The Fighter's Secretary
By Ann Mayburn
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Amanda’s attraction to her boss, former UFC World Champion Dallas Ortega, is off the charts. The bad boy turned successful businessman is hot, smart, and everything she’s ever wanted in a guy. The bad news? He’s also a notorious ladies man. Amanda has no intention of becoming another one of his conquests, but a girl can fantasize…
Dallas can’t believe it when he views a security tape showing Amanda, his classy, elegant secretary, doing very naughty things with one of the BDSM toys he left in his office. He’s been falling for Amanda for months and struggling to keep their relationship professional. Now? He’s going for the win. Dallas isn’t above using a little blackmail and trickery to get his submissive secretary into his bed and, hopefully, get him inside her heart.
Ann Mayburn
Ann is Queen of the Castle to her wonderful husband and three sons in the mountains of West Virginia. In her past lives she's been an Import Broker, a Communications Specialist, a US Navy Civilian Contractor, a Bartender/Waitress, and an actor at the Michigan Renaissance Festival. She also spent a summer touring with the Grateful Dead-though she will deny to her children that it ever happened.From a young age she's been fascinated by myths and fairytales, and the romance that often was the center of the story. As Ann grew older and her hormones kicked in, she discovered trashy romance novels. Great at first, but she soon grew tired of the endless stories with a big wonderful emotional buildup to really short and crappy sex. Never a big fan of purple prose, throbbing spears of fleshy pleasure and wet honey pots make her giggle, she sought out books that gave the sex scenes in the story just as much detail and plot as everything else-without using cringe worthy euphemisms. This led her to the wonderful world of Erotic Romance, and she's never looked back.Now Ann spends her days trying to tune out cartoons playing in the background to get into her 'sexy space' and has learned to type one handed while soothing a cranky baby.
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- Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/5This book is short and just Ok. I expected more depth but was a bit disappointed.
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The Fighter's Secretary - Ann Mayburn
The Fighter’s Secretary
By Ann Mayburn
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The Fighter’s Secretary
Copyright © 2017 by Ann Mayburn
Published by Honey Mountain Publishing
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Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 1
Dallas Ortega glanced over at his chief of security, Richie Wells, and let out a long sigh. Did you find out who stole the nipple clamps?
They were in Dallas’s office on the top floor of one of the best office buildings in downtown Miami. The space had a killer view of the ocean, and was a far cry from the ghetto of Chicago where he’d grown up. On the wall hung various pictures of him in different tournaments during his time as a professional fighter, along with mementos from his seven-year career using his fists to make his fortune. But thanks to one concussion too many those days were behind him now and he’d successfully made the transition from fighter to businessman. Well, financially he’d made the transition, personally he’d never be comfortable with wearing a suit and sitting behind a big desk all day. Thankfully he had a great staff working for him that took care of the boring bullshit so he could focus on trying out new products and inventing new gear and equipment for fighters.
But someone with access to his office had stolen a six-thousand-dollar diamond and gold pair of nipple clamps out of his desk. He’d ordered them ten months ago for his skank ex-girlfriend, Tammy, before he’d found out she was a cheating bitch. It didn’t take her long to show her true colors by fucking one of Dallas’s old rivals in the UFC, Kyle. But now they were gone and he had no idea who could have taken them.
When the nipple clamps had arrived a couple weeks ago he’d admired them, then tossed them into his desk, not wanting to deal with the painful memories they brought up. But now one of his friends in the lifestyle wanted to buy them and they were nowhere to be found. It was like anything that had to do with Tammy was cursed.
Just the thought of his ex made his stomach lurch. Tammy lived for the press and attention that came from dating a UFC champ and now that Dallas was retired he couldn’t provide her with the fame that she craved like a drug. She was the ultimate arm candy, a former ring girl and supermodel beautiful. She was also a master manipulator and loved drama. When they’d been together he hadn’t realized just how much she’d been pretending to be someone she wasn’t, but less than a day after he’d announced he was retiring for good she was fucking Kyle and preening on his arm at press conferences. Turns out she’d been screwing a bunch of UFC fighters behind Dallas’s back and he was just thankful he’d never had unprotected sex with her.
Fucking bitch.
Richie cleared his throat, drawing Dallas back to the present, and an uncharacteristic flush burned on his chief of security’s tanned cheeks as he glanced behind him as if to make sure the door to Dallas’s office was closed. Yeah, I found out who took them, but...it’s not like you think. And you can’t be fucking pissed off at me when you see the surveillance footage. You asked me to find out who did it, and I did. But I’ll let you know right now that you have the only copy of it and I will never speak of it again.
Disconcerted, Dallas leaned forward and nailed Richie with a glare that had made more than one grown man tremble in fear. What’s going on?
Running both his hands through his blond hair, Richie lifted his chin in the direction of the monitor on Dallas’s desk. Well, it’s no secret how crazy possessive you are of your secretary.
Amanda is not my secretary,
came Dallas’s automatic reply. She’s my personal assistant. If she hears you call her my secretary she’ll have your balls in her purse.
Look, man, just watch the tape. And remember, I didn’t know what was going to be on it.
Wait, are you saying Amanda took them?
Disbelief filled his voice and he immediately rejected the idea. If there was one thing he knew it was that his prim and proper secretary wouldn’t jaywalk, let alone steal from him. Amanda was as straight as they came, a good, classy woman to the core and so far out of his league that it wasn’t funny.
Being not only the head of his security but also his best friend, Richie was more than aware of Dallas’s one-sided attraction to the beautiful woman. When she first started working for him six months ago he’d hit on her and been shot down time and time again. She saw him as nothing more than a muscle-head man-whore, and he had to admit that he’d slept with more than his fair share of very willing women after his breakup with Tammy. He wished he could go back in time and not come off like such a player when they first met, but that wasn’t going to happen.
He’d give up the entire business empire he’d paid for with his blood and sweat, all up for a chance to win Amanda’s heart.
Too bad that was never going to happen. His girl could freeze ice cubes with her glare and it was almost like she had some invisible force field that kept men away. Then again, anyone who came near Amanda Dallas usually warned off, quickly. This was his woman, even if she didn’t know it.
Richie sighed then actually flushed. Jesus Christ, just watch the fucking tape, Dallas. I’ll be over here in the corner protecting my balls.
Dallas blew out a harsh breath and turned his attention to the monitor, clicking Play as he leaned forward to watch the surveillance footage. The time stamp showed it was four days ago, and from the angle of the camera he could see his desk and the big leather couch that sat up against the far wall. A slice of the floor-to-ceiling windows that showed the dark sky beyond with a few lights shining here and there was at the very edge of the frame. The video was surprisingly good and when motion came from the corner of the camera’s view he leaned forward, surprised when a moment later Amanda came onto the screen with an armful of folders.
A quick glance at the time stamp showed that it was past eight o’clock at night and he wondered what the hell she was doing there until he remembered that the next day he’d had a big presentation to some potential investors. Amanda had, with her usual efficiency, provided him with everything he’d needed to wow the investors. With a wince of chagrin he realized that he’d only told her about the meeting two hours before the end of the day. She’d obviously stayed late to get the presentation together without him knowing.
His gaze devoured her as she moved with liquid grace across his office and he couldn’t help but grin when she frowned and bent down to pick something up off the floor. It was the black T-shirt he’d worn that day and forgotten to pick up when he’d changed before leaving work to meet with his mother at a nice restaurant for dinner. Amanda looked stunning, as usual. All long legs and elegant bone structure, with the prettiest pink lips he’d ever seen. She never wore a drop of makeup, not that she needed it. The Asian heritage she’d gotten from her mother was evident in her