s Dad

  Trapped By My Boss

  Pregnant By The Doctor

  Pregnant By The Alpha

  Making His Baby

  First Time Escort

  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

  Double XL

  The Boyfriend Diaries

  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

  Blackmail Fantasies

  Blackmailing My Dad’s Best Friend

  Blackmailed By My Dad’s Boss

  Blackmailed In The Boudoir

  Blackmailed By My Teacher

  Irresistible Bachelors

  Sweet as Candy

  Must Be Love

  Meant To Be

  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

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Epilogue

  Sneak Peek: My Dad’s Best Friend

  Sneak Peek: My Best Friend’s Dad

  About the Author

  About This Book

  My boss trapped me and gave me a baby.

  * * *

  I signed up to be a personal assistant to a billionaire known for his demanding ways.

  No biggie. I’ve worked with difficult men before and I know how to handle myself.

  But I didn’t realize Keith Commons would be so gorgeous … or so relentless.

  We take a trip to Tahiti, for business of course.

  But when we get to the island everything changes.

  I’m trapped.

  I’m pregnant.

  And my gorgeous boss is the baby’s father.

  What do I do now?

  * * *

  What happens in Paradise stays in Paradise … or at least that’s what Kelsey thinks. But the problem is that the billionaire’s given her a baby, and now, she’s expecting her boss’s child. Will Kelsey and Keith make it work? Or will those saucy memories slowly fade with the Tahitian sun? No cheating, no cliffhangers, and always a HEA for my readers.

  1

  Kelsey

  * * *

  I check my watch for the third time in thirty minutes. I can be a little OCD sometimes, and I feel like three is my lucky number. This is the third time I’ve sorted the designs for the new line of shoes that need to be approved by my boss, Keith Commons. I work for one of the trendiest shoe designers in New York City, which brand is imaginatively called: Keith Commons.

  I sorted the designs first by color, then by heel height, and I finally grouped them into themes. I saw a disco theme, a definite beach vibe, one I thought of as cosmic, and my favorite pin-up style. There were a few odd ones that didn’t fit a theme, so I put those at the bottom of the stack. We have dozens of designers and they all bring their favorites to me to pass on to Keith since I’m his personal assistant. One of the few, I should add. He has a couple ladies all waiting to do his bidding.

  Now, I’m waiting for my best friend, Melissa, to come meet me for lunch. She’s a secretary at Keith Commons and works in a cubicle the next row over. I can’t wait to get Melissa’s opinion on my new dress. Like I said, pin-up style is my favorite and I went all out this morning. I usually wear fuller skirts to minimize my hips but today I braved a form-fitting number.

  I fell in love with this red wiggle dress with capped sleeves the moment I saw it. It has tiny black polka dots and cut-outs in both the back and front. The back comes together with two cute buttons right where my bra snaps and leaves a diamond-shaped cut-out at my lower back. The front is boat-necked with a scalloped sweetheart neckline. It really hugs my curves and I totally get why it’s called a wiggle dress; I certainly can’t take long strides while wearing it!

  I see Melissa stand up from her desk, her blonde curls bouncing as she laughs at something Savannah in the cubicle beside her said. Melissa is always laughing. She’s cute, perky, petite, and outgoing; pretty much everything I’m not. I majored in Communications to get over my shyness, but I still stumble sometimes in social situations. Meanwhile, Melissa has a magnetic personality and can talk to strangers like she’s known them her whole life. She comes over and smiles at me.

  “Sweet Jesus, girl. You look smoking hot. Stand up and do a turn. I want the 360 view of that dress.”

  I blush self-consciously but twirl for Melissa.

  “You don’t think it’s too much? Too tight around my hips?” I ask, knowing even if it was, she wouldn’t tell me.

  “That’s just the right amount of curve-hugging. My flat ass could never pull off a dress like that. Speaking of flat asses, did you hear that Susan, in design, is getting a divorce?”

  I blink, surprised.

  “No way! She and her husband were all over each other at the Christmas party.”

  “Yeah, um, but that guy wasn’t her husband.”

  My jaw drops.

  “Yikes, I had no idea.”

  Melissa shrugs.

  “I heard she was the one who filed for the divorce. Word on the street is she’s looking to hook up with Mr. Commons. She wants to lead her own design team and thinks that sleeping with the boss is the way to do it. But she’s pushing forty, and that’s over-the-hill for Keith.”

