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  Assisting Her Boss

  The Sister Switch Series

  C.M. Steele

  Contents

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  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Epilogue

  Twenty Years Later

  About the Author

  Needing to pass her Math class after years of attempts, Alexa coaxes her sister into taking the exam for her. All she has to do is fill in as the assistant for Alyssa’s jerk boss. It should be easy since they’re twins, but Alexa’s nothing like her sister in personality. The second they meet their attraction is hard to ignore. Alexa knows that she can’t keep the secret for long because Mr. King does something to her mind and body that no one else has.

  Can she fool Mr. King into believing she’s Alyssa, or will he catch on to their little ruse?

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  Chapter 1

  Alexa

  Staring in the mirror, I notice dark circles have formed under my eyes. This is going to be a bad day. How am I supposed to be my sister when I wake up looking like shit? I tossed and turned all night, thinking about how stupid this plan is—my plan.

  I wash my face and brush my teeth as a part of my routine, and I feel better. Now I need a gallon of coffee to get me through the day. Alyssa laid out an outfit for me that’s a simple white top and grey skirt with a matching blazer. Posing, I practice my lines. “Good morning, Mr. King. Here’s your coffee, Mr. King. Have a safe trip, Mr. King.” Smiling as I successfully pull off my sister’s sweet and shy look.

  If only her asshole boss had already left on his business trip, this would be easy, but he’s going to be there, and I’m not sure I can handle this. I have no idea how to be a personal assistant, but I can’t mess this up for Alyssa.

  I fix my hair like my sister, putting it up in a tight, perfectly-neat middle of my head ponytail. Then I apply my makeup lightly, smearing our favorite pink glossy lip stain on my lips, and then admire my handiwork.

  Luckily, both of us are the same size, so her work clothes fit me even if I’m not comfortable in them, which I’m totally not. Pacing across my bedroom floor in her heels, I look like a baby giraffe learning to walk. Doesn’t she have shorter heels? I hope Mr. King isn’t the type to walk fast, making me trail after him because I’ll be really trailing far behind.

  Slipping them off, I carry them as I quietly move to the kitchen for some coffee. As it brews, I laugh softly, staring out at our small two-bedroom apartment. It’s a nice place for us because we get along so well, but I’ve got to be quiet since Alyssa’s still asleep. Once my coffee’s made, I take a drink and sigh.

  I spend the next twenty minutes walking in her heels to shake the baby colt look. I’m a sneaker kind of girl, but she wears killer heels that look sexy but feel like total hell.

  For a woman who has no interest in men, she sure takes a lot of care in her look. I know she does it for herself, but shit, there are a bunch of ways to shine without suffering. Flats are cute as well. Unless Captain Asshole mandates heels as a part of the professional attire. I’m not sure I’d put it past him. From her emails and texts, he’s short with her and too demanding.

  By the time I step out into the living room, I gain a little confidence because I don’t fall flat on my face. “I can do this,” I say with a little extra faith.

  I might have spoken too soon. My next step sends me flailing as I fall to the floor. Fortunately, I miss the coffee table and avoid clipping my face.

  Alyssa’s still asleep since she doesn’t leave for another two hours. I hope my tumble didn’t wake her. If she sees I’m not qualified, she might back out on me.

  My future depends on Alyssa taking my math final. A subject I hate along with the Stuffed Shirt, Professor Strong. I roll my eyes at his name. His body fits his name, and all the girls notice. I hate math so much that I can’t find him attractive if I tried.

  Thankfully, my sister doesn’t stir, so I grab my notes and everything I need, including her car keys, then take my coffee to go. Checking my watch, which I haven’t used in forever, I see I have an hour before I’m due in. That gives me plenty of time to review Alyssa’s tips on managing Captain Asshole.

  Once I pull into the large parking garage and into a spot close to the door, I turn off the engine and take out my notes. It’s studying time, something I truly despise. Hell, it’s why I’m in this mess in the first place. My lovely sister is doing me a huge favor, taking my math final for me.

  Reading the two pages over and over and sipping my coffee, I learn what my sister does for a living. She works hard as hell for this prick. He needs another assistant instead of using my sister to the bone.

  I finish my coffee and decide it’s time to go in. I’m beyond annoyed with this guy before I’ve even met him. I brush down my skirt, adjust my top, and slip on the suit jacket. God, I feel confined in it. I stretch out my back, hoping to loosen up the fabric.

  Remember, it’s only one day. One day and I can go back to my life and never wear anything like this again.

  I walk through the building and into the lobby. “Good Morning, Ms. Mathers. You better hurry. Mr. King has already arrived,” the desk guard says.

  “Shit.” She always arrives before he does. Of all the days, he comes early. I dash to the elevators as quick as I can in these heels, falling against the wall the second I turn the corner and out of sight of the front desk. Using the wall like a drunk, I lean all the way to the elevator. I’m so glad no one else is around to catch me looking crazy.

