Yes, Sir: Seduced by the Boss by Vanessa Chambers

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About the author:

Vanessa Chambers is the hot new author of the "Seduced by the Boss" trilogy:

– Yes, Sir
– Learning to Ride
– Envious Desires

She resides in Chicago with her husband and daughter.

What inspired you to write your book?

I was inspired to put my own twist on the typical tales of workplace affairs.

Here is a short sample from the book:

“Stacey?”
Stacey Knowles shook her head vigorously at the sound of her name. Her coworker, Jennifer, had addressed her just as she was closing her eyes for an inadvertent cat-nap.
“Hmm?” Stacey asked.
“Good lord, you look beat,” Jennifer said. She was leaning against the doorway leading into Stacey’s office, her long, red-brown hair sitting just above her shoulders. She wore a black pencil skirt appropriate in the professional setting, but her blouse was just a tad too low cut … though that didn't surprise Stacey in the least — her friend was always looking for an opportunity to show off her ample bosom. “Long night last night?” she asked Stacey.
Stacey couldn’t help flashing a slight smile, framed perfectly by her shoulder-length, jet-black hair. “A bit,” she said.
Your date went that well?” Stacey asked. “Now I need details.” She gingerly shut the door behind her as she entered Stacey’s office and took a seat across from her desk. “Did you two … you know …?”
Stacey laughed. “No, no, nothing like that. You know I won’t sleep with a guy on the first date.”
Jennifer’s brow furrowed in confusion. “Then why the long night? You’d better start at the beginning.”
Stacey giggled, and took a moment to relive the previous night so she could give her friend the details.
She’d met Andrew on a dating app, and they’d talked for almost two weeks before he finally asked Stacey out on a date, which they’d finally gone on the previous night.
“There’s really not much to tell, Jen. He picked me up at my house, we went and saw a movie, and then he took me out to a nice dinner at a steakhouse downtown. We had a nice dinner and a couple glasses of wine.”
“That doesn’t sound like an all-night affair,” Jen said skeptically.
“Well, after dinner he took me back to my place, and I invited him in …”
“So you did sleep with—”
“No, no, no,” Stacey quickly corrected. “I made it very clear to him upfront that there was not going to be any of that.”
Jennifer let out an exasperated sigh. “Stacey, you’re such a prude,” she said. “It’s okay to have some fun every once in awhile!”
Stacey tried her best to hold her tongue. Jennifer was always criticizing her for being old-fashioned, but Stacey didn’t look at it that way. She just tended to move slower than most of the women her age. Was it really so bad that she wanted to get to know a guy a bit before going for a romp in the hay?
“Well, anyway, he came in, and I poured us each a glass of wine, and we just ended up talking for hours! It was invigorating. We learned so much about each other.”
“What did you talk about?”
“Everything! We talked about our childhoods, our favorite books … we joked, we got serious. There were no limits, really. It was fun, but we were up until almost two in the morning before he left, and I'm just beat.”
“And the two of you were drinking wine and he never even made a move? What a wuss!”
“Jennifer, that’s not fair at all! I was actually impressed by how respectful he was.”
Jennifer scoffed at that. “Whatever you say,” she said. “Just let me know when he makes a move, because those are the juicy details I’m craving!” She stood and made her way to the door. “Hey, you know the new boss is going to be a little late today, right?”
“No, I didn’t,” Stacey said. “When is he coming in?”
“He’ll be here in about an hour … so look busy. See you later.”
“Later, Jen.”
With Jennifer gone, Stacey tried to concentrate on her work, going through her email inbox, but her eyelids felt heavy.
This is not going to make a good impression in front of the new boss, she thought to herself. I need coffee if I'm going to make it through the day.
She dragged herself out of her office chair, made her way to the kitchen and poured herself a cup of coffee. As she let the warm brown liquid slide down her throat and imbue her with some small semblance of life, Brett, the human resources manager, came in and poured a cup of coffee of his own.
“Hey, Stace,” he said. “How's it going?”
“Not bad,” she said, and she took a long sip of coffee. “Just trying to stay awake.”
“I hear you,” he said, taking a sip of his own. “Ready to meet the new boss?”
“Jeez, I hope so,” she said.
The office had been abuzz for the past week about the new boss. His name was Jason Masters, and the word from corporate was that he was some kind of business school whiz-kid who was going to breathe new life into their Jacksonville, Texas, office. Lord knew they needed some new life. Their last branch manager, Larry Hudson, had retired last month at the age of sixty-two, having spent thirty years at the company. Larry was a good guy, and Stacey had a lot of respect for him, but it had been time for him to step down and let some new blood take over.
Stacey excused herself and retreated back to her office, gripping her coffee mug like her life depended on it. After a few sips of coffee, she felt some of her energy return and started getting more productive. When an hour came and went, she was surprised by how quickly the time had flown by.
Jennifer poked her head into Stacey’s office. “The new boss is here,” she said. “You need to see him. Holy shit.” With that, she was gone, leaving Stacey surprised by Jennifer’s demeanor. “Holy shit”? What did she mean by that? Was he a huge dweeb or something? Was Jennifer making fun of him? That made Stacey mad. She considered Jennifer a friend, but she could be so mean-spirited at times.
However goofy Jennifer might think Mr. Masters looked, he was the boss, and Stacey wanted to make a good impression. She pulled a pocket mirror out of her purse and ensured she looked presentable, then headed out of her office.
Everyone was gathering by the front entrance, and the excited murmurs emanating from the small crowd indicated that a lot of ass-kissing was already underway. Stacey marched right up to the crowd and peeked her head over the shoulders of the people in front of her so she could get a good look.
Her breath stopped for a moment. There was no way this could be the new boss, she thought. There was no way this was Jason Masters.
The man standing by the entrance and greeting the employees of Hathaway Communications, Inc., looked more like a model than a recent MBA grad. His hair was swept across his forehead like the golden mane of some Greek god, and his chin was as square as the edge of one of the cheesy romance novels Stacey was so fond of devouring.
Her jaw dropped as her eyes drifted down to take in the sight of his broad shoulders and chest, tapering down to a narrow waist. He was wearing a blue pinstripe dress shirt, a black tie and a burgundy blazer, with a pair of tight-fitting wool slacks.
Stacey was still trying to make sense of the fact that the sight of her new boss was causing her heart to practically beat out of her chest when he made his way over to her and held out his hand.
“Hi there,” he said, a large, congenial smile on his face. “I'm Jason Masters.”
Stacey just stared at him for a moment, a shocked expression on her face, before she forced herself to bring her hand to meet his. His hand was large, and gripped hers firmly as she let out meekly, “Hi … I'm Stacey Knowles.”
His grin was intoxicating. “Pleasure to meet you, Stacey,” he said as he let go of her hand. “Tell me, what is it you do here?”