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  CEO’S DESIRES

  A Steamy Older Alpha and Younger BBW Romance

  His Curvy Craving Book 1

  Alexa Blue

  Copyright © 2019 Alexa Blue

  All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the publisher, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical reviews and certain other noncommercial uses permitted by copyright law.

  This is a work of fiction. All characters, places, websites, and names are the product of the author’s imagination. Nothing in the text reference any real people, places, or entities. All similarities are purely coincidental.

  Book and Cover design by Alexa Blue

  Editing by Kasi Alexander

  First Edition: 2019

  CONTENTS

  CHAPTER ONE

  CHAPTER TWO

  CHAPTER THREE

  CHAPTER FOUR

  CHAPTER FIVE

  CHAPTER SIX

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  CHAPTER NINE

  CHAPTER TEN

  EPILOGUE

  MORE FROM ALEXA

  AFTERWORD

  Chapter One

  Lana

  Great. I just spilled coffee all over my skirt. It looks like it's going to be one of those days again.

  “Lana.”

  I’m seated in my boss’s office, sitting across from her. I already know why she called me in. Hell, I have worked my ass off to get here, and my boss, Tatiana, has had me working like a slave these past eight years to prove I deserve this position.

  “Lana…”

  This is the only company I have ever worked for. I started fresh out of high school, working for a start-up my Russian boss turned into one of the largest media firms in New York city, eight years later. Now I’m the Director of Operations, but I need to hide the grin forming on my lips when she tells me I’ve been promoted to the vice president of T-House.

  “Lana!”

  I lift my head, still wiping the coffee stain on my skirt with a tissue. “Oh. Sorry. Um, you were looking for me?”

  Do not smile. Look neutral.

  My boss shifts her chair into her desk and leans in closer. “Is everything okay? You seem a little distracted.”

  I shift in my seat and quit wiping the coffee stain on my skirt. “Never been better… Okay, I can’t hold it back any longer. Is this about my promotion to vice president?”

  Tatiana folds her hands on top of each other, resting her chin on her knuckles “Yes, I called you in to discuss the position. After much thought, I have appointed August as acting vice president.”

  Her words hit me like a ton of bricks. What the fuck does she mean August has been appointed as vice president?

  “You…” I shift about uncomfortably in my seat, struggling to find the words to respond to this. I must be hearing things. “You’re kidding, right?”

  “I am serious. I have given this a lot of thought, and my decision is final,” she responds. Her deep Russian accent makes her sound as serious as cancer.

  “I thought we agreed that I would be the vice president? I have worked my ass off and done absolutely everything you have asked of me? Am I…” I rub on my tearing eyes. “Am I missing something?”

  Tatiana sits back in her chair. “You’re not ready. I’ve appointed August as the acting vice president until I’m convinced you’re ready to handle the position. Her position is not permanent, and it is still yours, but you're not ready.”

  God, it feels as if my heart has been pulled out my chest, kicked around like a soccer ball, and stamped on by an entire soccer team. At the age of 26, I have given up my early twenties for this, and now she gives the position to August, of all fucking people!

  “Lana, look. If I were to choose a vice president for my company, you would be the obvious choice—”

  "Then why August?" I snap, struggling to hold my calm. Right now, I’m so pissed that I don’t care about the fact that I’m speaking to my boss.

  “She’s acting vice president until I feel you're ready. Lana, you're great at what you do. I know I can give you any task, and you'd be able to create a success out of it." She tries to hold a calm voice, but right now nothing can stop this fire I feel burning inside me.

  “Exactly!” I say and wave my hands in the air as if questioning how she could even think twice about hiring me.

  “But I cannot ignore the numerous complaints received from clients. I’m going to be honest with you, Lana. You have anger issues, and I blame myself for that. You spend so much time at work, you don’t go out, I don’t even think you have any close friends. Lana, you’re a ticking time bomb.”

  I open my mouth to speak, but she stops me. My boss’s face hardens as if I need to hold on to every word she says next.

  “I have a plan to get you in shape for this position. I need you to go home and pack your stuff. You have a flight to Eastwood this afternoon. You will be working as a secretary under a close friend of mine. I cannot think of anyone better to help teach you patience.”

  “Wha—” I’m stopped again by her lifted hand.

  “This is a three-month assignment. Declan is a strict and controlling man. I know how much you hate being told what to do, and you will probably struggle under his leadership at first, but I want you to learn to bite your tongue. I also want you to start doing things you wouldn’t ordinarily do. Let your hair loose and learn to have fun. You do that, and last three months under Declan, then the job is yours.”

  My mind is racing at a million miles an hour. I don’t even know how to respond to this. Hell, I don’t even know what the fuck to make of all this.

  Tatiana slides a ticket across her desk. “I’ve booked your flight for three this afternoon. If I were you, I would leave work now and get packing.”

  I’m in the crowded subway headed home, trying to read up as much as I can about Eastwood. The only thing Google can tell me about the town is that it’s known for its clean beaches, but it’s a far cry from the hustle and business of New York.

