Thanksgiving with Dad's Boss: An Older Man Younger Woman Romance (A Man Who Knows What He Wants Book 84)
THANKSGIVING WITH DAD’S BOSS
AN OLDER MAN YOUNGER WOMAN ROMANCE
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A MAN WHO KNOWS WHAT HE WANTS, 84
FLORA FERRARI
CONTENTS
Copyright
A Man Who Knows What He Wants Series
Thanksgiving with Dad's Boss
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Epilogue
Extended Epilogue
Series
Newsletter
COPYRIGHT
Copyright © 2018 by Flora Ferrari.
All Rights Reserved.
No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.
This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.
The following story contains mature themes, strong language and sexual situations. It is intended for mature readers.
A MAN WHO KNOWS WHAT HE WANTS
Book 1: Baby Lust
Book 2: Veteran
Book 3: Built
Book 4: Bambino
Book 5: Rescued
Book 6: Leader
Book 7: Professor
Book 8: Burned
Book 9: Worldly
Book 10: Pistol
Book 11: Policed
Book 12: Driven
Book 13: Lucky 13
Book 14: Lumberjacked
Book 15: Protector
Book 16: Carpenter
Book 17: Italian Stallion
Book 18: Gardener
Book 19: Budapest Billionaire’s Virgin
Book 20: Billionaire’s Babysitter
Book 21: Cocky CFO
Book 22: Fireman’s Filthy 4th
Book 23: Mechanic
Book 24: SEAL’s Secret
Book 25: Police, Pooch, and Smooch
Book 26: Fireman’s Fake Fiancée
Book 27: Billionaire’s Virgin Ballerina
Book 28: Bitcoin Billionaire’s Babysitter
Book 29: Veterans Day Daddy
Book 30: Cowboy’s Christmas Carol
Book 31: Police Officer’s Princess
Book 32: Statham
Book 33: Bodyguard
Book 34: Greek God
Book 35: Billionaire Single Dad's Babysitter
Book 36: Mountain Man
Book 37: SEAL’s Justice
Book 38: Royal Romance
Book 39: Doctor Mountain Man’s Special Delivery
Book 40: Crocodile Dan D
Book 41: Mountain Man’s Secret Baby
Book 42: Doctor Bad Boy’s Secret Baby
Book 43: Cop’s Babysitter
Book 44: Nanny for the Cop Next Door
Book 45: Small Town SEAL’s Saving Grace
Book 46: Cop’s Fake Fiancée
Book 47: Billionaire’s Nanny
Book 48: Cowboy’s Babysitter
Book 49: Steamy
Book 50: Brother’s Best Friend
Book 51: Possessive Professor
Book 52: Firefighter’s Babysitter
Book 53: Soldier’s Secret Baby
Book 54: Ward’s Independence Day
Book 55: Doctor Next Door
Book 56: Possessive Policeman
Book 57: Coached by the MMA Fighter
Book 58: Boss’s Babysitter
Book 59: Virgin in New York
Book 60: Rock Star’s Baby
Book 61: Possessive Protector
Book 62: Possessive Australian
Book 63: Best Friend’s Brother
Book 64: Possessive Cowboy
Book 65: Summer Romanced
Book 66: Possessive Prince
Book 67: Lovers’s Enemy
Book 68: Cop’s Best Friend
Book 69: Possessive Firefighter
Book 70: Football Next Door
Book 71: Doctor December
Book 72: Possessive Canadian
Book 73: Blue Collar Billionaire
Book 74: Possessive K-9 Cop
Book 75: Possessive Brazilian
Book 76: Hockey Obsession
Book 77: Possessive Boston Irish American MMA Fighter
Book 78: Halloween Next Door
Book 79: Possessive Russian
Book 80: Baseball Mine
Book 81: Cop’s Caribbean Captive
Book 82: Instalove Island
Book 83: Dad’s Best Friend
Book 84: Thanksgiving with Dad’s Boss
Book 85: Possessive Italian Neighbor
THANKSGIVING WITH DAD’S BOSS
Thanksgiving with dad’s boss wasn’t how I expected to spend Thanksgiving.
But when my dad’s boss misses his flight out of town this older man joins us for dinner, but secretly this younger woman has been hoping we’d join in another way since the first time I laid eyes on him.
