Entry Level is now available from Changeling Press.
When Genevieve "Gen" Taillefer is recruited to spy on Emmanuel Godard, the head of EM Power, she thinks she is ready for anything. Even if it means posing as an entry level employee to infiltrate the company. Then she lays eyes on Emmanuel himself -- arrogant, unpredictable and sexy as hell -- and things are about to get interesting for everyone involved.
And there's an X-rated excerpt under the cut for ya. :))
I punched in seventeen and waited. The elevator shot up so quickly and smoothly that for a moment my ears felt weird. Then it stopped, and for a second nothing happened. Then the door slid open. The glowing red number above the door said twelve.
I lowered my gaze to the open door and nearly jumped. In the doorway stood a gorgeous six-foot-four sex god. He was dressed in an impeccable black suit with a stark white shirt underneath -- no tie, top buttons casually undone -- the color highlighting his sun-kissed skin, amber eyes and glossy chestnut hair, cropped very short but retaining some of its natural curl. The sex god saw me, raised his well-shaped eyebrows and flashed a disarming white smile. “Do you mind if I keep you company?”
There was a note of laughter in his voice. I just nodded, feeling like a moron. The sex god stepped into the elevator, and then under my astonished gaze took out a key and unlocked level eighteen. My eyes widened. I looked him over, from his outrageously expensive shoes to fine facial traits I had seen before -- traits I couldn’t have confused with anyone had I not been thinking with my other brain. I was in the elevator with Emmanuel Godard himself.
Before I could go into panic mode, he turned to me and spoke. “Are you new here?”
I nodded, and he chuckled.
“Yeah, I can tell. I don’t like to share the elevator. You should know that if you’re going to be working here.” Now I broke out in cold sweat for real. I hadn’t been here for a full day yet and was already fucking up. “What’s your name?”
“Taillefer.” My voice came out as a pitiful squeak. “Genevieve Taillefer.”
“Genevieve. Lovely name.”
He was laughing at me, I was certain. I could practically feel him looking me up and down, lingering on certain parts of my anatomy a little longer. Suddenly I was very, very hot between my thighs. Inwardly I snapped at myself. Now’s not a good time, Gen.
“And which department do you work in, Genevieve?”
I had to clear my throat. “Entry level,” I choked out. “Administrative Service Assistant.”
He laughed softly. I noticed in spite of myself that he had a very sexy laugh. “Oh. The Hole. I see. It’s a shame someone like you is wasted on such an unrewarding position.”
I was going to say my line -- I was just looking for a coffee machine and got lost, please excuse me, sir, don’t fire my ass and all that. But I opened my mouth and this was what came out: “If you have something better, please let me know.”
He grinned. He really had a gorgeous smile. “I just might do that.”
Suddenly the elevator came to a halt. It didn’t soundlessly stop like it had earlier -- it jerked and halted abruptly with a screech. My heart nearly jumped out of my chest. I heard Godard mutter something under his breath. “What is it?” I mumbled. Suddenly the elevator cabin was starting to feel very claustrophobic.
“It’s stuck,” he said. “Fuck. I thought they were supposed to have fixed it after last time.” I observed him out of the corner of my eye as he took out his mini-screen and punched something in. He noticed me looking and smiled reassuringly. “Don’t worry. The maintenance guys will be here to bust us out in no time.”
“So,” he began casually. I could feel his eyes burning into me again. “You said you work in the Hole. What are you doing on the upper floors?”
My face flushed hot. I hoped it was just the lack of oxygen. In fact I kind of wished oxygen would run out right this second and we’d both suffocate. “I, uh… I’m sorry. It’s my first day. I was just looking for the coffee machine and didn’t find one on my floor --” I cut myself off mid-sentence when I saw him shaking his head.
“You see, Genevieve, I really wish I could believe you.” I began to hyperventilate. “But something tells me that’s not all.”
My mind raced, desperate for a plausible excuse. He crossed the distance between us in one step and had me up against the smooth steel wall in a second. Before I knew it, his hands were around my waist. The scent of his cologne -- subtle, obviously expensive, and with just a hint of his own scent underneath -- filled my nostrils. “I wouldn’t expect someone like you to work in the Hole,” he purred in my ear. “You obviously must have some kind of higher aspirations.”
And if I had been a regular employee, you would have one hell of a sexual harassment lawsuit on your hands by now. But I wasn’t a regular employee. There was a very good reason I was there. And if my instincts were correct, this right here was an opportunity. And the fact that the opportunity was sexy as hell didn’t hurt either. I slipped my hand down and traced the line of his zipper. “Well, what do you know, Mr. Godard.”
“Please.” He grinned broadly. “Emmanuel.”
“Emmanuel.” I pressed my hand over the bulge in his pants. Holy shit, the man was equipped and fully hard, which was obvious under the thin fabric of his pants. The look on my face must have given me away in the millisecond it took me to get it back under control.
He chuckled softly in my ear. “Looks like we both have surprises up our sleeve, right, Genevieve?”
“Please,” I panted. “Call me Gen.”
I gasped in shock when his hand found its way to my inner thigh, caressing the bare skin -- I did not for a second regret getting rid of the pantyhose -- and then moved up to my panties. I shuddered and felt my nipples harden under my immaculate blouse and suit. His other hand caressed the back of my neck, exposed by my updo. Then out of nowhere he yanked my head to the side and his hot, moist lips found my neck.
My knees quivered treacherously. I felt my pussy flush hot, and knew I must have been soaking through my panties, which did not escape his notice. He sucked gently on the delicate skin right behind my ear, and then I felt the graze of teeth and my vision went white. He bit down, hard enough for the pain to echo down my spine, but all it did was make the pleasure spike even more intensely when his fingers pushed aside my panties and rubbed my clit in slow circles.
When his mouth left my neck, I almost groaned with frustration. I forced my heavy eyelids open and found myself gazing into his honey-colored eyes fringed with luscious black eyelashes. “So, Gen. You think you deserve a better opportunity in this company?”
Oh, whatever, I can scrub toilets for all I care, just don’t stop doing what you’re doing. But I nodded feebly. “Yes.”
“Ask me nicely.”
He slipped his fingers inside me, and the slow burn of the growing orgasm spiked, taking my breath away. “Do you want it?”
“Yes! I want it. Please.”
He curled his fingers inside my pussy, hitting my G-spot. He moved them once, twice, three times, and I came hard, shuddering against him, my body going limp. I cried out as I came, not caring who might hear. I heard his soft laugh as I tried desperately to catch my breath, shaken by the aftershocks.
“All right. I’ll give you the opportunity. But it won’t be easy.”
His hand slipped out of my pussy, leaving a wet trail of my juice down my thigh. Gently, he tugged my skirt back into place, and steadied me on my feet.
Just then, the doors pinged and slid open. We found ourselves facing a crew of mechanics who seemed totally unfazed by the sight, even though it would have been obvious to a five-year-old what we had been up to in there.
He acknowledged them with a courteous nod as he stepped out of the elevator. “I will contact you soon… Miss Taillefer. Gen.”
The doors slid closed.