#Exclusive #SneakPeak #ChapterReveal Bossman by Vi Keeland @ViKeeland

Posted July 11, 2016 by Loredana 0 Comments

This is an exclusive sneak peek of:

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(A standalone novel)

Release date July 18th

A Contemporary Romance novel

New York Times & USA Today Bestseller

Vi Keeland

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Chapter 1

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What a waste of smooth, shaven legs.

ÔÇ£Jules? ItÔÇÖs Reese. Where the hell are you? I need you. This is the worst date IÔÇÖve ever been on. IÔÇÖm literally falling asleep. IÔÇÖve considered smashing my head on the table a few times to keep awake. Unless you want me bloodied and bruised, I need you to call with a fake emergency. Call me back. Please.ÔÇØ Pressing end call, I blew out a frustrated breath as I stood outside the ladiesÔÇÖ room in the dark hallway at the back of the restaurant.

A deep voice from behind me caught me off guard. ÔÇ£Unless heÔÇÖs also an idiotÔÇöin addition to being boringÔÇöheÔÇÖs going to know.ÔÇØ

ÔÇ£Excuse me?ÔÇØ I turned to find a man leaning against the wall, his eyes pointed down as he texted away on his phone. He continued without looking up.

Its the oldest trick in the bookthe emergency phone call. The least you can do is put in a little more effort. It takes two months to get a reservation at this place, and its not cheap, sweetheart.

ÔÇ£Maybe he should be the one to put in more effort. His sports jacket has a giant hole under the arm, and heÔÇÖs done nothing but talk about his mother all night.ÔÇØ

ÔÇ£Ever consider that your snobby attitude makes him nervous?ÔÇØ

My eyes nearly bulged out of my head. ÔÇ£You want to talk about snobby? You eavesdrop on my call and give me your unwelcome opinions, all while staring down at your phone. You havenÔÇÖt even made eye contact with me while youÔÇÖre speaking.ÔÇØ

The jerkÔÇÖs fingers froze mid text. Then I watched as his head rose, eyes following a leisurely path starting at my ankles, up over my bare legs, and lingering at the hemline of my skirt before continuing to trace their way over my hips, coming to rest briefly on my breasts before finally settling on my face.

ÔÇ£Yes, thatÔÇÖs right. Up here. These are my eyes.ÔÇØ

He pushed off the wall and stood tall, catching the lone ray that had been lighting the hallway. The streak illuminated his face, and I could see him clearly for the first time.

Really? Not what I was expecting. With that deep, raspy voice and attitude, I assumed IÔÇÖd find someone older, probably dressed in a stuffy suit. But this guy was gorgeous. Young and gorgeous. Dressed entirely in blackÔÇösimple and sleek, yet there was an edge to the way he looked. Golden brown hair tousled in that sexy I donÔÇÖt give a shit way, but still looked perfect. Strong, masculine featuresÔÇöa square, rugged jaw coated with day-old stubble on sunkissed skin, a straight, prominent nose, and big, sexy, sleepy eyes the color of chocolate. Those were now staring intently at me.

Without dropping my gaze, he lifted his arms from his sides, holding them up over his head. ÔÇ£You want to check me for rips before you decide if IÔÇÖm worthy of speaking to?ÔÇØ

He was gorgeous all right, but definitely an asshole. ÔÇ£ThatÔÇÖs not necessary. Your attitude has already decided that for me, and youÔÇÖre not.ÔÇØ

Lowering his arms, he chuckled. ÔÇ£Suit yourself. Try to enjoy the rest of your evening, sweetheart.ÔÇØ

I huffed, but stole one last fleeting look at the beautiful jerk before I walked back to my date.

Martin was sitting with his hands folded when I returned to my seat at the table.

ÔÇ£Sorry,ÔÇØ I told him. ÔÇ£There was a line.ÔÇØ

That reminds me of a funny story. This one time, I was at a restaurant with my mother, and when she went to use the ladies room

His voice faded away while I stared at my phone, willing it to ring. Damn you, Jules. Where are you when I really need you? Around the middle of the storyÔÇöat least I think it was the middleÔÇöI noticed the jerk from the bathroom walking past our table. He smirked at me after taking a look at my rambling date and my disinterested face. Curious, I followed his path to get a look at who he was here with.

Figures.

Dyed blonde, pretty in a slutty sort of way, with a heaping amount of boobage falling out of her low-cut dress. She made googly eyes at her date as he returned; I rolled mine. YetI couldnt help but glance over at their table from time to time.

