TiedtotheBoss by Sierra Summers

Chapter One
     
    Penny Lane gave her overcoat to the coat-check girl and took
her claim ticket, then opened her rhinestone-studded clutch and tossed it
inside. She rubbed her icy hands together, trying to gather some warmth.
February in Michigan could be brutal and tonight was no different.
    Even the foyer of Deidre’s annual Valentine’s Day Ball
couldn’t escape the bitter winds, and Penny shivered in her long gown. She
looked at the white ornate doors leading to the party and knew that inside real
warmth awaited her, but she moseyed up to the small bar just outside the
ballroom and joined her best friend Wendy.
    “Deidre outdid herself this year,” the tall, curvaceous
brunette commented.
    It was true. Every year the ball drew a larger crowd and
this year it had been moved to the elegant Tanner Temple. Penny had never been
to the Tanner before but had heard enough stories over the years to know how
expensive and exclusive the place was.
    Normally her job as an executive assistant would preclude an
invitation to such exclusive events but Deidre had been one of her closest
friends since high school.
    “Champagne?” a gorgeous shirtless waiter asked. Penny
accepted the tall flute filled with pale-gold liquid and smiled.
    “Oh my God, he is so hot,” Wendy cooed as the waiter sauntered
away, the muscles in his arms and back making him look like stunning sculpture.
In true Deidre style, the waiters were all well-muscled and bronzed.
    “Yes, he is, but there are a lot more like him on the other
side of that door.” Penny sipped from her glass. She was in the mood to play
this evening.
    “I know, and they all love curvy girls like us,” Wendy
purred, touching her glass to Penny’s.
    She’d waited all year for this particular event. To an
outsider it was another fancy ball, but those invited knew differently. This
night was the chance to fulfill fantasies, from kissing a stranger to more
sensual activities. Her thighs quivered as she imagined what awaited her
through the door.
    She’d been on a dry streak for longer than she wanted to
admit. Sure, it was mostly self-imposed, but only because she refused to
compromise on what she truly desired. She no longer wanted the quiet, shy kind
of lover she usually attracted. No, she wanted a self-assured, take-charge kind
of man to drive her insane with lust. She was tired of faking her orgasms and
only achieving them with her battery-operated boyfriend.
    “You look great, by the way.” Wendy’s voice dragged her back
to the present.
    “Thanks. You look beautiful too.”
    Wendy shrugged. “I’m lucky I found this dress.”
    What a dress it was. Wendy was gorgeous in her short,
fire-engine-red silk sheath. Her short brown hair was blown straight and the
style highlighted her strong cheekbones.
    Penny felt beautiful as well. She wasn’t used to wearing
such a formfitting dress, but the moment she’d seen the baby-blue gown, she’d
known it belonged to her.
    The bodice was cut low and showed just enough cleavage to
entice. Blue and white rhinestones covered the front and back of the sleeveless
bodice. She’d curled her long chestnut hair and piled it on top of her head,
accentuating the style with tiny crystals. Stray curls drifted along her
jawline, almost tickling, but not quite.
    Yeah, she felt damn good about how she looked.
    “I’m ready.” She smiled, turning toward the door. Wendy
grabbed and held it as they entered the main ballroom.
    The scenery took her breath away. The walls were covered in
white satin and blue velvet. A statue of David was life-sized and carved in
ice. Penny could have sworn the real statue’s cock wasn’t as large but that
only added to the magnificence of the piece. Endless bottles of wine and
champagne flanked both sides of the table, with several waiters ready to refill
empty glasses.
    A large table filled with succulent foods lined one side of
the room. Gold silk ropes hung from the ceiling, attached to gold bars.
Scantily clad