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  Table of Contents

  Contents

  Hidden Desires

  Foreword

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Includes Romance Box Set:

  Tangled Hearts (Lesbian Romance)

  Just Let Go (Lesbian Romance)

  College Educated (Taboo Lesbian Romance)

  Just Peachy (Lesbian Romance)

  Searching for Her Golden Girl (Lesbian Romance)

  Healed by Her (Lesbian Romance)

  The CEO’s Assistant (Taboo Lesbian Romance)

  More Than Stepsisters (Taboo Lesbian Romance)

  Finding New Love (Lesbian Romance)

  Behind Closed Doors (Lesbian Twist)

  Holding Hope (Menage Romance)

  Message from the Author

  Hidden Desires

  By Laurie Ames

  Foreword

  ________

  Ellen Page and Molly Parker are from different worlds, but maybe that’s why they are perfect for each other.

  Ellen is a wealthy, privileged and heartless entrepreneur who manages her family’s business dynasty. Despite her seemingly perfect world, she takes no joy in concealing her fantasy as a closet submissive lesbian. That is…until she meets Molly.

  Molly is a hardworking, forthright woman that’s fast-losing hope of ever building a career in the fashion industry. When billionaire Ellen Page walks into her life and offers to invest, everything changes in a hurry. When Ellen reveals her secret lesbian fantasies, how could Molly possibly say no? But as they crash into one another, will Molly get tired of being Ellen’s dirty little secret.

  This is a scorching high heat novella that contains dominance, submission, discipline and spanking. – And lots of Romance with a HEA.

  Strong Warning: 18+ only

  Chapter One

  _________

  Let’s face it, Monday mornings suck big time.

  It’s not quite twelve o’clock yet and already I’ve been shit on by more than one cranky employee! ... thought Molly as she stared at an email on her screen. Being an assistant to the manager of one of the major fashion brands in the city has a lot of perks, however some of the coworkers were very hostile to work with.

  “Parker! Get in here.” Her battle-axe of a boss–Stella–shouted through the intercom. Molly rolled her eyes. She didn’t mind the work environment, but was the money worth it? She had applied for a raise earlier this month and had just been abruptly shut down this morning. Hence her extra annoyed mood.

  [We regret to inform you that you do not qualify for a 25% salary increase. However, your job skills will be evaluated at the end of the working year and will be reflected on your bonus.]

  She read the email again. She had been working at Lena’s designs for over four years now, she contributed, shared her ideas, shared her designs and got shut down for a raise? What the fuck! She needed to get more serious about starting her own company, she couldn’t do this shit forever.

  Her phone beeped:

  [Thanks for last night honey, will I be seeing you again tonight? -Kimmy]

  At least one part of her life wasn’t in total disarray. Her sex life. She liked it wet and juicy, but once she’d had it, it was time to move on. Poor Kimmy would have to nurse a broken heart for a while because Molly was never going to see her again.

  “Molly, where the hell are you?”

  “Coming!” She replied standing up from her desk. She walked the distance to the front of Stella’s door–which wasn’t much of a distance to begin with– and carefully knocked. She didn’t always knock before she entered, until the day when she walked in and caught her spread-eagle on the desk with a very young boyfriend. She since started knocking because that horrific scar remains permanently burned within her memory.

  “Come in.”

  “What do you want that you can’t tell me over the intercom?” Anybody else that talked to Stella like that would have been fired, but not Molly. She got away with murder and she knew it wasn’t because she was the best assistant that Stella had ever had, but because of the friendship they had cultivated through the years. She shared her most personal fears with Stella, and she with Molly. In a way for her, she was like both a best friend and a mother figure. One good thing that had blossomed from this job was meeting and getting to know her, but Molly would rather drown than let her know how much she cared for her.

  “We need to talk about your new designs,” she said.

  “Yea, I’m not doing that again.” It was decided, she wasn’t giving anymore of herself to this company. Not even if Jesus Christ came down and instructed her to–well maybe she would if that happened. Molly was a devoted Christian, which a lot of her friends didn’t understand because she was lesbian, and the church was so opposed to same sex anything.

  “Why not? We already talked about this, what’s changed?” It was almost fall season and they needed to release their fall pieces soon. Typically, the company depended on her designs but now they had shut her down for a raise.

  “Nothing, just don’t feel like sharing my intellectual property this season.” She sounded gloomy, even to her own ears. She never sounded gloomy. What was wrong with her? She scrubbed her face with her hands in a bid to get her nonchalant self-back.