  “Fuck, Tatiana, where are you taking me to?”

  An elderly woman beside me gives me a concerned look as I mutter a series of cuss words under my breath. I couldn't be bothered; I have too much going on in in my life than to be worried about what people think of me.

  I enter my tiny rented apartment in a run-down building in Brooklyn. I can afford a better apartment, but choose to live in this shitty apartment and save my money instead. Knowing I have thousands of dollars saved away for rainy days helps me sleep at night. If there's one thing my childhood taught me, it's to never be without money.

  I pack as many clothing items as I can fit into two suitcases and rush off to the airport for my flight.

  I have a massive fear of flying, so finding out I’ll be in this tiny-ass plane with only one other person is not helping my nerves at all. This thing is so small, it feels as if it would only take a slight breeze to push us off track.

  The last of the afternoon sun shines into the plane when it lands at 4:02 in what must be the world’s tiniest airport. I switch on my iPhone and scan for Tatiana's email with details of my rented apartment for the next three months when a text from an unknown number lights up on my phone.

  Lana. This is your new boss.

  I’m expecting you at my office this afternoon straight after your flight.

  MNP Engineering. Tell the receptionist your name and that you’re here to see me.

  Don’t keep me waiting.

  Declan

/>   What the fuck? Why the hell would he want me in his office at this hour? And who does he think he is telling me ‘not to make him wait,’ at this hour?

  Breathe, Lana. Three months and this shit will be all over.

  “Hi.”

  A loud, chirpy voice catches my attention, and I feel a tap on my shoulder. I turn around and find a beautiful girl, about the same size as me, but with long, blond hair. "You're visiting someone?" she asks. A huge grin is planted on her face. It almost makes me wonder what on earth she has to be so happy about being in this little town.

  “I suppose so,” I tell her. “I’m here for work. Well, good to meet you.” I try walking away from her, but she follows behind me.

  “I get the feeling this is your first time in Eastwood?”

  A loud sigh escapes me. “Yeah. This is not by choice. And I need to rush off to some company called MNP Engineering, wherever the hell that is.”

  The girl grabs one of my suitcases and pulls it along. "I'm Britney. And I know where you need to be. I could give you a lift if you have no way of getting there.”

  “Lana’s the name. Thank you. That’s very kind of you, but I’ll just grab an Uber.”

  Britney practically chokes from laughter. “You definitely haven’t been to Eastwood if you think we have Ubers here.”

  Left with no other option, I catch a lift with the new bubbly stranger I just met. How the hell could Tatiana shove me in this little town with no way of getting around?

  Britney strikes up a conversation as she drives me off to meet my new boss. “You know, Eastwood is not all bad. We have some of the cleanest beaches in the United States.”

  “I believe so.”

  “If you’d like, I can show you around sometime. It can be a bit tough being new in town and not knowing anyone.”

  “Thanks, but I think I need to focus on work,” I say without hesitation. It’s not that I don’t like Britney; she strikes me as a fun girl and would make for a perfect friend. But I'm not looking for any friends, not after what happened with my last best friend.

  "Well, the offer stands," she persists, "so what work are you here for?”

  For the first time, a slight grin creeps up the corners of my mouth. Even the thought of me being some random man’s secretary is hilarious. “I’m probably going to be someone’s corporate slave for the next three months. What do you do?”

  “I’m a model,” Britney says excitedly. “A plus-sized model,” she adds, after taking in my look of confusion. “I just got back from Chicago for a modeling gig. Anyway, we’re here,” she says as she pulls up in a driveway. In front of me is perhaps the most beautiful building in this town, a five-story building with a flashy glass finish on the outside.

  I thank Britney for the ride and make my way into the office.

  “Hi, I’m here to see Declan,” I say to the receptionist.

  “You must be Lana. Right this way. Please, follow me,” she says and leads me to the elevator that takes us up to the fifth floor. At 5:00, the office is still packed with people. Perhaps this won’t be so bad after-all. If there’s one thing I love, it’s seeing dedicated employees typing away furiously at their keyboards and turning a company into something great.

  “Amazing atmosphere,” I say to the receptionist, whose name I still don’t know.

  She just gives me a concerned look in response.

  The elevator sounds, and she steps out. I'm right behind her when I hear it.

  “What the fuck have you done this time, Jackson! Take this shit away and come back when you’ve done some real research. Now get out of my office.”

  A man walks out of the office with a sunken head. He passes us, and the receptionist stands outside the office, holding her hand out to indicate my final stop. It’s the office ‘Jackson’ just got thrown out of.

  “In… in there?” I ask, feeling uneasy already.

  “Yes, ma’am, Mr. Kennedy will meet you now,” she says and walks off, leaving me alone with the devil.

  I walk into the large corner office and almost fall over at the sight of my new boss.

  This is not what I had in mind.

  Chapter Two

  Declan

  "Hi, Dad," I grumble into the telephone receiver.

