Nanisi Barrett D'Arnuk

My new boss is the most perfect woman I’d ever seen. Wisdom dictates one doesn’t get involved with a colleague, but surely taking along a six-pack of her favorite beer when I deliver a report to her home after work won’t be misconstrued?<br><br>She invites me to stay for dinner. One thing leads to another, and we start doing things together outside the office. But as the weather cools and the holidays approach, she decides she wants to take our relationship to the next level. Do I?

Business for the Holidays

“Shit!” Nasty was coming out. Rocco panicked, but kept on going. The room was dark except for the glow from his screen. Maybe she wouldn’t notice.


“What are you doing? Are you touching my things?”


The second letter was E. Or was it the third. Crap! He’d gotten so nervous he may have missed one.


“Get out!” She started throwing things, and then picked up a nail file big enough to give the Statue of Liberty a pedicure, brandishing it toward Rocco’s partially open fly. “I will cut off the shaft and then stomp on your testicles!”


Rocco bolted out the door and into the hotel hallway in his poker print underwear. Where to go, he wondered. Back to Bart’s? He stopped by Mikolas’s room on the way and pressed his ear to the door. What the hell am I doing?Rocco felt like a fool. They’re asleep, he told himself.


Chapter 13