  “Molly!” Stella was showing real concern. “What’s wrong, talk to me.” Stella pulled her glasses from her face; placed them on the table, a habit she did when she was preparing for a serious conversation. Molly knew she would get to the bottom of this until she said something.

  “Okay fine. I got shut down for a raise, the bank won’t give me a loan because of my bad credit score, and I’m fast losing sight of why I started here in the first place. I’m losing sight of my goals, and I’m not getting any younger.”

  “You are 24!” Stella said astonishingly.

  “I thought by now I would have my own line at least, that’s not happening.”

  Stella pursed her lips as if in thought, a hand came up to brush the blond hair from her perfectly botoxed face. “How about an investor?” She said. “That would speed things up considerably.”

  Was she kidding? Did Stella think she hadn’t thought about that?

  “No one invests in a rookie in this business, you should know that.” Molly scowled at her, then looked away.

  “Well, you are not a rookie,” Stella said. “And it so happens I have someone that might be interested.”

  “Really?” Her mouth echoed her thoughts. She didn’t dare hope that this was real, that she might at last be given a chance, a chance at her dream.

  “Yes, really. I will have to make a few calls, but it should be
fine,” she smiled.

  She knew Stella would do almost anything for her, and this alone proved it. Her long legs took her to the back of Stella’s desk before she knew what was happening.

  “What are you doing… no! ... Molly stop!” She protested when Molly pulled her from her chair and into a big bear hug. Molly couldn’t express her gratitude in any other way.

  “Muaahhhh.” She kissed Stella’s cheek. “You are the best Stella. Thank you.”

  “Let go of me … bitch!” Said Stella as she giggled like a teenager. “Set up a meeting for me and Dolce sometime this week, we want to talk collaboration.”

  “Yah!” Molly said still smiling as she strutted out of Stella’s office.

  Monday just got a whole lot better.

  Chapter Two

  __________

  A brand-new week! There was nothing she loved more. The hustle and bustle of people going to work, the meetings and the long hours. For Ellen Page, the CEO of Teckit Management, Mondays spelled money and she loved making big money. She was feeling energetic and looking extra sharp. Today she had worn her sassy dark grey suit jacket that added just the right sophistication to her unconventional white lace covered dress. She was ready to close any size business deal and currently had a $48-billion-dollar pool of assets to manage as she saw fit. She loved focusing on buying businesses and especially schmoozing chauvinistic men that often underestimated her. But her euphoria came crashing down when her phone began buzzing.

  "Are you listening to me dear?" A voice came from the iPhone she had placed firmly near her ear. Well she wasn't making money now, was she? She actually thought about hanging up but knew better.

  "Yes mother." Ellen said in an exasperated voice.

  She had a board meeting any minute now, but her mother thought it was a nice idea to call and rant about giving her some grandchildren? Sigh.

  "Ellen, you need to find the right man and get married this year." Her voice reached out to her through the speakers. “You are not getting any younger you know, right?”

  What? Oh really? She was barely thirty, what was she talking about?

  "I know mother." She agreed rolling her eyes. Another day, another blind date set up by her mother.

  “When the hell are you going to get married? We need an heir. Remember what your father said before he died.” And on went Mom's usual banter concocted since her father’s passing. It didn't matter that her father's five other wives had produced more than seven children between them, no. Her mother had been the first wife to the Sheik, and she needed a grandchild to ensure that the line didn't pass on to the other wives.

  There was a tap at the window of her Rolls-Royce. She rolled it down while still holding the phone to her ears, as her mother’s voice trailed on.

  "Madam, it’s almost 10 am," he said motioning to his watch with a cautionary look on his face.

  Oh Damn. That’s right, she thought. The meeting.

  "Mom I’ve got to go to an important meeting." She paused and listened.

  "Yea, I love you too.” And she did. Her mother was the only person she had ever truly loved in her life and that was the reason she didn’t get angry when she first started setting up dates, even after she told her she wasn't interested. She didn't care what her father had said in his will, the old man was dead and fuck it, she wasn't going to do anything she didn't want to do. But her mother, that’s different. She desperately wants to give her what she needs, even if it doesn’t sit right with her.

