Leather and Lace (Virgin Diaries, #2) ~ Page 1

Read Online Books/Novels:Leather and Lace (The Virgin Diaries, #2)Author/Writer of Book/Novel:Lauren LandishLanguage:EnglishBook Information:

Dear Diary,

I"m a whore.

Okay, that"s definitely not true. But it might as well be, because that"s what everyone thinks of me. I"ll admit I"ve earned that reputation with the biggest con job since Enron.

The reality is . . . I"m a virgin.

Long ago, I decided to save myself for The One. He"s out there somewhere, that special man worthy of getting between my legs and someday I"ll find him.

But what do I do when my new boss decides he"s the one deserving of that honor"

Liam Blackstone is the sexiest man I"ve ever seen, powerful and charming, and willing to take me under his wing professionally.

But his cocky assurance that I"ll want to get underneath him as well has heat filling my body, my dreams filled of mergers and acquisitions that have nothing to do with business.

But if I give in . . . will I become what people have always thought of me"Books in Series:The Virgin Diaries Series by Lauren LandishBooks by Author:Lauren Landish Books

Prologue

Arianna

Dear Diary,

I"m a whore.

Okay, that"s definitely not true. But it might as well be, because that"s what everyone thinks of me. I"ll admit I"ve earned that reputation with the biggest con job since Enron.

But it"s not all bad. I"ve gone to all the best frat parties, flirted, teased, and had fun grinding on the dance floor like every college girl should. So everyone just assumes the rumors are true, and I don"t say shit to dissuade their thinking.

Reality, of course, is very different. My biggest secret, the one that no one knows, not even my best friend, is that it"s all fake.

I"m not a whore. I"m a virgin.

It"s a front I chose a long time ago, refusing to play the victim to some stupid high school boy"s bragging and society"s judgement. As if Mother Nature"s gifts of tits and ass were something I should be ashamed of, blamed for. But as I played along as the casual hookup-prone vixen, I realized sex meant more to me. That"s when I decided to save myself for The One. He"s out there somewhere, that special man worthy of getting between my legs.

Not that I have time for that right now when all my time and attention are focused on one thing"my career. Well, finishing school and actually having a career, that is. After watching my parents struggle and how they drank their way through most of the meager college fund they"d set aside for me, I want more . . . more than the dead-end, soul-sucking jobs that barely paid enough to make ends meet that my parents had.

I"d hoped my summer internship at Morgan Inc. would be the first step toward that glossy, corner-office future I dream of, especially since it"s my first-choice company to work for after graduation. But my hopes of hands-on experience and seeing behind the curtain were quickly dashed, and I"ve spent the last few months answering the phones and greeting people. I"m willing to work and happy to pay my dues, but my desire for more bubbles beneath the surface every day, pushing me for more, more, more.

And with two weeks left before the end of my internship, I hope I"ve done enough for them to hire me during the school year. Maybe with fewer interns on staff, I can get that shot at the brass ring and really learn the things I need for my future.

And once I get there . . . then I"ll worry about finding Mr. Right.

Chapter 1

Arianna

"Arianna" Arianna!"

I start, sitting up and shaking myself loose from my daydream of me as the boss of a big company, the reality of the plastic chair I"m sitting in mentally replaced by a leather chair in a corner office as I negotiate contracts with other big-wigs.

Checking the clock, I see I"ve still got a few minutes left on my coffee break. I look up to see Dora Maples standing in the doorway of the small breakroom. It"s not fancy"we"re first-floor, not the executive level, after all"but the coffee is decent and the vending machine has my favorite afternoon pick-me-up candy bar.

"Yes, ma"am! What do you need, Ms. Maples""

Dora sets a large manila envelope on the table, sliding it over to me. "I need you to run this upstairs."

"Of course," I quickly reply. Being a delivery girl isn"t usually part of my job description, but I"ll take anything that gets me facetime with someone upstairs.

"It"s the Iriguchi property papers, with the seal from the county office. Mr. Blackstone needs it on his desk by one," Dora says, squinting and scowling at me as if uncertain I"m capable of a simple delivery. "Run up there and hand it directly to his assistant, Jacob Wilkes. Understood""

"Consider it done," I reply, picking up the thick envelope and polishing off the last of my morning tea. "I"ll do it now."

Honestly, it"s probably a blessing she put this errand on me. Jacob Wilkes, Mr. Blackstone"s executive assistant, is in charge of the intern program, so I want to stay in his good graces. Even if it"s just saying hello and reminding him that I exist, every little bit helps!

The elevator ride feels like an eternity, but I take the time to fluff my hair and smooth my skirt, wanting to look my best for the executive floor and Mr. Wilkes. I knock on Mr. Blackstone"s door, but there"s no response. After a moment, I gently ease the door open to . . . what the fuck"

It"s utter and complete chaos in here. The last and only time I was on the top floor, everything was neat, and while there was a hum of activity, it was organized. This . . . is a loud, crowded clusterfuck of madness, all contained in the vast openness of Mr. Wilkes and Mr. Blackstone"s large corner wing.

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