  None of the elevators are on the first floor, and it seems to take forever for them to come. As the ding of the elevator hits, three men walk up in suits. I do my best not to roll my eyes, thinking how much of a lazy person I am. Maybe I’m the one who’s too laid back. All of these men look nice and seem happy to be here.

  “Good morning, Ms. Mathers,” they say in unison, stepping in alongside me.

  “Morning,” I grumble. Shit, my sister would be sweet and bubbly.

  “Are you well?” one of them asks me. I look up at him and think he’s handsome for a nerd. Maybe my sister would like him.

  “Yes, I am.” They reach around me and hit the buttons to their floor
, hitting the top floor for me. “Sorry, I guess I’m a little preoccupied this morning.”

  I don’t want to make small talk with any of them because I know absolutely nothing about these people. My sister will kill me if I mess this up for her.

  One by one, they get off on different floors, each giving me a wave goodbye. When I finally get to the executive suite, I sigh heavily and step out into the hallway. It’s just the boss and me up here, making it more intimidating. The glass doors appear so daunting that I’m not sure I can do this. Taking a deep breath, I pull open the door and stare right at Alyssa’s boss.

  This can’t be Oliver King. Shit. He’s fine as hell.

  I freeze because my brain stops functioning completely. Alyssa’s boss stands six foot two or taller, broad chest, wide shoulders, and lips that promise wicked things. How the hell did she forget to tell me he’s fucking gorgeous? Our eyes meet, and for some reason, I think he’s onto me. A frown forms on his face, and I know I must be doing something wrong already.

  Chapter 2

  Oliver

  I show up at the office late because there was an accident on the expressway, which pisses me off. After all, I’m already scheduled to fly out to London at two today, leaving little time to get some work in. Fortunately, I can depend on my assistant to be in the office, preparing all the last minute details.

  I step off the elevator and grab the handle of the see-through glass doors and pull, nearly breaking the glass. They’re still locked. “What the fuck?” I snarl.

  Today’s going to shit from the start. I bring out my keys and slide it into the lock and twist. As soon as I get in, I flip the lights on and look over to my assistant’s desk. She’s not here yet. Maybe she got caught in the accident as well.

  The elevator dings a moment later, and I watch her get off and walk to the door. She reaches for it, and my heart slams out of my chest.

  That’s not my assistant.

  She looks a lot like her; in fact, to the untrained eye, they are completely identical, but I could see the slight difference in her walk and in her mouth. Most of all, I can tell that she’s mine.

  That’s all I’ve ever noticed about Ms. Mathers. Those features are related to the job. After all, she spent the morning running through my schedule and going over changes. I’ve learned never to give any of my former assistants any attention early on. They came onto me, and I’d have to fire them. I’ve only wanted them to do their jobs, nothing more. Alyssa Mathers never gave me that uncomfortable feeling. She has always been the picture of professionalism.

  This is Alexa Mathers, my assistant’s twin sister. Alyssa mentioned her in passing as her emergency contact, but I never thought twice about her. Had I known what Alexa would make me feel—Alyssa would have had an emergency. Even if it was work-related.

  Alexa pushes through the door and freezes, telling me all I need to know. We’ve never met, and I’m guessing she never cared to look me up. Her eyes scream interest in me, and it shocks her the same way it does me.

  Trying to gain control before I pin her to the nearest wall, I bark out my frustration to create some distance. “Ms. Mathers, you’re late.”

  “Actually, I don’t start for another ten minutes.” She looks at her watch, which is obviously broken. Her sister would never dare to speak that way to me or even be late in the first place. I hold back the smile on my face. She’s going to be learning very quickly that she shouldn’t push me.

  “Get in and get started. I have a flight to catch.” She attempts to walk to her desk, but like a brand new foal, she can’t gain her footing. She’s going to hurt herself, and that pisses me off. “You shouldn’t wear heels that are too tall for you, Ms. Mathers.”

  She wants to say something, but she bites her tongue like a good girl. Hell, I’d wish she’d be a bad girl so I can spank her ass. I’m not sure where the thought comes from, but the sick bastard in me has suddenly bubbled to the surface. Seeing her ass pink from my hand would be hot as hell.

  I should help her, but I know that if I touch her, it’ll be to flip her over and carry her off to my office and fuck her on my desk before I leave. Leaving doesn’t sound good to me anymore. I have a much better idea—taking her on my business trip to be alone with me in a hotel room.

  Needing to get my blood cooled, I walk into my office and take off my suit jacket and swing it around the back of my chair. Without it on, my cock is obscenely visible through my thin black slacks. I give it a squeeze, hoping to calm it down, but all I’m considering is finding a way to get her naked.