  As Ellen stepped out of the car, she breathed in deeply, a technique she had taught herself a long time ago to clear her head when making decisions. It was time to make some business deals. As she entered the big complex that housed the Lena’s Design Company, she thought back to a few weeks ago when her high school best friend Stella Piper had contacted her and asked if she was interested in a wonderful investment opportunity in the fashion industry. She had jumped quickly at the idea because of her immense love of fashion.

  Her phone beeped.

  The Grand Slam Hotel, 10pm. He'll be the tall, dark and handsome guy with a bright red tie.

  Her date. Great, she thought sarcastically. She didn't need this right now, especially not on a busy Monday morning.

  Chapter Three

  ___________

  Molly licked her lips at the first sight of Ellen Page. She was devastatingly hot, especially those dark liquid steel gray eyes, the cynical mouth, and the long slender expressive fingers. She appeared lithe as a cat, with a long neck, muscular shoulders and nubile breasts. She had long blonde hair and a refined, classically beautiful face; yet there was also a smoky kind of bad girl sensuousness about her. Her business attire simply smelt of money and there was a great sense of high voltage about her. Molly had met more than her fair share of hot godlike women–being attractive looking herself– but this one topped the list. She had never met anyone that managed to look so sexy and still fit into a corporate environment. Her panties were quickly becoming wetter by the second.

  Smarten up, get yourself together. That's her, Ellen Page, your investor woman, she told herself, keep it in your panties! She would just get some tonight, her friends were throwing her a birthday party and that would ease the intensity of this need, at least for a while.

  "How many months did you say this usually takes?" The hottie...Miss Page directed the question at Stella. She had totally ignored her since they started the meeting--well she acted like she was ignoring her--- but Molly had caught her eyes more than once casually sweeping over her.

  "If we start making these pieces this fall, they will be ready to launch by summer,” she replied. "This line is innovative and something that hasn't been seen in the market for a while."

  Ellen Page was flipping through her sketches as Stella talked, a blank expression on her face. What was she thinking?

  "I suggested Molly’s designs for that very purpose, she's the very best designer we have,” she praised. The woman had an impenetrable mask on her face.

  Finally, she spoke. "You know I'm new to this Stella," she said coldly. "I need someone experienced; I didn't make my money by throwing it on every Tom, Dick or Harry that thought they were a good designer.”

  "Ellen I-"

  “Didn’t you like the designs?” Molly cut Stella off before she could say anything, the sex haze she had been having for the woman now totally gone.

  “Pardon me?” The woman asked, looking genuinely surprised, like she didn’t believe Molly had the gall to address her.

  “Did you or did you not like my designs?” Molly leaned forward. Answer the question dammit! It was that simple! Why are you being such an ice queen?

  “They were acceptable.” Ellen answered arrogantly. “But these designs are the ones you made for your fall season; how do I know your summer designs are going to be able to match this?

  “Well maybe it’s the fact that I have single handedly designed the fall pieces that you see this company about to showcase,” the words rolled off her tongue. “I have worked for this company for 4 years now, and within that time our name has gone out there, not just because the clothes I design are wonderful, but because I am a kick ass marketer."

  "Molly!" Stella cautioned. But she didn’t acknowledge her, this was her future, she needed to fight for it. She kept on going. “In as much as I need your money, you need my creativity, my versatility. That is what’s going to cement you in this industry, because I am a force to be reckoned with.” She was finished, she had pitched herself, fingers crossed.

  "I'm so sorry Ellen, she didn't mean-” Stella started, but Ellen held her hand up to stop her.

  "You’re a Christian?" She asked looking at the rosary Molly always wore around her neck. All Molly could do was nod. She seemed to contemplate for a while. "So when can you start?" She asked, giving Molly a pointed look.

  "I…what?" She must not have heard correctly, this woman actually wants to hire me? She had gotten an investor? After all these years? The joy she felt at that ve
ry moment was immeasurable!

  "Well, when can you start?" She repeated.

  "I--I could start immediately,” she stammered. At the back of her mind was the birthday party her friends were holding for her, but this was more important, that could wait. At long last she was going to be releasing his very own line! The dream that she had since sixteen was finally going to become a reality.

  "Be in my office with something for me by 11am tomorrow," Ellen said. "I would want you to infuse me in the whole design process, I like to keep an eye on my investments.”

  She could keep her eyes on her all she wanted. She was still in shock about how well everything was finally coming together in her career. She was feeling giddy. The prospect of working with this incredible woman was making her feel horny as hell.