  "Brian? How are you, son?" My father responds with an eagerness in his voice that almost leaves me feeling sick.

  “No, Dad. It’s Declan.”

  There’s a brief silence, followed by him saying, “Yes?”

  “There’s that warm welcome I was expecting. Are you and Mom okay?”

  My father lets out an exaggerated sigh. “We’re fine, Declan. What is this about? If you need a loan or if you’re locked up in prison, please don’t come asking us for help.”

  “Good to know,” I say and drop the telephone receiver.

  Fuck him.

  “Come in. Have a seat,” I tell the pretty little thing standing at my door. “Ella, you may leave us,” I tell my receptionist, “and please close the door behind you.”

  When Tatiana messaged me, asking me to take in her most prized employee for three months, I was reluctant. I had no interest in babysitting a grown ass woman. But I owed her a favor and agreed to take her under my wing.

  Two years back, Tatiana published an article on how MNP Engineering is the engineering firm to look out for, and how it’s set to become the largest civil engineering firm in the country. Since then, business has been booming.

  But seeing the girl walk through my office, with curves in all the right places, I’m glad I made the decision to let her work under me.

  God, I already have thoughts of me under her, on top of her, all over that sexy body.

  She’s dressed in a black dress that molds around her every curve, like waves of perfection. Around her neck, Lana carries a set of pearls that I imagine grabbing on as I pull her into me and lock those full lips on mine. Her look is finished off with a pair of red heels. I can’t help but wonder if she always looks this good, or this is meant to be a test to see if her new boss can keep his aching hands to himself.

  She finds a seat across the desk from me, and her long, black lashes flutter excitedly. She folds a leg on top of the other, and her skirt crunches up her thighs. The sight has my cock stiffening. Her hazel eyes gaze at me expectantly, as if she’s wondering what the hell she’s doing here.

  I know she’s supposed to be an employee like the rest of the seventy-five staff I have employed, but I instantly feel a rush of protection crash over me. I know she won’t be any ordinary employee.

  This girl stays close to me.

  I called her into my office to make all my expectations clear, especially after Tatiana told me she may be tough to handle. But seeing her in the flesh, I have other thoughts racing through my mind.

  Filthy thoughts no boss should ever have about one of their staff members.

  “Age?” I ask, trying my hardest not to let the words drool out my mouth.

  “Twenty-six,” she responds curtly. She’s ten years younger than me, but I don’t mind. I hate living my life according to what society expects of me. I’ve tried keeping up with their ‘norms’ most of my life, and that’s never worked out.

  I’m a man that always gets what he wants. I’ve worked my ass off to ensure I get my way, and right now, I want my future secretary.

  Whether Lana knows it or not, she’s already mine.

  I take in a deep breath, taking in her sweet scent. She smells incredible.

  If I could just jump over this table and pull her closer into me to really get a whiff of her, perhaps even a taste of her velvety skin.

  Everything about her has me craving more of her, and it’s taken all of five minutes for her to have me hooked. I already know the images that will run through my head before I fall asleep tonight.

  “Lana, you will be my secretary for the next three months.” My voice is sharp and clear. “I'm the boss, and you are to follow every order I give you. Are we clear?”

 
She rolls her eyes at me. “Look, I don't think I'd do well following orders. Why don't you put me in charge around here, and I'll help you turn this company around? I’ll show you what I’m really good at.”

  Oh, I would love to know what you’re really good at.

  “No," I bark. "I want you. I want you in my office, and by my side at all times." I take in a sharp breath. "I want you as my secretary, and I want you across my desk, so I can see you at all times," I say in a tone that suggests my decision is not up for debate.

  Before she can speak, I continue. “I want you in the office every day at eight a.m. sharp. Break this rule, and I’ll be forced to find ways to discipline you,” I add.

  Her eyes enlarge once I stand, and she catches a full view of my large, two-hundred-pound frame. She holds her gaze as I walk around my desk, closing the distance between us with every step I take toward her.

  I can’t control myself any longer. I need to be closer to her. I sit on the desk, inches away from her, and my gaze lowers down to her thick, curvy thighs. She swallows hard and lowers the fabric of her black skirt down her legs, but I stop her. I place my hands on hers, and she pauses, slowly looking up at me with large, desperate eyes.

  God, now I know she feels it. That surge of desire rushing through my veins.

  Lana may feel like she’s trapped in my large office, with me so close to her, but really, I’m the one trapped here. I'm trapped and utterly helpless over the way she makes me feel. The girl has me feeling things I never even knew was possible.

  "Now, are you going to follow my rules, or do you need more convincing?" I ask in a low, growly voice.

  Beads of sweat form at her hairline. “Yes… yes, sir.”

  She gasps as my hand brushes against her velvety flesh. My thick fingers rub against every inch of her skin as I slowly work my way higher up her thighs. Once I reach the silky fabric of her skirt, I pull down on her dress, covering her legs again. Not once do we break eye contact.