  Suddenly, I feel overheated, and I know it has nothing to do with the thermostat and everything to do with Ms. Alexa Mathers. I roll my sleeves to the middle of my forearms and loosen my tie. I barely get my laptop up and running when I jump out of my chair and find a reason to see her.

  Stepping out of my office, I watch Alexa smile at her phone, instantly making me jealous. Does she have a boyfriend who is wishing her good morning? I lose my shit and step into her path. I itch to steal her phone, but I don’t. Instead, I give her more shit, so she’ll snap and tell me the truth.

  “Once you get yourself together, I’d like my coffee and the reports from Franklin. What I mean is I expect it in my office in ten minutes or less. Do you understand, Ms. Mathers?”

  “Yes, sir.” She salutes me and then walks to the kitchen, forgetting her shoes under her desk. I don’t say anything because I’d rather her be safe. It’s not like there’s more than just the two of us up here. That’s when I notice she’s taken her phone with her. She texts as she walks, driving me nuts.

  She comes back, rushing with a blush on her face as she slips her feet into those dangerous contraptions.

  “Shouldn’t you be working? Don’t you have to leave early to catch your flight?” Damn, she’s asking for it.

  “I should ask you the same thing. You don’t need your phone to do your job.” I notice the case is a hot pink one. I’ve never seen Alyssa with anything other than a black cover on her phone. “New case?”

  “Yes. I cracked the last one. This was all the store had.” Little liar. That case looks like it’s been dropped a lot.

  I’m really going to enjoy spanking her ass. “Speaking of the trip, did you bring your passport?”

  “I don’t think so. I mean, why would I need it?” There’s instant panic on her face.

  “Ms. Mathers, it’s what I told you to have prepared in case I need you to go with me on a trip. Now, do you have it?” She opens up her purse and doesn’t find it.

  It’s cool because I know exactly where it is—in my safe. Ms. Mathers obtained it at my request. Although until today, I never felt it necessary to take my assistant. I could manage everything myself or call her, so I promised to hold onto it for her where it could be protected. Ms. Mathers should know that, but the little imposter doesn’t.

  I’d love to take her somewhere romantic or fuck anywhere. Paris is considered a city of love, so I think that’s a great idea. Having enough fun torturing her, I say, “I have it stored for you. Now please go get my coffee while I decide if I’ll need you for my trip to Paris.”

  “Wait. I can’t go to Paris.” She shakes her head.

  “You have a passport. You can go where I tell you, or you can quit right now.” Please don’t quit. Something in my gut tells me she won’t because it’ll be bad for Alyssa.

  “I’m not packed to go anywhere, and my apartment’s a mess. I can’t be ready to fly on such short notice.”

  “Nonsense. You can get a new wardrobe when we land. It’s Paris, after all.”

  “You are being a stubborn prick,” she hisses out, standing up and glaring at me.

  “What did you just say to me?” I step around the desk and into her space. Unable to stand in those heels, she flops back down on her ass. I lean in, gripping the armrests. “You’re skating on very thin ice, Ms. Mathers. Stop giving me shit, or you’ll be fired. Understood?”

  She nods, but that doesn’t work for me
. I want to hear it come from those lying, fiery lips. I’d never been so fucking turned on in my life. If I moved any closer, she’d feel how sexy I found her defiance. Usually, I don’t accept insolence from anyone, and all of my staff knows the consequences.

  “When I speak to you, you answer, Ms. Mathers. Understood?”

  “Yes, Mr. King.” Fuck, I’m getting more turned by the way she tries to hold back her retort, but it’s not in her nature. If I were anyone else, she probably would have smacked me by now. She doesn’t want to cost her sister her job, and I’m going to use it to my advantage.

  I smirk and walk away. Just as I move to close my door, I call out, “Don’t forget my coffee and call Franklin to come up to see me.” I need someone to help kill this hard-on I’m sporting. As soon as that man starts talking numbers, he can drain the lifeforce from anyone.

  “Yes, sir,” she says through clenched teeth, giving me that faker than fuck smile that she’s going to pay for later when I’m balls deep inside her.

  I enter my office and call to make the changes to my flight plan. Next, I reschedule my meeting in London. After that is all complete, I’m surprised to find she hasn’t brought in my coffee. I stand up and march out of my office, and she’s not in there. I walk over to her desk and see some papers; the handwriting definitely belongs to my assistant. It’s a list of everything she needs to know to do Alyssa’s job.

  Where’s my assistant right now? And where is my pretend assistant? The one driving me insane with her smart mouth that I want to be wrapped around my cock. I drop the notes on the desk and go looking for my wayward assistant. Damn, I’m tempted to bend her over and spank her for thinking she can fool me.

  When I step into the kitchen area, I see her trying to work out the machine. I’m guessing Alyssa didn’t explain how to work it. “Someone’s having an off day,” I say, causing her to jump out of her skin, knocking the coffee cup to the ground and sending sharp shards everywhere.