Wicked Games

"How did your date go last night?" A disembodied voice interrupts the otherwise perfect silence of my office. My assistant, Olivia, has left her intercom on again. I meant to warn her about that the last time it happened, but then I got busy with work and forgot about it entirely. At least I did until her friend from HR, the frizzy blonde, showed up.
What date? Olivia never mentioned that she's seeing someone. Not that it would be appropriate to discuss her personal life with her boss, but still. We’ve developed a friendship, I thought. In the least, a tolerable working environment.
If she’s dating some clod, I need to know these things. Good assistants are hard to find. There’s a twinge under my ribs. Hmmm. Must be heartburn.
It's time to shake things up around here. If I don't make a move soon, that managing mama of hers will finally fix her up with someone who isn't a degenerate or a reject, and I'll lose her forever. As my assistant, of course.

*This is an age gap office romance that turns out to be more than fun and games. There is no sharing, no cheating, no other man or other woman drama. It comes with a sticky-sweet, guaranteed happily ever after.
Tropes include, but are not limited to:
*Age Gap
*Billionaire Bosshole
*Oh, No! Only one bed!
*Forced proximity
*Office romance

My little sister hijacked my gym's yoga studio for a pole dancing class. I've just walked in to find her best friend, Remi, doing some kind of slow hip roll as she braces her hands on the pole while thrusting her hips in the air. I'm going to be seeing that move in my dreams later. On repeat.
"Did you put her up to this?" I really should be more careful. Jen has always been quick; she's not going to miss my interest in her friend.
Her eyes narrow on me as she blots sweat away from her brow. "Why do you ask?"
I glare down my nose at her. "She's the receptionist. She's supposed to be working." There. That sounds reasonable. Like I’m a concerned boss and not at all like I’m a possessive caveman.
"It's her day off, and yes, I might've dared her to take the pole dancing class, but I didn't know she'd be so awesome at it. Look at her. She's a natural." Yeah, and that's the problem. Most of my clientele and all of my trainers are pressed against the yoga studio's window admiring Remi's natural talent. It's irritating, to say the least.
Remi's a sweet girl. Sunshine to my grumpy. She's also ten years younger than me and has been friends with my sister for years. I’ve managed to keep my dirty thoughts and my hands to myself. Up until the moment I see my good girl swinging around on a pole like she's been doing it for years and fueling all my filthiest fantasies about her. Now I'm wondering if Remi is a natural at giving lap dances, too.
I've kept my sister's best friend in this box labeled 'untouchable' for years. Now I'm one hip thrust away from ripping the lid off that box permanently.
*This is a short, steamy, age gap romance with no cheating, no sharing, no other man/woman drama and a guaranteed, sticky-sweet happily ever after.
*Age gap
*Best friend’s brother romance
*Innocent heroine
*Sneaking around
*Fitness romance
*Workplace romance
*Protective hero
*Small town
*Truth or dare