Out of My League by Michele Zurlo Read Free Book Online Page A

bathroom door hung open. A file folder waited on the desk, though the papers and other office paraphernalia were still on the floor where he’d flung them when he’d cleared the desktop.
    She glanced at the closed door behind the desk. It was a bedroom. It had to be. There was nothing else left. How would that play into his boss-secretary fantasy?
    What a puzzling man. Outside the confines of school, there seemed to be a lot more to him. Perhaps she’d underestimated him when she’d stereotyped and dismissed him from everything but her sexual fantasies.
    Ten minutes later, she had tamed her hair back into a ponytail and shimmied into the outfit he’d selected. It reminded her of something from a porno or a rock video. The green plaid skirt was almost long enough to cover her ass. From Kaelen’s height, he wouldn’t be able to see anything, but if she bent at all, he would have an unobstructed view of everything. Underwear and hose weren’t allowed, but he’d left a pair of low-heeled, strappy sandals for her feet.
    The white button-down shirt had a little pleat in front that made the shirt cup her breasts. It barely covered her midriff, and it was so thin that the white lace demi-bra was easily visible through it. In the subdued bathroom lighting, she could make out the rosy color of her nipples.
    Mia spent more than a few minutes staring at the stranger in the mirror. She never wore tight clothes, and she avoided looking into a mirror for longer than necessary. So many years of hiding her figure had spawned a habit not easily broken. Somewhere along the way, though, she had turned into a curvy woman with more than a little hint of sex appeal.
    On a whim, she released her hair from the band holding it together. Soft chestnut locks floated over her shoulders. Her eyes appeared larger, and she looked feminine and a little wanton.
    Still not the kind of tall, cool beauty she pictured at Kaelen’s side.
    She shrugged at the image staring back, turned off the light, and headed to her desk. Having to do actual secretarial work seemed unlikely. This was a sexual fantasy, not an answer to a disorganized person’s prayers. She knocked on the door to let him know she was in position, and then she spread the discarded sweater over the seat to have a barrier between her skin and the leather chair.
    Time ticked by as she sat there. For the first time, she became aware of the black-and-white clock hanging over the door and the schick-schick sound it made to mark every second.
    With nothing else to do, she gathered the papers from the floor and set them on the desk. The yellow binding of the report holder Kaelen had thrown down earlier caught her attention. She opened the cover and attempted to read the first sentence, but the door flew open.
    Turning, she found Kaelen transformed. The jeans and flannel were conspicuously absent. In their place he wore dress pants, a shirt, and a plaid tie that matched her skirt. The man had a thing for plaid.
    “Calloway, get your pad and pen, and get your cute little ass in here.”
    Mia lifted her brow at his 1970s tone. “My cute little ass? Isn’t that going a bit far?”
    He matched her expression. “You knew the conditions of employment when you accepted this job. You’re my assistant, here to assist me in any and every way I need assisting.”
    There was no pad of paper in sight, so she grabbed some of the papers on the desk. If he was serious about her having to write stuff down, she would make notes on the back. A quick glance around the floor helped locate the pencil that had been there earlier. Standing, she beamed a tolerant smile at him. “Well, then I guess I better do what you say, or I’ll find myself out of a job.”
    She breezed by him, sailing into the room with her head held high. She glanced around, surprised it wasn't the bedroom she thought she'd find. It was definitely an office.
    The door closed behind her, rattling in its frame to protest the force Kaelen had