When our salads arrived, Martin was talking about his motherÔÇÖs recent appendectomy, and I grew particularly bored. My eyes must have lingered a minute too long, because the guy from the bathroom caught me staring at him. Across the restaurant, he winked, arched an eyebrow, and tipped his glass in my direction.

Jerk.

Since Id been caught, why bother to hide my watching him? He was certainly more interesting than my date. And he wasnt shy about looking my way either. When a waiter stopped by his table, I watched as beautiful bathroom guy pointed in my direction and spoke. Martin was still telling some mommy-dearest story as I glanced behind me to see what the attractive jerk across the room couldve been pointing to. When I turned back, the jerk and his date were standing. Reading his lips, I could make out some of what he was sayingsomething about joining an old friend, I thought. Then suddenly, they were walking right toward our table.

Is he going to say something to Martin about what he overheard?

ÔÇ£Reese. Is that you?ÔÇØ

What in the hell?

Ummyes.

ÔÇ£Wow. ItÔÇÖs been a long time.ÔÇØ He patted his hand on his chest. ÔÇ£ItÔÇÖs me, Chase.ÔÇØ Before I knew what was happening, the jerk (who was apparently named Chase) reached down and gripped me in a bear hug. While I was in his arms, he whispered, ÔÇ£Play along. LetÔÇÖs make your night more exciting, sweetheart.ÔÇØ

Dumbfounded, I could only stare as he turned his attention to Martin, extending his hand.

ÔÇ£IÔÇÖm Chase Parker. Reese and I go way back.ÔÇØ

ÔÇ£Martin Ward.ÔÇØ My date nodded.

ÔÇ£Martin, mind if we join you? ItÔÇÖs been years since Buttercup and I have seen each other. IÔÇÖd love to catch up. You donÔÇÖt mind, do you?ÔÇØ

Although heÔÇÖd asked a question, Chase definitely didnÔÇÖt wait for a response. Instead, he pulled out a chair for his date and introduced her.

ÔÇ£This is Bridget…ÔÇØ He looked to her for help, and she filled in the blank.

ÔÇ£McDermott. Bridget McDermott.ÔÇØ She smiled, undaunted by our new double date or ChaseÔÇÖs obvious inability to remember her last name.

Martin, on the other hand, looked disappointed that our twosome was now a foursome, although I was certain he would never voice it.

He looked to Chase as he sat. ÔÇ£Buttercup?ÔÇØ

ÔÇ£ThatÔÇÖs what we used to call her. ReeseÔÇÖs Peanut Butter Cup. My favorite candy.ÔÇØ

Once Chase and Bridget were seated, there was a moment of awkwardness. Surprisingly, it was Martin who broke it. ÔÇ£So, how do you two know each other?ÔÇØ

Even though Martin asked the question looking at both of us, I wanted to make it clear to Chase that he was the one on the hot seat. This was his little game.

ÔÇ£IÔÇÖll let Chase tell you about the first time we met. ItÔÇÖs really a funny story, actually.ÔÇØ I propped my elbows on the table and rested my head on my folded hands, turning my full attention to Chase while batting my eyelashes with a sly grin.

He didnÔÇÖt flinch, nor did he take more than a few seconds to come up with a story. ÔÇ£Well, it wasnÔÇÖt really the first time we met thatÔÇÖs the funny storyÔÇömore like what happened after we met. My parents split up when I was in eighth grade, and I had to transfer to a new school. I was pretty miserable until I met Reese here on the bus the first week. She was the off-limits pretty girl, but I figured I had no friends to bust my balls if I asked her on a date and she turned me down. So, even though sheÔÇÖs a year older than me, I asked her to the eighth-grade dance. Surprised the shit out of me when she agreed to go.

ÔÇ£Anyway, I was young, with a healthy dose of testosterone, and I got it into my head that she was going to be my first kiss. All of my buddies back at my old school had already gotten theirs, and I figured it was my time. So, when the dance was coming to an end, I tugged Buttercup out of the crappy crepe-paper-and-balloon-decorated gymnasium and into the hall for some privacy. Of course, since it was my first time, I had no idea what to expect. But I went for itÔÇögot right in there and started to suck her face.ÔÇØ

Chase paused and winked at me. ÔÇ£It was all good up until then, wasnÔÇÖt it, Buttercup?ÔÇØ

I couldnÔÇÖt even respond. I was so floored listening to his story. But again, my lack of response didnÔÇÖt seem to bother him because he went right along, weaving his tall tale.

