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© 2008, JT Schultz Reviews For BOMBSHELL 2 BOARDROOM by JT Schultz "The storyline was greatly enhanced
through her use of the subordinate characters in this story. The company
employees, the Japanese business owners, and the competitor and his
crew all made the story that much more interesting. Then too, the sensual
scenes were not only frequent but graphic. This fast-paced story was
almost impossible to put down. I could not wait to find out what would
happen next. I can highly recommend this book to all who don't mind
detailed sex scenes. It will definitely be a great read." Rating: 4 Ribbons from Romance Junkies Bombshell 2 Boardroom is a zany, hot read! Candace is a truly charming character who proves that looks can be deceiving. This story proves you can't judge a book by its cover, and that there is always more than what meets the eye. Randy is a sexy smooth hero who saves the company through innovative ideas and an unlikely partner. I loved how Randal and Candace steam up the pages and incite audible laughter throughout. Ms. Schultz has a talent for penning humorous, enjoyable reads that are steamy, sexy and witty. Sample Chapter BOMBSHELL 2 BOARDROOM by JT Schultz What had I been thinking? Explain the picture? Why is Randal acting as if I did something wrong? She had acted on impulse, true. Her tactic had been a little risqué, but his reaction—well—overdramatic. She studied him under the dim lights that lit up the back lane of the karaoke bar. He held the picture and stared at her like a parent stares at a child who has been out well past curfew. She stripped down to her underwear; it hadn’t been as if any animals were injured in the photo shoot. The look on his face revealed his emotion—mad, very, very mad. No, actually, he’s livid; yes livid would be a better term. However, the lust in his eyes had not been hard to miss and her body stirred at the thought of his desire. “I’m a little tired of your boring ads and since you left with Mr. Sweetums, I took it as opportunity to spice the ad up a bit.” He raised his brows and studied the picture in his hands then pursed his lips, before he ran his tongue over his teeth, and nodded. “This is not spice. This is you, half-naked, wearing chocolates in a mock bra and panty. I don’t even want to know how you got them covering you so perfectly.” “Jimmy and Carl helped me.” She disregarded the fact Randal just said he didn’t want to know. “Why are you so mad? It is a success. You heard Danny say he wants lots of chocolates.” “I can’t help but wonder if he wants more than that!” Randal stepped closer to her. Her brow furrowed. “What is that supposed to mean?” “It means…” His words trailed off and he stared at her. “I thought we were on the same side!” “We are! Why are you overreacting? After all, I’m the one half-naked with chocolates on me. What’s your problem?” He blinked, inhaled sharply then exhaled in a rush of breath. “You completely showed no regard for my ad campaign. I doubt you even read the notes.” “Jimmy and Carl didn’t know what to do, so I had to improvise.” She frowned. “There were notes?” “Yes, there were notes. You also made me sing karaoke!” He ranted as if she had been the sole reason for starving children worldwide. “You made friends with my cat.” Her pride still stung over the bond between Mr. Sweetums and the man who looked even sexier in the soft glow of the lights. He tilted his head and stared at her. “You forced me to sing karaoke because I made friends with your cat?” Her face scrunched and guilt pained her. “Yes,” she admitted. “I only inflicted the appointment with the psychiatrist on you to punish you for still thinking I’m stupid. You keep telling me you think I’m smart, but the look on your face tells me otherwise.” He held up the ad proof again. “Moving the business meeting out of the Beverly Wilshire Hotel to here, yes, I questioned a few things.” He started to laugh. “The fact you got Nancy singing, plus Kumiko and his people adore you, the way you told Nancy to start taking their order, not to mention they want lots of chocolates at the end of the chaos proves to me you are brilliant, beyond a doubt.” “Thank you,” she whispered. “Do you really hate the ad?” She had to ask. The answer would at least let her know where she stood. He stepped toward her. “No. I just don’t know if I should spank you for being defiant or kiss you for your brilliance.” She teased, “I haven’t been spanked in a while.” His smile faded and even under the dim alley lights, his eyes darkened in desire. “Damn it!” he said, his tone as fiery as the lust in his eyes, at the same time he closed the distance between them. She gasped as the arm holding the picture caught her around the waist and his other hand came to the back of her head, entwining his fingers through her hair. He tilted her head to meet his lips and they came down on hers hard, hungry, sending first surprise, then heat through her. Her arms slid up the front of his chest to his shoulders and around his neck, while his tongue slid over her bottom