The first time I saw him a few months ago was the first time I knew I’d finally found the man I wanted to have my first time with.
But as the weather outside cools, and things between us heat up, will my dad’s boss give me a raise I’m thankful for, or will my dad risk his job, and my one shot with the one older man in this world I want more than anything?
*Thanksgiving with Dad’s Boss is an insta-everything standalone instalove romance with an HEA, no cheating, and no cliffhanger.
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CHAPTER 1
Thalia
“You didn’t set the right number of plates,” my dad says.
“Dad, we always put out an extra plate on holidays and birthdays in mom’s memory.”
“I know, sweetie,” he says as he pulls me in for a hug. “But we need four plates set this time, not three.”
I scratch my temple as my head pulls back and one eye closes. “Four?”
“Yeah, I thought I told you. Maybe I forgot. Last night I invited my boss after he missed his flight out for the long Thanksgiving weekend.”
“Mr. Thorn?” If that’s who he’s talking about he definitely forgot to mention it. Just hearing the sound of his name coming from my mouth right now reminds me of all the times I swear I’ve woken up in the middle of the night moaning it.
“Yeah. You remember him. The tall, built guy in the suit from the company’s summer barbecue. How he stays in that good of shape at thirty-five years old is beyond me. Maybe he’ll share a few of his secrets.”
Mr. Thorn isn’t the only one with secrets. I’ve got a big one, or two, that I’ve been dying to share only with him since I first laid eyes
on him.
Suddenly the rapping of thick, solid fingers on equally solid hardwood echoes all the way through the house from the front door. My back straightens and I feel my body tighten as my nerves go on edge.
“Wonder why he didn’t use the doorbell?” my dad asks as he goes to answer his boss’s masculine announcement of his presence.
Because he’s a real man. A throwback. A boss in and out of the office.
And because of him I’ve never been so nervous, and thankful, to sit down for Thanksgiving in my entire life.
CHAPTER 2
Trevor
I close my eyes and take a deep breath in through my nose and out my mouth as I hear footsteps coming towards the door.
Quickly my eyes open. If they have one of those surveillance cameras or if someone flicks a light on and looks through the peephole I don’t want them to see that I’m mentally off-balance for the first time in nineteen years.
It’s the same technique I’ve used to center myself since I first started my own company way back at sixteen. I used to pitch investors on why they should put their money with me. I think most of them took my meeting out of sheer curiosity, wondering how in the world a sixteen-year-old had built a half a million-dollar company in six months. And I think the other half had some sort of pity for the kid whose parents passed away in a car crash.
Nobody invested and looking back I’m glad they didn’t.
It just made me angrier and hungrier. And now all the proceeds from the company go right into my pocket, not somebody else’s.
But nineteen years is a long, long time in the business world.
But not in life.
Because that’s the age of Thomas Taylor’s daughter Thalia.
And she’s the only reason I’m here, or anywhere other than on a beach somewhere, this Thanksgiving weekend.
The door swings open and I prepare for my mouth to drop, but instead it’s her father. “Mr. Thorn,” he says. “Please come in.”
“Happy Thanksgiving, Thomas,” I say. But if his daughter isn’t here then there will be absolutely nothing to be thankful for this year.
Thomas shows me to the dinner table where there are four places set. My mind flashes back to his company file. To the best of my knowledge there’s only him and his daughter. I would make three. But I’m not about to start asking if he invited anyone else.
There’s only one person I’m interested in and she’s not here.
Fuck.
The massive erection I had when I knocked on the door just seconds ago quickly subsides. I already jacked off three times today before I came over, each climax more powerful than the one before. It seemed like there was nothing I could do to get my dick to go down.
Until now.
The deflating thought of coming over here and her not being here is enough to make me want to pound my fists on this man’s table.
I feel like I’ve been tricked, but I’ve got no one to blame but myself for coming here with only the intention of seeing her…or more.
“Do you like cranberry sauce, Mr. Thorn? I know that’s somewhat of a polarizing thing to the palette of many people come Thanksgiving.”
What ever happened to simple English? “It’s fine,” I say, getting angrier at myself by the second. I need to find a way to get out of here quick if she doesn’t show. If I charter a private plane I can still make it down to the Caribbean in time to see the sunrise from a cabana on the beach, which is way better than drowning in my sorrows with a bottle of Jack, pissed off that Thalia isn’t here.
