5 KINK Review
Naughty Boss is all types of naughty and I would not expect anything less from Whitney G. She has done it again. Her uncanny ability to make you cringe in amazement as her lead female characters stumbled into a hot mess proves she is an auto 1-click author.
Mya is the assistant to the boss from hell. Never mind she’s being paid twice as much as her counterparts with her own personal driver. Michael Leighton intends to make her life hell because he wants her, underneath him on his desk. He must keep it in his pants for 12 months at least while preparing his company to go public. Scandal and Page Six will not fetch potential investors.
Each day as the attraction grows deeper, he makes more outrageous demands. We learn what he needs each day without any thank yous each morning at 7am. He likes his coffee from Dean and Deluca and his car detailed in New Jersey. She is determined to stick it out however until she can write her own ticket at another Fortune 500 company.
Mya’s mishaps will make you scream in horror and laughter as the email is delivered to the wrong inbox. The emails between the best friends are comical and dead-on cheeky. However, for a very smart woman it’s amazing how Mya doesn’t think to use her personal email for the horrific tales Michael puts her through.
Naughty Boss is an over-the-top smart and funny creation delivered in 2 hours of reading bliss. It’s a story to be read again and again. I was sad to see it end. To say reading the book was a pleasure is an understatement. The author proves her wit (pun intended) and storytelling style is flawless. The dialogue is priceless and unforgettable. It will mos definitely hold your attention way beyond the last page.
He definitely wasn’t supposed to get that email…
Subject: My Boss.
Have I already told you that I hate my boss today?
Sexy as hell or not, this pompous, arrogant, ASSHOLE asked me to pick up his dry cleaning the second I walked through the door. Then he told me that I needed to take his Jaguar to a car wash that was ten miles outside of the city, but only after I needed to stand in a never-ending line to buy some type of limited, hundred-dollar watch.
I honestly can’t wait to see the look on his face two months from now when I tell him that I’m quitting his company and that he can kiss my ass. KISS. MY. ASS.
All those former fantasies about him kissing me with his “mouth of perfection” or bending me over my desk and filling me with his cock are long over. OVER.
PS–Please tell me your day is going better than mine…
Subject: Re: My Boss.
No, you haven’t already told me that you hate your boss today, but seeing as though you’ve sent me this email directly, I know now…
Yes, I did ask you to pick up my dry cleaning the second you arrived to work to day. (Where is it?) And I did tell you to take my Jaguar to the car wash and pick up my thousand-dollar watch. (Thank you for taking five hours to do something that could be accomplished in two.)
You don’t have to wait two months from now to see the look on my face when you tell me you’re quitting. I’m standing outside your office at this very moment. ( Open the door. )
No comment on your “fantasies,” although I highly doubt they’re “long over.”
PS—Yes. My day is definitely going far better than yours…