Title: Miss Typed
Series: Miss #2
Author: Aubrey Bondurant
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: April 3, 2020
Aiden Samuels is the most mysterious and sexy man Iâve ever met â and heâs my new boss.
Heâs given me a second chance and now itâs up to me not to blow it. No matter how much I may want to trust him with my secrets, I canât afford to let him in.
He canât discover the truth.
No matter what the cost.
Chloe Mattson is the most disarming and intriguing woman Iâve ever met â and sheâs my new assistant.
Sheâs brought light into my dark life, but sheâs much too innocent for me. I need discipline and control to keep her at arms-length, but I canât resist helping her, even when she insists she doesnât need it. No matter how much I desire her, Chloe is off-limits.
Growing closer may prove complicated.
Staying away may prove impossible.
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Aiden sat behind his massive desk and glanced at what appeared to be a copy of my resumÃ©. âHow long have you worked for Delmont Security?â
Jumping straight into the interview. Okay. I could do this. I smoothed back my blond hair while reminding myself not to play with it. âAbout eight months.â
âYouâve been working with Tom Wilde the entire time?â
I tried not to cringe at the name of my former boss. It had only been two hours since heâd fired me, and I was still reeling from the incident.
âYes. Iâve been working for Tom since I started here.â And whatever you do, please do not ask why we parted ways.
âWhat made you leave the position?â
Crap. âIt was a mutual decision based on incompatibility.â I hoped my words sounded professional yet vague enough they werenât a lie.
He studied me like he was a human lie detector. Was the temperature getting hotter in the room?
I squirmed under his heavy scrutiny.
âReid, the interim HR Director, indicated there may have been a specific incident. One Iâd rather hear about from you than from Tom.â
Double crap. I inhaled, realizing I had no choice but to come clean. âYes, I suppose Iâd rather you hear it from me, too.â
He waited, his amazing blue eyes focused on mine, making it clear he wouldnât settle for less than the truth.
I took a deep breath, hoping to steady myself, not exactly proud of what I had to say. âI may have, uh, called Tom a pussy.â
Both Aidenâs brows shot up with surprise. âCome again?â
I forced air into my lungs and upped the volume in my shaking voice. It was taking everything I had to keep my composure. âI said, I may have called Tom a pussy.â
For a moment Aiden didnât speak. Then, looking as though he was trying to cover his shock, he cleared his throat. âMay have?â
Pretty sure I was off the reservation as far as bad interviews went. âDid. I did call him a pussy.â
âAnd he overheard you?â
âNot exactly.â I crossed my legs and then uncrossed them.
Aiden stood up and walked with a slight limp to face the window. I couldâve sworn his lips twitched, but his lack of eye contact wasnât a good sign. Calling my former boss a pussy didnât exactly scream good assistant material to the potential new one.
âThere are a lot of maybes and not exactlys, Chloe. Iâm partial to the facts if you donât mind.â
Right. Best to get the entire thing out. It would make for a great drunken story someday: how Iâd called my boss a pussy, lost my job and my work visa for the UAE, and caused my family to become homeless.
Now wouldâve been a good time to lie or at least stretch the truth. I did neither. âI was upset with Tom and using instant messenger to write about Tom when I accidentally mistyped who the message was meant for. So I sent a message which said TOM IS A PUSSY to Tom.â
Still not facing me, Aiden coughed into his hand. Finally, he pivoted toward me. âWho was the message intended for?â
âA colleague.â I wouldnât name Teagan in this mess. Reid had guessed she was the intended recipient since she was both my roommate and best friend, but I didnât need to out her to Aiden.
âWhat did Tom say about this message?â
âHe simply came out of his office and asked, âIs this how you talk about me behind my back?ââ Heâd been red faced and had sputtered his words with a piece of spinach wedged between his teeth. It wasnât a scene I wished to relive.
The devil on my shoulder had been tempted to give Tom a piece of my mind for what heâd done to warrant my name calling. But as was often the case, I hadnât given into the temptation and stood up for myself. Guess Tom wasnât the only pussy.
âI didnât really respond.â Iâd been in shock that Iâd accidentally typed the message to him instead of to my roommate.
âWhy did you call him a puâthe name you called him?â
In any other situation, I wouldâve giggled at Aidenâs word flinch. I could guarantee nobody called the man in front of me a pussy. He presented sheer confidence. âI believed Tom had earned the name in this situation.â
âDid you apologize?â Aiden resumed the seat behind his desk.
Huh. Recalling the moment, I realized, nope. I sure hadnât. Which was unlike me since I was Canadian, and apologies were in our DNA. âI donât believe I had the chance. I was fired on the spot.â
âWhat did Tom do to warrant the name?â
Although I loathed my ex-boss and everything the man stood for, I wasnât about to out his extramarital affair or the fact heâd thrown me under the bus to his wife. It wasnât professional, and I wasnât a gossip. Iâd related the whole story to Reid because, as HR director, he had to keep the matter confidential. But telling Aiden seemed improper. âIâd rather not say as itâs of a delicate nature. Since youâre his colleague, Iâm not sure it would be right for you to know the details.â
Aiden steepled his fingers. âI see.â
Triple crap. Time to plead my case. âIâm not proud of what happened, Mr. Samuels. Iâm aware it was highly unprofessional and I wouldnât take this second chance lightly if it was given to me. I work hard, Iâm easy to get along with, and above anything, I hope my confession has showed I never lie even though this is an interview, and I know my words havenât exactly painted me in the best light.â
âYouâre loyal to the man who fired you?â
I wasnât sure if it was a question or a statement, so I simply said, âYes. Unfortunately, it would appear so.â I wondered if I shouldâve spilled the dirt instead of sealing my fate with loyalty to someone who didnât deserve it.
Aiden deliberated my answer while sitting back in his chair, his gaze never leaving mine. Damn, his intensity made me edgy.
âI admire your loyalty, especially given the circumstances. I also believe in second chances.â
I wanted to let out a breath of relief but sensed he wasnât done.
âBut for us to work together, I have a few rules.â
My mind was already busy coming up with a mental list of naughty rules I wished heâd give me. I certainly hadnât ever felt this way about Tom, with his stupid JC Penney-catalog-model haircut, inability to chew with his mouth closed, and condescending tone.
But the last thing I needed was to lust over my new boss. âOkay. What are they?â
âNumber one is honesty at all times. If you think Iâm being a pussy, you tell me to my face.â
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Aubrey Bondurant is a working mom who loves to write, read and travel.
She describes her writing style as: "Adult Contemporary Erotic Romantic Comedy," which is just another way of saying she likes her characters funny, her bedroom scenes hot, and her romances with a happy ending.
When Aubrey isn't working her day job, or spending time with her family, she's on her laptop typing away on her next story. She only wishes there were more hours of the day!
She's a former member of the US Marine Corps and passionate about veteran charities and giving back to the community. She loves a big drooly dog, a fantastic margarita, and football.
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