I want to share with you a sneak peek from that talented author, Jordan Buchanan. She’s just recently released On The Job Training, and she’s given us an awesome snippet.
Excerpt from On-the-Job Training – Orientation
The sommelier, elegant in a tuxedo, brought our wine and poured for John’s approval. After receiving the nod, he poured for both of us. I’m no wine expert, but this sparkling white was fantastic. Even if I had to force myself, food was a necessity. Drinking on an empty stomach could lead to a disaster.
Without warning, John reached across the table and took my hand, his thumb stroking my palm. “Laura, am I deluding myself in thinking there’s something between us? Do you feel it?”
I nodded and took another sip. “Yes, I feel it.”
“Was that really hard to say?” His voice was soft but firm.
I grinned and deliberately shook my head instead of answering which made him laugh out loud.
“You know what you are? You’re a brat.” He raised my hand to his mouth and brushed his lips across my knuckles. “A smart, beautiful, talented, stubborn brat.”
The waitress picked that inopportune moment to bring our food, and it was almost delicious enough for me not to hate her. John cut into his steak, stabbed a morsel with his fork and turned to me. “Here, open up.”
“Mmm.” It was every bit as good as my chicken. “Would you like a bite of mine?”
“No, not of your chicken.”
Holy shit. This was getting more interesting by the minute. He fed me another bite before settling into eating it himself. Under the table, my leg jiggled nervously, and I forced myself to be still. When I finished my wine, john casually refilled my glass. I looked at him, brows raised.
“You’re not driving, and it’s your day. Two glasses aren’t over your limit, are they?”
“Of course not! I can handle myself.” I took another sip to prove my point. Maybe I was a brat.
He put his knife and fork down, wiped his mouth with his napkin, and leaned back in his chair with a sigh of contentment. I followed suit and shifted slightly toward him in my chair. “Did you enjoy your meal?”
“Very much, you?”
“Very good, thank you for bringing me here.” I hadn’t felt this awkward and gawky since I was fifteen. I lifted my chin and tried to brazen it out. “Do you have room for dessert?”
I’d never seen brown eyes blaze, but his did at that moment. “Not exactly,” he said, and reached for my hand again. “I’m going to ask you something. Regardless of what your answer is, know this. Your job is not on the line. If you can look me in the eye and say you don’t wish to pursue a relationship with me, everything will go back to the way it was last week. Trust me. You do trust me, don’t you?”
“Yes.” I did. Although I’d known him for little more than a month, he was consistently a man of his word. Not only with me, but with his clients, subcontractors, and vendors
He leaned forward a bit. “Then tell me. What do you want, Laura?”
It was now or never. I sucked in a breath and met his gaze directly. “I want to be with you, John.”
I saw relief wash over his features. “Thank God,” he murmured and closed his eyes briefly before locking them onto mine again. “There’s no right or wrong answer to my next question. Okay? Have you ever fantasized about being sexually submissive?”
Oh. My. God. He knew! How the hell did he know? I should laugh it off, right? How could I possibly admit my deepest, darkest desires to him? I opened my mouth to deny it and then snapped it shut. Oh great, now I look like a fish out of water–appropriate, yes; attractive, no. A memory of me in bed with Walt came to mind. It was one of the few times we’d spontaneously had sex without scheduling it beforehand. I’d pulled my nightgown over my head but left my arms in it, effectively creating my own sad form of bondage. Walt, oblivious as always, said, “Here, let me help you with that,” and pulled me free.
“Yes, I’ve always been curious.” If I never take the first step, I’ll forever be the woman trapped in her own bonds alone.
A smile, like the sun sliding out from behind a cloud, spread across his features. My heart was yammering in my chest. After years of waiting, I was being given an opportunity to experience what I’d only read about before. I didn’t know what to do; my mind was racing through my favorite scenes in every book in my collection.
“Laura? Earth to Laura?”
“Yes, um, Sir?” That part was easy. In the South, we’re taught from the cradle to say sir and ma’am.
He shook his head slightly. “You have no idea what it does to me when you call me that. Thank you. Don’t worry; we’ll start out slowly.”
“I have no idea what I’m doing.” I took another sip of my wine, my hands shaking slightly. I glanced around the restaurant; everyone else was eating, chatting, as if nothing were amiss. Why did I feel like a big neon arrow was flashing over our table?
“That’s the beauty of it, Laura. I’ll tell you what to do. You need only to do it.”
“Good.” My relief must have been evident on my face; it made him chuckle.
“Ready for your first command, brat?”
“Yes, Sir!” Suddenly, I was raring to go. Maybe it was the wine, but I doubted it.
He leaned closer and whispered in my ear. “Go to the ladies’ room, take off your panties, and bring them back to me.”
Damn. What have I gotten myself into?
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