ÔÇ£Anyway, this is where the story gets good. Like I said, I didnÔÇÖt have any experience, but I dove right inÔÇölips, teeth, tongue, and all. After a minute, the kiss started to feel awfully wet, but I was into it, so I kept going and going, not wanting to be the first one to pull away. Eventually, when we came up for airÔÇöliterally since IÔÇÖd almost sucked her face offÔÇöI realized why it had felt so wet. Reese had gotten a nosebleed in the middle of the kiss, and both of our faces were covered in smeared blood.ÔÇØ

Martin and Bridget laughed, but I was too stunned to react.

Chase reached out and touched my arm. ÔÇ£Come on, Buttercup. DonÔÇÖt get embarrassed. Those were some good times we had. Remember?ÔÇØ

ÔÇ£How long were you two a couple?ÔÇØ Martin asked.

Just as Chase was about to respond, I reached over and touched his arm in the same patronizing way heÔÇÖd touched mine. ÔÇ£Not too long. Right after the other incident, we broke up.ÔÇØ

Bridget clapped her hands and bopped up and down in her seat like an excited child. ÔÇ£I wanna hear about the other incident!ÔÇØ

ÔÇ£IÔÇÖm not sure I should actually share it, now that I think about it,ÔÇØ I mused. ÔÇ£Is this your first date?ÔÇØ

Bridget nodded.

ÔÇ£Well, I donÔÇÖt want you to assume Chase has the same problem anymore. Since our little incident was so long ago.ÔÇØ I leaned over to Bridget and whispered, ÔÇ£They gain better control as they grow older. Usually.ÔÇØ

Instead of being upset, Chase looked thoroughly pleased with my story. Proud, even. In fact, the rest of the evening went on pretty much the same way. Chase told elaborate stories about our fake childhood, unafraid to embarrass himself in the process, and kept us all amused. I sometimes added to his stories when my mouth wasnÔÇÖt hanging open at the crap heÔÇÖd made up.

I hated to admit it, but the jerk had started to grow on me, even while telling stories about my bloody nose and the ÔÇ£unfortunate bra-stuffing incident.ÔÇØ By the end of the evening, I was ordering coffee to stall the nightÔÇÖs endÔÇöa far cry from our exchange in the bathroom hallway.

Outside of the restaurant, Martin, Chase, and I all handed the valet our tickets. I preferred to be in control of when a first date started and ended, so Id met Martin at the restaurant. Of course Bridget had come in Chases car like a normal date. She was also practically rubbing up against his side as she clung to his arm while we waited for our cars. When my shiny red Audi pulled up first, I wasnt sure how to say goodbye towellanyone. I took the keys and lingered with the door open.

ÔÇ£Nice car, Buttercup.ÔÇØ Chase smiled. ÔÇ£Better than that hunk of junk you drove in high school, huh?ÔÇØ

I chuckled. ÔÇ£I suppose it is.ÔÇØ

Martin stepped forward. ÔÇ£It was nice seeing you, Reese. I hope we can do this again sometime.ÔÇØ

Rather than wait for him to attempt to kiss me, I went in for a hug. ÔÇ£Thank you for a nice dinner, Martin.ÔÇØ

As I stepped back, Chase stepped forward and pulled me into a hug. Unlike the friendly back-pat Id given Martin, Chase plastered me against his body. God, it felt good. Then he did the strangest thing He wound my long hair around his hand a few times and closed it into a fist, using it to tug my head back. His eyes lingered on my lips as I looked up at him, and for a brief second, I thought he might kiss me.

Then he leaned down and kissed my forehead. ÔÇ£See you at the reunion next year?ÔÇØ

I nodded, feeling almost off-kilter. Ummsure thing. I glanced to Bridget after he released me. Nice to meet you, Bridget.

Reluctantly, I folded into my car. Feeling eyes on me, I looked up while putting my seat belt on. Chase watched me intently. It looked like he wanted to say something, but after a few heartbeats, it felt strange to sit and wait any longer.

Taking a deep breath, I pulled away with one last wave, wondering why it felt like I was leaving something important behind.

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About Vi Keeland

Vi Keeland is a #1 New York Times and Wall Street Journal Bestselling author. With more than a million books sold, her titles have appeared in over fifty Bestseller lists and are currently translated in ten languages. She lives in New York with her husband and their three children where she is living out her own happily ever after with the boy she met at age six.

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