lip. Desire shot down to her stomach and dampened her thong as the ache for more than just a kiss strummed inside her. She pressed her body against him. His erection hardened beneath his pants and he held her firm. Her pussy muscles tightened in anticipation, knowing he wanted her too. Wicked images of him deep inside her induced a gasp and she ached for his arousal to slip inside of her as his tongue entered her mouth. His fingers entwined in her hair tightened as he deepened the kiss, encouraging her tongue to meet his. She wanted to go further and share more than a kiss; she wanted him inside her. The picture fell to the ground as Randal’s hand moved from her waist to her skirt-covered ass. The hand in her hair also came down to her ass. His strong hands pushed her harder against the large cock in his pants. He groaned and she moved until her back touched the brick of the bar’s outside wall. Logic left her and in her heart she knew this to be the exact opposite of smart but he smelled so good and tasted faintly of the drink he’d had moments earlier in the bar. Randal’s hands moved down her skirt to the hem and when he touched her tanned skin her nipples hardened and tingled in need. She pressed her thighs closer together, fighting the urge to spread them and wrap them around Randal’s waist. She pulled her lips off his and stared at him as he struggled for breath. “Randal…” Her voice a hoarse rasp as his hands slid up under her skirt, scorching her skin and feeding the flames now erupting over her body. Randal’s mouth moved from her neck and his dark eyes shone with the fire of primal need. “You’re my boss’ daughter,” he said between ragged breaths. Candace’s upper body moved with the rise and fall of her chest as she struggled to get her own breathing under control. “Randal, I want you.” His lips curved into a lopsided grin, exposing a dimple then he brought them down on hers again as he pushed her linen skirt up. She slid her hands down to the leather belt of his pants, quickly released the buckle then opened them. She slid her hand over the silk of his boxers and teased the cock beneath. Randal groaned at her touch, pulling his lips from hers before moving them to her ear. “Wrap your legs around me,” he encouraged her as his warm ragged breath stroked her skin. She slid his pants and silk boxers down enough to free him. One of his hands reached for the wetness between her legs and scooted her soaked thong to the side while the other held her hip tight. She brought her legs up and he leaned her more fully against the wall. The hand from her hip slid to her ass cheek and in a fluid movement, raised her up and entered her pussy. A little bigger than what she had experienced before, his size stretched her walls tight around his large shaft. Now ready to take all of him, she wrapped her arms around his neck for support. With both hands firmly on her ass, he pushed her further onto him, squeezing her firm flesh, while his lips reclaimed hers again. Flames in her stomach tickled and teased her as he grazed her clit with each movement. She lost herself to the pleasure building within her. Finally, the tension broke, her pussy clenched around him as her fluids flowed and her shoulders shook. Her head tilted back so it touched the wall as a wail left her mouth from the intensity of her climax. “Oh God, Randy,” she moaned as another orgasm washed over her before the first had subsided. He groaned and thrust one more time. The hot liquid of his release filled her as he buried his face in her hair. She struggled for breath and stroked the hair on his neck. He lifted his head and a slow smile played across his lips. “I never thought this would happen,” he whispered between ragged breaths. “I’m glad it did.” He pulled out of her and lowered her to the ground. Her legs wobbly, the effects of the orgasm would last a week. She had never climaxed that hard in her life and definitely wanted to experience it again. His smile broadened. “Are you okay?” She nodded, leaned against the wall and straightened her skirt, hoping she would make it to the bathroom without incident. “Fine, just getting the feeling back in my legs.” His smile widened further, revealing both dimples in the process. Her heart already raced a mile a minute and the killer smile on the sexy man didn’t help. He quickly tucked himself back in and did up his pants. “So we are on the same side now, right? No silent wars, terrorizing tactics or secrets?” Candace nodded. “I agree, but I want you to know I’m not as dumb as I look.” “I know you’re more than a pretty face.” He leaned in and kissed her. “I also know we will be doing this again real soon when we have the comfort of a bed and more time to spend on it.” She grinned and her vaginal walls tightened in anticipation. “I’ll be at that meeting. We should get back inside.” Randal glanced down and picked up the picture he held moments earlier then dusted it off. “I’ll make up some excuse,” he told her as she stepped to the door, wondering if she could walk fast enough to a powder room. His hand caught her wrist and she turned.
