By
Becca Jameson

Amelia Kensington is ready to climb the corporate ladder. She finished her MBA and landed her dream job in downtown Atlanta. She has to work her way from the bottom up, but she’s more than willing. Until she meets the owner of the company. In less than five minutes, her new boss manages to flip her world upside down with his panty-dampening mannerisms and shockingly good looks.

Cade Alexander can’t believe his good fortune. The stunningly beautiful woman recently hired as one of his company’s assistants is not only sexy as hell, but the perfect submissive. She doesn’t know this yet, but he intends to show her. And he isn’t a patient man. He means to lure her into his world with all haste. As a Dom, Cade has his rules. But the woman of his dreams isn’t a pushover. She has her own rules.

Blending an average middle-class woman with the upper echelon isn’t an easy feat. Cade’s world may prove to be more than Amelia can tolerate. Some complications are insurmountable. Others are unforgivable…

One thing about Becca’s Dominants, they are Alpha to the max and Cade is quite arrogant to boot. More than once I wanted to smack him, and tell him to be more subtle, ease into this relationship not plow into it.

Amelia on the other hand may be submissive, but she is also very naïve with regard to the lifestyle. Which makes this all the more amusing and frustrating.

Here is a favorite scene after her first assignment as a gofer for him.

“So I had this plan.” He stopped pacing, nailing me with his gaze. “I was sure if I sent you all over Atlanta this morning to collect that pile of stuff, you’d either freak the fuck out and tell me to go to hell, or not even flinch and leave without a blink.”

“I considered it, sir,” I managed to mutter.

“Which one?”

I stared at him.

“Which one, Amelia? Telling me to go to hell or shrugging it off?”

“Hell, sir,” I whispered.

This freaking pleased him. I couldn’t believe it.

He smiled, and then his face straightened, and he turned to face the wall of bookshelves, giving me another view of his fine ass in the process.

I closed my eyes, trying to straighten out my head while at the same time ignoring his butt. When I opened them, the man was facing me again. And he was closer. “Amelia.”

“Yes, sir?”

He rolled his eyes. “Cade.”

I nodded. No way was I going to start calling him Cade.

“Unless you plan to stick a capital letter on the way you say Sir, call me Cade.”

I had no idea what he meant by that.

“You’re the greenest twenty-four-year-old woman alive. What rock did you climb out from under?”

I was sure that was an insult, so I said nothing.

“I’m sorry.” He cringed. “That was uncalled for.”

Huh. The man could apologize, and he felt remorse. Interesting.

“Who did you think all those packages were for?” he asked, pointing at the table.

“I have no idea, sir.” I let that last word slip out unbidden, beginning to feel the impact of my choice.

“I realize that. But you must have had an idea. What was it?”

I licked my dry lips to no avail. “Your girlfriend, sir?”

“Cade.”

“Cade.”

“Thank you. I don’t have a girlfriend, baby.” His voice was softer.

“Oh.”

He paused.

“What was the point of the wild goose chase then, Cade?”

God that smile. “To piss you off, baby.”

“You intentionally sent me running around the city all morning to make me mad at you?” I glanced at the boxes. “Is there even anything in those boxes?” I hated that I’d asked that question the second it came out of my mouth.

“Fuck, yes. There are things in them.”

“What things?”

Again, what was the matter with me?

Cade cocked his head. “You aren’t ready to find out yet.”

“Oh.” I sat up straighter. Good answer. I didn’t ever want to know what was in those boxes. Did I? Suddenly the fine line blurred, and I wasn’t seeing as clearly.

“Suffice to say, they’re all yours. And I’ll give you each of them when I feel you’re ready to receive them.”

That was insane seeing as I intended to resign from this job first thing tomorrow morning and never see him again.

He must have read my thoughts once more because he approached me and sat on the coffee table this time. He didn’t touch me. But he was less than a foot away when he leaned his elbows on his knees and met my gaze. “Baby, you’re a submissive.”

I shook my head in denial. I would know if I were submissive.
Becca Jameson. The Rules (Kindle Locations 571-599).

Things start heating up after this scene, in more ways than one. As Amelia learns about the lifestyle and Cade exerts his dominance, she does find that ultimately she has all the power.

While I may not agree with the way Cade went about things, it did make for an interesting, amusing and sexy read.

4 Contented Purrs for Becca!

Becca Jameson

Becca Jameson currently lives in Atlanta, Georgia, with her husband, two kids, and the various pets that wander through.

After editing for about five years she recently started writing. She is loving the journey, dabbling in various genres.

When not writing or editing she can usually be found taxiing kids to and from their activities, scrapbooking, and reading!

Late at night she can usually be found sequestered in her office creating fantasy with a glass of red wine and a bar of dark chocolate.