What was I thinking coming over here anyway? I thought I could come over here and make his daughter mine just like that?
Damn right.
But look how that’s turning out right about now.
A girl like that…the one I saw at the company barbecue…she’s probably got guys lining up for her at college. She can take her pick of the ambitious guys, athletes, heck anybody she likes.
A growl comes from deep within my stomach out of nowhere. The thought of her with somebody else fills me with rage.
“You must be starving. I heard your stomach growl from all the way in the kitchen,” Thomas says as he enters the dining room with a huge tray containing the turkey.
Yeah, I’m starving to taste the sweetness of your daughter, buddy. And since she’s very obviously missing from this soiree I feel like the biggest turkey in the room.
CHAPTER 3
Thalia
I shut my bedroom door upstairs behind me, lean against it, and count down from ten to one.
I need to get myself under control, but judging by the goose bumps that cover my entire body, my pebbled nipples poking through the material of both my bra and my dress, and the wetness in-between my thighs I’m a very long way off from being in control of myself.
The second my dad told me Mr. Thorn was coming over I darted up the stairs, freshened up my face and slipped out of my jeans and T-shirt and into the same lacy, white dress I wore to the summer company barbecue.
The same one he saw me in for the first time. And the same one I saw him fixated on for the entirety of that afternoon.
If it worked once I’m hoping it can work again.
But as I take a step forward my knees wobble and I realize my big girl game with the dress and the ruby red heels isn’t working at all.
But I don’t care. I know what I want and what I want is him. I push past the thoughts in my mind that tell me I’m crazy for doing what I’m doing and I move toward the top of the staircase, making sure to hold the rail.
The minute I reach it I’m holding something else entirely…direct eye contact with him.
He’s staring me down just as hungrily and with that same feral intensity he did a few months ago.
He immediately shoots out of his chair, sending it flying backwards and tipping over onto the floor as he stands like someone announced a princess is about to descend the stairs.
The gesture made by this powerful man, who according to the papers is a billionaire although money doesn’t excite me nearly as much as simply being around him does, makes me feel more powerful in my own right.
My shaking hand slides around the corner of the horizontal railing upstairs to the vertical railing of the staircase leading downstairs just before the loud sound of my heels on the steps which should bring his eyes right to me.
I feel my pulse on the side of my neck and I swear I can smell his musky scent all the way up here.
My eyes move across his body as I take in the sight of his broad shoulders in his deep blue sports coat with the subtle lines on it, likely made from the finest Italian wools. Underneath there’s a gray button up shirt with an elegantly striped tie.
He looks like he stepped right off the covers of GQ and Men’s Health, both his body and his wardrobe are impeccably masculine at the same time.
Just like the three-day-old beard growth he’s sporting and his thick, brown hair which is combed back off his handsome yet rough looking face.
But the most sexy, powerful, and intimidating thing about him are those deep brown eyes that shoot lasers right at me, warming me with each and every step closer I get.
I feel like I could get lost in those eyes and I do as I approach the last few steps realizing he picked the same side of the table I did.
He’s going to be sitting right next to me.
The thought has me giddy and lightheaded but as I go to take another step when my heel touches down it wobbles causing my ankle to roll and my hands to leave the railing as I brace for the smack that is coming as I feel myself starting to tumble face first towards the floor.
CHAPTER 4
Trevor
I’m still hypnotized by the sight of her when she first starts to fall but the thought of anything happening to her, any harm coming her way, snaps me back to reality and I slide forward in my dark dress shoes and snatch her out of the air at the last second.
Even though she’s light as a feather and I’ve already secured her
I feel my hands gripping her soft, smooth skin tighter…possessively…letting her know I don’t ever plan on letting her go.
I feel the heat from her skin transfer up my hands and throughout my body and just as quickly my throbbing erection which had subsided is right back up, wanting nothing more than to be inside her like I’ve fantasized about multiple times daily since I first laid eyes on her.
I can’t let her see that, but my muscles and my mind are not working in tandem right now. I feel her warm breath on my shirt, piercing the fabric and warming my chest.
My heart beats even faster.
I tilt my hands back, bringing her body in an upright position as she steadies her feet on the ground.
“There’s no rush,” I say as she moves her foot around trying to seat it back inside her heel but her foot keeps fumbling the shoe from one side to the other. “We’ve got all night.”