“Thank you for tonight,” he whispered. So did Mr. Sweetums. * * * * Randal had to admit, the next morning he found himself in a fantastic mood as he walked toward his office and counted on Candace being late. She earned at least one late morning after pulling off the large order from the Japanese designer. He smiled. Beautiful and brilliant and… His smile faded as realization dawned on him. He liked Candace Charming, more than just sexually, he also appreciated the way she approached things—despite how eccentric it could be at times. He had entered dangerous waters considering last night had been no strings attached, not that it would be a bad thing. He just didn’t happen to be relationship material. Besides, what would Candace want with him? He reached for the handle of his office door. “You must be mighty proud of yourself, Randal,” Nancy called from behind him. He shifted slightly and glanced to the owner of the voice. “What are you rattling on about?” She smiled maliciously. “Just because your bimbo managed to salvage the night by whoring herself and the company’s chocolates, doesn’t mean that you’re on the right track,” Nancy said, dressed exactly like she had been yesterday. He knew she had to own a fleet of suits in dark brown, navy and black, all the same bland lines, worn with identical white shirts and similar styles of shoes practical to the core. “Nancy, wow, what a surprise. I didn’t think you would be out to ruin my day until later.” She scowled and narrowed her gaze. “Make all the jokes you want. Talk is already spreading through this company about the stunt Candace pulled with the ad campaign. She is turning you into a joke. The only thing that girl will be ready for is a sidewalk corner. Give up, Randal. Tell Bernard that you changed your mind about the bet and at least salvage your dignity. It’ll be better this way, so when the buyout happens, you might still have a job.” “There won’t be a takeover, so you can give it a rest. She is smarter than you realize.” “I highly doubt that I am. I’m seldom wrong when it comes to girls like her.” Nancy sneered. He wanted to smack the sneer right off her face. If she were a man and not a woman, he would have without a second thought. “Tell me what bothers you more? The fact everyone but you is having sex, or is there another problem?” “Candace Charming is the problem. I’ll see that you lose this bet, mark my words.” He shook his head. “So it is the
fact everyone but you is having sex. Sorry to hear that.” He smiled,
turned away from Nancy and opened his office door. He shut it behind
him and stared at the long tanned legs curving up into a firm ass under
a pink dress standing in front of his office window. “It is now.” He walked over to her and glanced to the black sofa in his office, noticing Mr. Sweetums curled up. “He’s going to get fur on the sofa.” “Leave him alone and if you’re a good boy, I’ll let you bend me over it later.” Randal couldn’t stop a laugh as he stepped around her to his chair. Last night he did tell her he wanted to have sex with her in a bed, however with as alluring as she looked today, bending her over held many possibilities. “I’ll keep that in mind. What are you up to this morning?” “I had a chance to talk with Danny Kumiko and since the ad is so sexy, he’s offered to provide us with lingerie for other shoots. He also raved on about the brilliance of the campaign and plans to have an associate of his call me.” “What about?” The call intrigued him. A slow smile spread across her lips. “His friend owns a novelty store and has been looking for a candy to carry—” “So why not chocolates?” he finished and sat in the chair. “Good one. Another chain of stores would be a big help.” “Also Jimmy and Carl asked if the proofs should go to the printer.” He thought of the half-naked Candace in nothing but chocolates. “Of course. I’ll let them know right away.” He didn’t mean a word he said. The ad definitely genius but he still didn’t like the world seeing so much of Candace. He couldn’t help but remember the fiery sex from the alley, and his cock came to immediate attention. He wanted to bend her over the sofa now, knowing it would be as good as it had been last night. Looking at her and knowing she would be willing made him want to hike that soft pink fabric up and drive his cock deep into her from behind. He bit his tongue and stifled a groan and the urge to act out the sinful images. A strange little