Series: Dirty Office Romance #1
Publication Date: July 18th, 2016
Genres: Contemporary, Romance
Source: the publisher
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From New York Times Bestseller, Vi Keeland, comes a sexy new standalone novel.
The first time I met Chase Parker, I didn’t exactly make a good impression.
I was hiding in the bathroom hallway of a restaurant, leaving a message for my best friend to save me from my awful date.
He overheard and told me I was a bitch, then proceeded to offer me some dating advice.
So I told him to mind his own damn business—his own tall, gorgeous, full-of-himself damn business—and went back to my miserable date.
When he walked by my table, he smirked, and I watched his arrogant, sexy ass walk back to his date.
I couldn’t help but sneak hidden glances at the condescending jerk on the other side of the room. Of course, he caught me on more than one occasion, and winked.
When the gorgeous stranger and his equally hot date suddenly appeared at our table, I thought he was going to rat me out.
But instead, he pretended we knew each other and joined us—telling elaborate, embarrassing stories about our fake childhood.
My date suddenly went from boring to bizarrely exciting.
When it was over and we parted ways, I thought about him more than I would ever admit, even though I knew I’d never see him again.
I mean, what were the chances I’d run into him again in a city with eight million people?
What were the chances a month later he’d wind up being my new sexy boss?
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That cover is totally drool-worthy, am I right? Between that and the blurb, I knew I had to read Bossman. I’m so glad I did! It ended up being a great story with lots of banter, angst, humor, and heat.
Reese is a strong, independent New Yorker who is wading into the dating pool and not having much success. She has been burned in the past and it makes finding the right man difficult. Reese’s professional life is also in flux, since she has just left her job after being passed over for a promotion.
Chase is a cocky, funny, cute, and brilliant entrepreneur. After a life-altering experience left him reeling, he’s become quite the playboy with the ladies. His chance meeting with Reese is the beginning of a new start for him. Neither Reese nor Chase can forget the other, so when Reese mentions that she needs a new job, he is quick to offer help—leading to Chase becoming Reese’s ‘bossman’.
I enjoyed Reese and Chase’s relationship. Their banter is hilarious and steamy. Chase tries hard to get Reese into his bed and she just isn’t having it. I thought her reasons were valid at first, but when the attraction is so strong, you can only fight it for so long. I understand that dating your boss’s boss is usually frowned upon, but maybe she fought it a little too much? I don’t know for sure, but once they get together, it’s definitely hot.
What starts off as a light and jovial story with great banter turns into a deeper and much sadder book by the end. Chase and Reese have to face their past in order to find their future and I thought this was addressed so well. Vi Keeland does such a great job with strong heroines and cocky alpha-males. Bossman definitely fits into that category and it’s a great read. I definitely recommend it!
“Sorry, I wasn’t looking where—”
The sight of Chase standing there was almost enough to knock me over. I’d secretly hoped to see him, yet never thought I actually would. What are the chances? I did a double take, sure I was seeing things. But it was him all right, in the flesh. And what flesh it is. Standing there shirtless and wet—wearing nothing but a pair of low-slung swim trunks—he had me stuttering. Literally.
“Ch…Ch…Ch—” I couldn’t get the word out.
Of course, Chase didn’t miss a beat. He smirked and leaned in. “You do a cute train impression, Buttercup.”
He remembers me.
I shook my head, attempting to snap myself out of it. But it was no use. He was so tall, and I was so short, I had no choice but to stare at his body. Water trickled down his abs. I was mesmerized watching it speed up and slow down as it crossed the rippled lines of his six-pack. Damn.
I cleared my throat and finally spoke. “Chase.”
I was pretty freaking proud of myself for getting that much out. He had a towel slung around his neck and lifted it to dry off his dripping hair, revealing even more flesh. His pectoral muscles were carved and perfect. And—oh, my God…is that… Holy shit. It is. His nipples were cold and erect, and one of them was….was…pierced.