  Melissa loves to gossip and when she says ‘word on the street,’ you know she has a dubious source of information. But she means no harm. The gossiping is just between the two of us, and I really don’t engage in small talk with many people in the office. Our rumor mill has just a two- person crew.

  “
Speak of the devil,” Melissa whispers. “Oh my god.”

  I glance around, looking for Susan.

  “Susan already brought me her designs for the summer line, so I don’t know why she’d be up here,” I say in a puzzled voice.

  Melissa averts her gaze and tries to look busy.

  “Not that devil,” she hisses under her breath. “Lucifer himself, with his jet black hair and those eyes that could make me agree to anything. Have you ever seen eyes that shade of blue? I can’t believe you get to work directly under that man.”

  At that moment, the billionaire owner of Keith Commons Shoes strolls toward us in his Armani suit.

  “Hello ladies,” comes a low voice. Keith stops at my desk and flashes his billion-dollar smile. “Kelsey, do you have those designs for me?”

  I snap out of the stupor induced by his blinding beauty and pull out the portfolio of drawings I assembled from his stable of designers. “Oh. Yes. Here they are.”

  As I hand him the portfolio, his fingers brush mine and a sizzle of electricity travels from his hand to my core. I snatch my fist back with a bit of a flush. Oh my god, this is so embarrassing. Can he tell? Am I behaving like an idiot? Mr. Commons lingers a moment longer than necessary with a secret smile on his face, and I can feel my face get even more red. Like an idiot, I stammer, “Um, is…is there anything else I can do for you, Mr. Commons?”

  His lips quirk at the corner again.

  “No. Thank you, Kelsey.”

  But then I blurt, “We’re headed out to lunch, that new Mediterranean place on the corner. Can I bring you something back?”

  I don’t know why I’m talking out of line when Jane always takes care of Keith’s lunch. I don’t even know what he likes. Please say no, I silently plead over and over in my head. But instead, he flashes that knowing grin at me again.

  “You know, that would be fabulous, Kelsey. Jane’s out today and I was afraid I’d have to fend for myself. Mediterranean would be perfect. Thanks for offering.”

  With a polite nod, my boss strides to the single elevator on the other side of the room. Meanwhile, I turn back to my desk, flustered and distracted. Did that just happen? As the elevator doors slide shut and Mr. Commons disappears, Melissa punches me in the arm.

  “Ouch. What was that for?” I ask, rubbing the sore spot.

  “You lucky bitch!”

  “What are you talking about?”

  “You’re going to replace Jane as his personal assistant numero uno. If that happens, you’ll get to work side by side with that Greek God of a man every day. If I were you, I’d need to keep a stash of clean panties in my desk because just the smell of him sets my hormones ablaze.”

  My face reddens to a tomato shade.

  “Oh. My. God. Melissa. He is our boss. You can’t talk about him like that. He’s very professional, and you have a boyfriend. You and Ron have been together since high school and he’s so sweet.”

  Melissa rolls her eyes.

  “Seriously Kels, how long have you known me? It’s not a big deal. I love Ron, but I’m not dead. I wouldn’t get mad if Ron talked about getting turned on working next to Charlize Theron.”

  “But Ron doesn’t work with Charlize Theron. He’s an accountant, Mel.”

  She shrugs airily.

  “Superstars need accountants too.”

  I stare at her.

  “He’s an accountant for an HVAC company. I highly doubt he would run into Charlize Theron.

  Melissa rolls her eyes at me.

  “That’s not the point, girlfriend. Have you seen Keith on the treadmill at the gym downstairs? The man is ripped. He runs something crazy like six miles every morning, and he doesn’t sweat, he sparkles like that stupid vampire you love. What’s his name, Edgar?”

  “Edward from Twilight. Okay, okay, you got me. But are you trying to tell me I need to go to the gym?”

  Melissa rolls her eyes again.

  “No, Kelsey. I would never do that. I was just fantasizing about our boss, so why would you think that? Anyways, let’s figure out what we are going to order for lunch. I heard it’s best to call ahead because that new place is so busy.”

  Suddenly, Mel shuts up and tries to look busy again. With a sixth sense, I know who’s coming, but it’s not Mr. Commons this time. My manager, Corrine Westwood is strolling in our general direction. I think she’s around forty but looks closer to thirty. She’s tall, I’d guess 5’10” without shoes and she always looks like she stepped out of Vogue. Today, my manager is wearing a deep green sheath dress that perfectly complements her sleek blonde hair and gold earrings that are expensive but trendy too.

