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J.J. Smoke lives in California and graduated from college with a Bachelor's in English. She is an avid reader of all things science fiction and YA can frequently be caught curled up in her favorite chair with a nice cup of coffee, a blanket, and her Kindle.
When not reading or writing, she can be found trying to lure the affection of her grumpy dog, who is very good at being just out of reach for snuggle time.
Here is a short sample from the book:
I work for the devil… a smoking hot devil.
Getting out of the cab, arriving at my job, taking the elevator, putting my desk in order, forgetting some things that Mr. Stevenson will definitely complain about it later, then waiting for the day to end, this is what a normal day looks like. I expect today to be just like this, but something is different almost like something is waiting for me to happen.
So, I decide to take the stairs instead of the elevator, just to make sure that whatever destiny has waiting for me doesn’t happen. After taking two set of stairs, I remember that this is a 50-story building, and I’m not going to fool myself into believing I can do this. So, I exit and take the elevator at the second floor.
I get in relieved that is empty and press the button for the right floor, but when it’s about to close someone holds the door. Samantha, another secretary like me, gets in.
“Good morning Ellen.” She says. “So, tell me what did you do this weekend?”
I look around as if I can make the elevator go faster with my mind. Samantha is married for 30 years, so maybe because of my age she’s always thinking that I’m out in the world partying and having adventures. It’s almost like she expects me to live for her. Sometimes, I think she sees me as some sort of live TV show for her.
She cleans her spectacles in her blouse and narrows her look at me, then smiles.
“Come on! Tell me the truth. Unless it’s something that you can talk about.” She covers her mouth as if she saw a ghost, but in this case the ghost is me. “Are you having sex with someone from the office?”
I laugh out of the absurdity of what she just said but I think that she believes that it’s an admission of guilty.
“Oh my God, are you banging Mr. Stevenson?”
I immediately cover her mouth out of fear that someone might hear her.
“Of course not, your lunatic. I really did nothing this weekend.”
For a while she leaves me alone, which is enough for me to consider what if what she said was the truth.
Mr. Stevenson is attractive. Muscular body carved out of perfection, big firm hands that I could imagine all over me, a cruel smile that makes you lustful, only 27, which is 5 years older than me. I could totally see if it wasn’t for the fact that he’s too cold and distant. Maybe that makes me fantasize about him more.
Samantha calls me in the distance. When I come back to reality, I realize that we’re at our floor. My heart is racing, and I’m sweating and aroused a little. Every time a thought like that arises, I try to make it go away, but maybe that’s what makes it more fun.
Walking to my desk, looking around to make sure Mr. Stevenson didn’t arrive yet, nodding my head as hi to everyone I know, I sit at my chair to begin another day. When I finally dive my back on the chair and relax, I hear that firm walk as if he’s marching to conquer the world, and then the Italian black shoes stop by my side. I immediately look up but slow enough to stop at his legs, crotch, and abs, finally resting my eyes at his face. If he only had a better personality and wasn’t my boss.
I wish I could read his mind to know what he thinks about me. He’s not very friendly but when he smiles out of a corner of his mouth, or when he looks deep into my eyes, I can tell there’s more than he let’s me know with his words.
“Ms. Davis, I thought that you were supposed to be at work some time ago. Unless, I’m mistaken and I’m paying you to arrive late and take days off.”
“I… I took the stairs but…”
He looks at me as if he’s trying to scan my face, then he looks at my armpits.
“You walked 30 floors?”
“Well… I gave up at the second floor”
He smiles and shakes his head a little, leaving me not knowing what to make of it.
“Well, I have a meeting in 5 minutes. Do you have the papers I asked you yesterday?”
When I look at my desk, a panic wave hits my stomach spreading to my heart and then my whole body. The folder is empty. I can’t see the papers and I have no idea of what to say now. This is very different than my daydream.