Bad Boss

Let me take you on a wild ride.

I’m not sure what to make of my hunky new boss’ text. Did he really mean to ask me, his plain-Jane new nurse on a ride? I mean, I’ve seen his brand-new monster bike in the garage. And I have been fantasizing about him showing me a thing or two. Both on and off the road. But that’s just make-believe. Or is it? I guess I’ll help him recover from his near-death accident then I plan to take the Bad Boss up on his offer.

I can’t believe my brother sent that stupid text to my new employee. The message might’ve been a mistake, but I’m not one to look a gift horse in the mouth. Who cares if it takes an errant text to get things started with the girl of my dreams? I plan to take my opportunity and run with it.

When the bad boss comes after his sassy little home health nurse, sparks are going to fly.

If you like over-the-top, insta-love romance with a little bit of humor, and a tiny amount of drama, this short story is perfect for you. Like all Loni Ree books, the drama is light, and the romance is fast.

“I hired a nice girl to take care of you.” My mother fluffs the pillow behind my back, and I barely resist the urge to groan. Needing someone to “take care of me” at almost forty years old is a bite in the ass. I survived two tours of duty to almost die at the hands of a teenage joyrider. Thank God for my quick reflexes. They kept me from becoming a hood ornament on the stolen sports car. “Lynette should be here any minute.” My mother rambles on while I wait for the pain meds to kick in.
After fourteen days in the hospital followed by another week in rehab, I was so fucking ready to come home. The doctor required I hire round-the-clock care for the next several months before agreeing to release me. My mother promised to find the perfect candidate to nurse me through my recovery, and I trusted her. “Great. I can’t wait to meet my babysitter.” Frustration fills my growl. After the ordeal of getting settled on my black, leather sectional, I’m sweaty and shaking with exhaustion. My dad helped me prop my leg up on the ottoman, then hightailed it out the door. I’m pretty sure my family is getting tired of my pissy attitude, but I don’t really give a shit.
My mother ignores my wisecrack and hands me the remote. “Why don’t you find something to watch on TV while I make your lunch?” Yippy, runs through my mind, but I keep the bitchy comment to myself, knowing I’ve been pushing my luck since the accident.
I’m dozing off when I hear the doorbell ring. Great. My babysitter is here. I listen to them whispering in the hall for a few seconds, but the words are too low for me to make out. I take a deep breath, preparing myself to deal with her.
Fuck me. I wonder if she gives naked sponge baths?
“Eric Randolph Russo,” my mother snaps as I watch an adorable pink blush slowly cover the beautiful little doll’s face. “I can’t believe you.”
“Sorry,” I apologize. Guess I said that out loud, rather than the thought slamming into my narcotic-muddled brain. On autopilot, my eyes move over my new caregiver’s luscious body, caressing the bountiful curves along the way. And this girl has her fair share of curves. She’s a handful. My handful. Images of twisting my fingers in her long, straight dark brown hair while fucking her into next week fill my mind. Her stunning heart=shaped face and bright aqua blue eyes join to create the perfect woman.
“Lynette.” My mother glares at me, and I realize I’m going to get an earful later. “This is my son, Eric.”
I watch her elegant throat move up and down as she swallows, and images of her kneeling in front of me with my hard cock shoved down her throat bombard me. Where in the hell are all these crazy thoughts coming from? My brave little doll squares her shoulders before giving me a huge smile. “Hi. I’m Lynette Hilton. And I do give sponge baths.” That’s more like it. “But naked will cost you extra.” She winks and steals my heart on the spot.
“We can negotiate later,” I agree, realizing I’m the one in the hot seat now. I gave Bianca, my little sister, hell when she snagged our oldest brother’s best friend. Then Hudson instantly fell for his new next-door neighbor, and I loudly proclaimed that I’d never give my heart to anyone. That’s probably when Karma set her sights on my ass.
My mother interrupts us, looking at Lynette. “Why don’t I show you around?” She glances at me. “We’ll be right back.” After my curvy little caregiver turns to leave, my mother leans over to whisper, “Have you lost your mind?”
“No, my heart.” As my mother’s eyes widen, I wince. Damn that pain medication.
I listen to them moving around upstairs and lay my head back to stare at the ceiling. Today is my lucky day. My curvy little doll fell smack dab into my lap, and I’m going to keep her. I attempt to watch a mindless television show while they tour the house, but my mind is filled with dirty thoughts of the beauty. Thank God my mother talked me into hiring a home health nurse. At first, I fought the idea but soon came to realize there’s no way I’ll ever be able to take care of myself with two broken, pinned, and immobilized limbs. Imagine my surprise when my dream girl walks in the front door ready to cater to my every whim. Well, close enough.