smile tugged at her lips and she glanced over to the sofa then back at him, her blue eyes dancing in amusement as if she knew his thoughts. “I’ll be right back. I saw my father on the way in and he mentioned he wants to see me.” “Do you have any clue what you are doing to me?” She laughed and crossed the room to his chair. He spun so she stood directly in front of him. Her hand slipped down as she leaned in and stroked the bulge in his pants. His cock stirred, remembering how her hand touched it last night. Then her soft full lips brushed against his. “Be good and we’ll get back to that idea I had about the sofa.” Randal wrapped his hand around her wrist and held her palm against his groin. Her eyes closed and he softly kissed her. She moaned slightly and stroked him through the fabric of his pants. As her lips parted, he thrust his tongue into her mouth. His other hand traced the soft skin of her thigh up to the delicate lace of her thong. Her lipstick smudged and her lips swelled from his kiss. “Hurry back,” he told her as she swayed over to his door and opened it. “Don’t leave Mr. Sweetums.” She slipped through the door, shutting it behind her. * * * * She walked down the hallway toward her father’s office when her bracelet came undone and slipped to the floor; she picked it up and froze. “I don’t care that it’s just one store. If they get into any more stores and receive a few more orders like they did last night, the merger will not be an option.” Nancy’s voice echoed from her office out into the hallway. Candace brought her hand to her mouth, came to a standing position and stepped back out of sight of the office door. “I haven’t talked to Kent. I mean the man is a hunk and a half, and I would love to talk to him, however I haven’t really had any opportunity until now.” Nancy laughed, but it sounded nervous. “Maybe it would give me a chance to get to know him better.” Who is Kent? More so, who knew Nancy actually likes men? “Fine, I will go talk to him now and we can move forward. I’ll make him an offer he can’t say no to.” She had to get out of there now. Not up to dealing with Nancy after overhearing the conversation, she needed time to digest and figure out if she could pull any useful information from what had been said. What merger? What is going on? She glanced down at her bracelet and slowly refastened the clasp as she walked by Nancy’s office. “Well if it isn’t the chocolate one,” the plain outdated wench called from her office door. “Tell me, Candace, did you raid the Barbie doll section for your outfit, because from where I’m standing, it doesn’t look like it fits you that well.” She knew she should act as if she didn’t hear the venomous woman and take the high road. She shouldn’t gratify the rudeness, but those things meant nothing today. Her patience gone as her mind concentrated on the conversation she had eavesdropped on. “Nancy, most people say ‘good morning’, so let me be your example. Good morning, Nancy. I see you are looking well and wearing colors of grief. Mourning your lost childhood?” “You really are a brainless little bitch, aren’t you?” Thankful she hadn’t commented on the woman’s lack of a sex life, Candace digested the question and went for pushing her buttons. Pissing Nancy off could become a new hobby. “Is this a test?” The other woman rolled her eyes in disgust. “No, you stupid little girl, you’re nothing more than a dumb blonde.” “This coming from a bitter old bitch who missed the concept of dressing in Technicolor,” Candace dismissed her, turning to walk away. “That’s right, Blondie, walk away, but be warned, the only thing Randal sees in you is that million dollars. A million dollars he’s never going to get.” A million dollars, what the hell is she rattling on about now? Candace stopped mid-step and turned back around. “Now what trash are you rambling on about? I don’t have a million dollars. Well, I do, but it’s tied up in investments and I think a few mutual—” Nancy’s laugh sounded sardonic. “No, not your money, your father’s. I figured that with as close as you and Randal are, he would’ve told you all about the bet.” Nope, can’t say it came up. She blinked. “What are you talking about?” “Oh, just the bet your father and Randal have going. It’s silly, really, if you think about it. Your father bet Randal a million dollars and the position of CEO that he can turn you from a blonde bimbo into a boardroom-ready executive.” Nancy had lied. She had to since that
