A Thigh High Christmas

Fiona Day Santino has had her largest account taken from her by her sexy, overbearing, boss, who won’t listen to reason. She is insulted, hurt and angry.

Max is Fiona’s boss.

What happens when this passionate couple isn’t speaking, yet can’t keep their hands to themselves? Disagreement sex is defiantly in order.

Make-up sex may be a little jealous in: A Thigh-High Christmas.

EXCERPT:

Fiona walked slowly to the front of Maxwell’s desk. Placing both hands on the edge, she leaned forward just enough to make Max’s eyebrows rise at her challenging demeanor. Instead of yelling her head off or becoming belligerent at this blatant power play, she spoke quietly and slowly, her jaw clenched in anger.

“At the risk of sounding insubordinate, Maxwell, you taking an account from me without discussing it with me first, undermining me in front of my department, and then giving me this bullshit excuse of it being for my benefit shows all the signs of weak leadership and a lack of respect.” She knew her quiet reprimand was a slap in the face to her naturally domineering husband, but she wasn’t one to be trifled with regarding her hard-earned reputation. “I suggest you think hard and long before addressing me again unless you want your VP to take her overworked behind back to her former employer, where my work quality was never in doubt.”

With a curt nod, she pivoted on her red-bottomed, patent leather pumps and walked toward his office door. Then, as an afterthought, she glanced over her shoulder and with her full lips curved into a humorless smirk she let the other shoe drop.

“Now that I think of it, Arabella and I will be visiting Nona Santino tonight for some well-deserved granddaughter-and-grandmother time. I suggest you call Bill or Jonas if you desire company this evening. I have a feeling we will be out rather late. Unless, of course, you question my capabilities as Bella’s mother also. Then, by all means, let me know what is in my best interest.”

Max had sincerely thought his plan was sound. More free time, a less stressful workload, and, more importantly, making his queen available for his rather extravagant Christmas surprise. He’d had no idea she would take it as a personal attack on her character. He slammed his hand on his desk and swung around in his office chair so he was facing the Boston skyline. He had two more days until he was supposed to spring his surprise on her, but until then he had to be hush-hush, even if it meant being the focus of her ire for forty-eight hours. When you plan a present for eleven months, it’s worth a few takeout dinners and snide remarks to get to the end game. He was nothing if not a focused individual. He could do this. Her expression would be priceless.