  I sit completely still in my chair. Corrine always makes me feel small, which I guess could be a good thing, if I meant physically small. But she makes me feel like my presence is small and I suddenly feel frumpy. My pin-up outfit seems corny and ridiculous, compared to her effortless elegance. I self-consciously touch the red scarf tied in my hair, Rosie the Riveter-style. I thought it pulled my outfit together, but now I feel like a third-grader.

  “Kelsey, do you have a passport?” Corrine asks in a brusque tone.

  Hmm, that’s strange because my manager never calls me Kelsey. She calls Mr. Commons’ other personal assistant ‘Jane’, not ‘Miss Champion.’ But I’m never Kelsey. It’s almost like she doesn’t think I’ll last long enough to make it worth her time to learn my first name. I must have a blank look on my face as I consider this because she raises one eyebrow and looks at me expectantly.

  “Yes. Yes, I have a passport.”

  “Wonderful,” she speaks. “Then pack a bag for a week on a tropical island. You will be accompanying Mr. Commons on a business trip to Tahiti.”

  I gawk at her, unable to speak.

  “Chop chop,” says Corrine before striding away. There are so many questions I want to ask, but now she’s disappeared. Oh my gosh, Tahiti? Where did this come from?

  “You lucky bitch!” Melissa says to me for the second time in ten minutes. But this time I know why because I feel like I’ve hit upon a pot of gold. Tahiti? Even the name sounds amazing. I’ve never been anywhere tropical before. I’ve never really been anywhere in fact, and I only have a passport because my mom made me get it ‘just in case.’ At the time I joked, ‘Just in case of what? In case I commit a murder and need to flee the country?’ Now, I make a mental note to call my mom and thank her. Or maybe I’ll just mail her a souvenir; my mom can talk my ear off on occasion, and it’s easier to avoid her sometimes.

  But then, a thought strikes.

  “Why do you think I’m going instead of Jane?” I ask Melissa like she has some secret information I don’t.

  “Keith did say she was out today. Now that I think about it, I haven’t seen her in over a week actually.”

  I nod.

  “That isn’t that strange though. Her desk is upstairs on Keith’s private floor. Maybe she’s been coming in early and staying late? The spring line is due out soon.”

  Mel shakes her head.

  “Yeah, but when was the last time you got an e-mail from her? Doesn’t she usually pass down all her menial tasks to you?”

  I know this is true and grit my teeth. Melissa’s right, but I hate hearing it spoken out loud sometimes. Resolutely, I open my e-mail and scan for anything from Jane. Interestingly, I have to scroll back more than ten days to find any correspondence directly from her. Plus, everything recent has been from Corrine and has been blind copied, so I don’t know who else is on the chain.

  “Maybe she has that virus that’s going around,” Melissa offers.

  “What virus?”

  Mel rolls her eyes.

  “How do you function in life without ever reading the news?”

  I merely smile.

  “You know I hate to read sad things. My social life is depressing enough; I don’t need anything else to bring me down.”

  But Mel shakes her head.

  “The new virus seems like it could be kind of serious though.
It started in China and appears to be pretty contagious. China is shutting down a bunch of public buildings and has banned large social gatherings. The U.S. government is keeping a close eye on it here.”

  “If it’s that serious and Jane has it, shouldn’t they let us know since we work with her?”

  Mel nods.

  “That’s a good point. Maybe I’m wrong. Maybe she’s getting a boob job. You know, that woman is seriously jealous of your girls. I swear I’ve caught her staring at your cleavage multiple times.”

  I don’t blush this time because my girls are the part of my body that I like the most. They’re big but still perky, and I wear tighter tops sometimes to show them off.

  But then, I stand up.

  “Okay, we can talk about my boobs as we walk. Ready for lunch? I need to pick stuff up for the boss today, so I better get on it.”

  Mel nods.

  “Sure thing. Just let me get my bag and round everyone else up.”

  I smile and pick up my Betsey Johnson purse before going over to wait by the gray elevator bank that will take us to the street. What does Mr. Commons want? I smile to myself, and decide to get him something special.

  2

  Keith

  * * *

  A new shoe design sits on my desk taunting me, waiting for my approval. I have 73 unread e-mails, 53 of which have been flagged as important by the sender. There’s a problem with one of our canvas suppliers in Tokyo. Legal is concerned because one of our truck drivers was pulled over for drinking and driving in Atlanta. And to top it off, HR says Jane quit because of a ‘hostile work environment’ and is asking for six months of severance.