was the most vindictive thing she had ever heard. Did Nancy just imply I’m a slut? A curious but venomous look crossed Nancy’s face. “You look surprised. Is it the bet or the fact Randal looks at you like just another piece of ass?” Not sure where to begin with what bothered her, she knew Nancy not the one she wanted to express them to. “My father bet Randal,” she muttered more for her own sake than requiring an answer. “Yes,” Nancy volunteered. “Your father thinks you’re a total dimwit and the company would be better off with you nowhere near this office. You’re better off at the mall, especially since you almost blew last night. If you want to destroy anything, you have your own life to do that with. Leave this company alone. It should speak volumes that your own father thinks you’re incapable of doing anything more than matching your shoes to your outfits and talking to your cat.” Despite her dislike for Nancy, she knew anything she said would come from her confused uncertainty of what to think or feel, and would best be directed elsewhere. “I have to go,” she told her calmly. “Nails, spa or mall, doesn’t matter, anywhere but here.” Nancy laughed and walked into her office, shutting the door. She couldn’t believe her father had bet Randal a million dollars to prove her an idiot. However, it certainly explained why Randal had all but begged her to help him. He needed her to win the bet. Her wrath rose as she came to grips with the fact that Nancy may have told her the truth. She exhaled a breath and continued down the hall toward her father’s office. Not even knocking, she blew past his secretary. “You’ve got a lot of nerve,” she hissed as he lifted his attention from the papers on his desk. “Candy, what is distressing you?” he asked in the same tone he used when she had been five. No longer five, she wanted answers and right now. “Distressed? I wonder why, Daddy. Maybe it has to do with the fact you think I’m nothing but an idiot. To explain, you bet one of your executives a million dollars to prove your point.” Her cheeks burned from her temper, as she swallowed back the hurt. It had been one thing to think her father thought her dumb, now she felt something completely different with that fact confirmed. “Candy, I can’t believe Randal would stoop to the level of telling you—” She glared. “He didn’t. Nancy told me and I’d hoped you would deny it. You put money this company doesn’t have on the line to prove to him that you’re right and he…” What had Randal been thinking? Maybe Nancy had been right; maybe he had been thinking he could get in her panties. Well, she had allowed him. “Randal thought you were what this company needed. I told him that you weren’t really cut out for this.” Weren’t parents supposed to be supportive and encouraging? Absorbing her father’s words, she nodded. She swallowed back the hurt. “I can’t be around you, Daddy, if you don’t believe in me. I guess you forgot that I own twenty-four percent of the shares in this company, but then, that’s right, you figured I’m too stupid to even notice.” Worry flickered across her father’s face. “Candy, honey, I don’t think you’re stupid. I just don’t think you’re cut out for business.” He gave her a once-over. “Your bubble gum colored dress is proof of that.” “It’s not the color of bubble gum. For the record, it is dusty rose.” His brows lifted. “Not many people know those differences. Your talents are—” She nodded, more furious with herself for correcting him on the color and emphasizing his point. “You win. I can’t handle being around chauvinistic assholes who think that because I know the difference between salmon and orange I’m more stupid for having that knowledge.” The door behind her opened, but she ignored it and continued to stare at her father. “Good, you’re both here,” Randal said as he walked in to stand next to her. She glared at him. “I’m just leaving.” He frowned. “Is everything okay?” She didn’t know where to start. “No, everything is fine. I’ll leave my father to tell you the good news.” “Everything is not fine; I’m not blind or stupid.” “I’m not so sure,” she whispered before she turned and walked toward the door then glanced back at Randal. “Tell me. Are you confident enough to bet on it or do you only bet when you might get laid?” He winced slightly and she shot a quick look to her dad who now stared at Randal with a questioning expression. Oh yeah, my work here is done. |