- Author: Lacey Alexander
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Mia Sanderson has been in love with her boss, Ty Brewer, for years, but ladies’ man Ty only sees her as a friend and even worse, a good girl. So when Mia and Ty are invited to the same Mardi Gras party, Mia decides to live out a fantasy. Donning a Mardi Gras mask and wig, Mia masquerades as the seductive Mistress Mina, the bad girl of Ty’s dreams. But what will happen if Ty discovers her true identity? Mia’s risking their friendship and her job, but for a night with Ty, it’s worth it.
Publisher’s Note: Originally published in the Behind the Mask anthology.
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Edited by Mary Moran
Cover art by Syneca
Electronic book publication 2005
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“Morning, sweet thing.”
As the plate glass door fell shut behind her boss, Mia Sanderson looked up in time to see him whisk past her desk, into his office. She smiled too late, he was already gone.
“Morning, Ty,” she called after him anyway.
Oh well, it didn’t matter. None of the other smiles she’d flashed his way over the past few years had suddenly seduced him, so she was reasonably certain today’s wouldn’t have held the magic ingredient, either.
If you only knew, she thought, peering lustily toward his office door. If you only knew how badly I want you. From his handsome face, his dimpled chin covered with just a bit of brown stubble, to the sandy blond hair that usually needed a trim but still looked perfect on him, to the well-built, slightly muscular body that looked as if it had been made to pleasure a woman—Ty Brewer was everything Mia desired in a man.
As for his daily endearment, sadly, he’d been calling her “sweet thing” since she was thirteen. He’d been a freshman at Tulane at the time, and he sometimes came home with her older brother, Tim, in the evening or on weekends. It didn’t mean any more now than it had then—and hell, it had probably meant more then, now that she thought about it. At least then he’d seen something in her—something cute maybe, something worthy, something that had earned her a little playful flirtation despite the difference in their ages.
Now the nickname and the wink that sometimes came with it were both habits, she supposed. She was sure he had no idea how she gobbled up the silly, playful words every morning, or how his wink turned her lace panties wet. Ty was a friendly guy, teasing and flirtatious, especially with women he knew well. And given that he’d known Mia for—God!—eighteen years now, it only stood to reason he’d flirt a little.
Although the realization of just how long they’d been acquainted was sobering, making her slump in her desk chair. It wasn’t as if they’d been in constant contact all that time, of course, but she had been working for Ty for five years now, which pretty much indicated that “sweet thing” meant…nothing. Because if she knew anything about Ty at all, it was that he didn’t hesitate to go after what he wanted—in business or in pleasure. And he’d never gone after her.
Letting out a sigh, she peeked toward his door once more and began to imagine a different scenario. Her breasts felt heavy and her pussy slightly swollen as she envisioned herself being a much bolder sort of woman…
“Morning, sweet thing.”
She flashed him a sexy smile, then reached out, curling one finger toward her in a motion that summoned him closer. “Come here. I have something to show you.” In the fantasy, the words left her in a silky, sassy tone she’d never really used and didn’t know if she even possessed.
Rounding the front counter and the desk situated behind it, Ty gave his head a playful tilt that said he was intrigued.
She stood up, revealing a short skirt and a black see-through blouse with a lacy bra underneath. Not that she would ever wear anything like that to work—if she even owned it—but this was a fantasy, so she pressed on.
“Nice,” he said of the outfit, raking his gaze from her shoulders to her knees.
“Thanks, but that’s not what I need to show you.” He raised his sandy-colored eyebrows in anticipation. “I’m all eyes, sweet thing. What have you got for me?”
She gave a teasing pout and glanced downward. “I hope you won’t be upset.”
“Well, let’s find out.”
Reaching down, she hooked one finger into the slit on the skirt and drew it slowly upward until her pussy was on display. “I forgot to put on my panties this morning. Very unprofessional of me. I hope you aren’t angry.” When she lifted her gaze back to his, fresh heat burned in his eyes. Her nipples turned to tiny bullets against her bra.
“Not angry,” Ty said, a slow, sexy grin growing on his face.