I’ve changed the title and updated the story now titled, Business or Pleasure, hoping that will entice readers to no end. Anyone interested in a hot transgender story might want to take a gander.
There’s more to Alex King than meets the eye both on the surface and the interior.
When Raina’s boss hires a consultant named Alex King, a much sought after financial adviser, she finds herself resisting more than professional competition. The last thing Raina needs is a consultant to tell her is how to do her job. What she doesn’t count on is Alex’s persistence. Alex might be as sexy as hell, and Raina is determined to fight temptation, but her pesky salacious thoughts are no match even for a control freak. She longs to crack the consultant’s impeccable facade. Can Raina remain aloof? Or will she acquiesce to the heated advances of Alex King? Will it be business or pleasure? That’s the question in what could be the ultimate office hook up Raina discovers what you see isn’t necessarily what you get—it’s actually better.
Not accustomed to being immobilized in the presence of just anyone, I met this Alex King’s outstretched hand, shocked when his firm grasp electrified me up to my armpits. I hadn’t missed how his narrow waist led to…damn, any hot-blooded woman couldn’t fail to notice his porn star-sized package, if she was in the market for it. Which I wasn’t. It had been years since I had been attracted to a man. Now, masculinity, that’s another thing. It’s true that I liked my women butch, and my pussy came alive when they packed, but I hadn’t considered a cis-gendered man since college. Who was this man? Where had he come from to exude such blatant confidence, thus undermining my own? Instead of sporting a professional hairstyle, his longish, wavy hair, gelled to a lustrous sheen, was reason enough to discount his credibility. How could I take a man seriously when he looked so damn sexy in a suit? Not that I was prone to falling for stereotypes, but his pretty-boy smile, emphasis on pretty, bold swagger and charisma tainted my first impression anyway.
…courtesy of a New ‘Nude’ Neighbor.
With a looming deadline to complete her doctoral thesis too close for comfort, the last thing Dane needs is one more distraction. When a sexy woman rings her bell and claims to be her new neighbor, all thoughts of cerebral pursuits fly right out of Dane’s head and settle directly in her crotch.
As luck would have it, rejuvenated creativity and the erotic theme of a classic text started my juices flowing, especially after reading a saucy scene about kissing, perfume, and breasts, and yes, I could really get into that. All at once, my head cleared. Everything made perfect sense. I had begun to expand upon ideas and tie up loose ends–my fingers flying over the keyboard–when the doorbell rang.
I stood up abruptly and this time the chair shot across the floor. Luckily, the wheels caught in the shag pile throw rug before the seat reached the wall, or worse, knocked over my extensive DVD collection.
In rapid succession, the doorbell sounded twice more. Our fearless Maltese-Yorkies, Romeo and Juliette, barked their furry white heads off and got underfoot, adding to my frustration. In a huff, I inadvertently stepped on Juliette’s tail.
“Sorry, Jules,” I muttered and yanked the door open, still cursing, prepared to send the intruder away, but I caught my breath in midair instead. I choked and sputtered as if I’d inhaled a bumblebee.
“Howdy there, neighbor.” She offered a delicate, well-manicured hand.
“I’m Lexi.” Her painted fingernails matched the pink shade of her lipstick both complimenting her ivory complexion and the long blonde hair that cascaded past her waist and brushed her backside. I opened the door wider, gently shooed the dogs back, and stepped out onto the porch. The sun, well into its descent towards the horizon, provided the perfect backdrop for her exquisite beauty.
“Dane,” I managed. The scripted pink letters across the front of her sheer, white belly shirt drew my gaze to her cleavage. I hoped my lips hadn’t formed the word wow, gazing at a deep vee neckline showing enough of her voluptuous breasts to whet my appetite. It was difficult, but I made a conscious effort to put my tongue back inside my mouth.