Purr Scent II: The Makeover
| The Mistress Meets Ms. Gypsy Utilizing the aid of a college friend with a not-so-innocent proposition, a grief-stricken Mariah Olsen flees from her old corporate cut-throat humdrum and starts a new life away from the prying eyes of Dominant CEO Clark Mannings. Only, the aimless wanderer ends up meeting Dominatrix CEO Britta Akerman—executive by day, Domme by night. Is trading one life from a Dom for another with a Domme any better? Purr Scent II: The Makeover is a 21,000-word Purr Billionaire M/F/F (MFF or Male-female-female) BDSM Erotic Romance written by Purr Erotica Romance author Jacintha Topaz. This rocky read has whipping, latex cat suits, F/F action (kissing and more). The male lead will meet the females, and girl-on-girl action heats up for the female leads in Part III: The Mistress. The book contains mature content that is only suitable for 18 and over. |
Exclusive Excerpt -- Meet Britt the Domme
Britt glanced at the time on her computer screen. Five fifty-five. Only five more minutes until she'd call it quits. She already stayed nearly an hour past her clock-off time. Manhattan was too much fun for a young lady like her to be in the office past six o'clock.
She regarded the spreadsheet before her and checked the calculations again. Everything matched, every cent.
Still 5:55. What a long minute. She wasn't into numbers, numerology or some other hocus-pocus like that, but she couldn't help noticing three fives in a row. Numbers—what a cosmic joke to be working in the finance department. Well, she did like practical stuff, so yeah, in a way, this job was a good thing. However, finance was tedious and time-consuming. If Zack—correction, Mr. Humboldt—hadn't given her a shitload of work to do before tomorrow's meeting, she would have been home by now.
Actually, she could have been home by now. After all, she was the daughter of Nikolaus Akerman, founder and CEO of Akerman Enterprises, and Mr. Humboldt was only one of the CFOs in the company. She didn't need to stay, but she had also refused preferential treatment after graduating Cornell with her MBA two years ago. No one could say that she had the silver platter offered to her. She had worked her butt off from a lowly entry admin position in sales to be where she was today—in the executive offices.
She sighed and checked some more numbers before saving her work. A slight movement caught the corner of her eye. Shifting her gaze beyond the monitor, she noticed Mr. Humboldt himself. His salt-and-pepper hair framed shrewd dark gray eyes. Although his black pin-striped suit seemed harmlessly sterile, something in his demeanor prompted her to be on guard.
She faked not seeing him but decided she had enough for today—a couple minutes shy of six o'clock be damned. Switching off her computer, she bent low to open the drawer for her belongings. As she stuffed her phone in her purse and straightened in her seat, Mr. Humboldt had advanced to her desk.
She didn't need to feign shock at the invasion of personal space. He was too close for comfort. Recovering quickly, she forced a polite smile and said, as she stood up to leave, “Have a good evening, Mr. Humboldt.”
“Ms. Akerman.” He nodded to acknowledge her greeting, a thin smile failing to reach his eyes. “Are the documents ready for the meeting tomorrow?”
“Yes, they are,” she said, trying not to breathe the overwhelming cologne. It smelled awful, especially on a guy at least twice the age of the targeted market. Apparently, he felt immune to the company's scent-free environment policy. “I double-checked everything, Mr. Humboldt.”
“Will you print them out?” he asked, his voice low. “I'd like to check over dinner.”
She stifled a groan. Really? Did he expect her to turn on her computer again when he had access to the very same documents on his? “The documents are on the server, Mr. Humboldt.”
“Yes, I understand. My computer froze, and I need your help.” His jaw tightened, eyes darker and nostrils partially flared.
Damn. Was he turned on by this weak ploy of his to get her to stay that much longer? That power-tripping son of a bitch. He was in no way sincere.
She regarded the spreadsheet before her and checked the calculations again. Everything matched, every cent.
Still 5:55. What a long minute. She wasn't into numbers, numerology or some other hocus-pocus like that, but she couldn't help noticing three fives in a row. Numbers—what a cosmic joke to be working in the finance department. Well, she did like practical stuff, so yeah, in a way, this job was a good thing. However, finance was tedious and time-consuming. If Zack—correction, Mr. Humboldt—hadn't given her a shitload of work to do before tomorrow's meeting, she would have been home by now.
Actually, she could have been home by now. After all, she was the daughter of Nikolaus Akerman, founder and CEO of Akerman Enterprises, and Mr. Humboldt was only one of the CFOs in the company. She didn't need to stay, but she had also refused preferential treatment after graduating Cornell with her MBA two years ago. No one could say that she had the silver platter offered to her. She had worked her butt off from a lowly entry admin position in sales to be where she was today—in the executive offices.
She sighed and checked some more numbers before saving her work. A slight movement caught the corner of her eye. Shifting her gaze beyond the monitor, she noticed Mr. Humboldt himself. His salt-and-pepper hair framed shrewd dark gray eyes. Although his black pin-striped suit seemed harmlessly sterile, something in his demeanor prompted her to be on guard.
She faked not seeing him but decided she had enough for today—a couple minutes shy of six o'clock be damned. Switching off her computer, she bent low to open the drawer for her belongings. As she stuffed her phone in her purse and straightened in her seat, Mr. Humboldt had advanced to her desk.
She didn't need to feign shock at the invasion of personal space. He was too close for comfort. Recovering quickly, she forced a polite smile and said, as she stood up to leave, “Have a good evening, Mr. Humboldt.”
“Ms. Akerman.” He nodded to acknowledge her greeting, a thin smile failing to reach his eyes. “Are the documents ready for the meeting tomorrow?”
“Yes, they are,” she said, trying not to breathe the overwhelming cologne. It smelled awful, especially on a guy at least twice the age of the targeted market. Apparently, he felt immune to the company's scent-free environment policy. “I double-checked everything, Mr. Humboldt.”
“Will you print them out?” he asked, his voice low. “I'd like to check over dinner.”
She stifled a groan. Really? Did he expect her to turn on her computer again when he had access to the very same documents on his? “The documents are on the server, Mr. Humboldt.”
“Yes, I understand. My computer froze, and I need your help.” His jaw tightened, eyes darker and nostrils partially flared.
Damn. Was he turned on by this weak ploy of his to get her to stay that much longer? That power-tripping son of a bitch. He was in no way sincere.
Purr Scent II: The Makeover is Available Now
Part of a five-part serial, Purr Scent III: The Mistress will be published in August 2014. Stay tuned!
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