#WIPItUp Wednesday - 7/23/14 - Lessons in Love #WIP #Spanking #

WIP: Work in progress.  WIP it up Wednesday is a hop where writers share portions of the project they're working on with readers.  I really like the idea because it allows me to share something that's still in the creative stage as well as work behind the scenes as a prompt to keep me writing.

The manuscript I've chosen to share is tentatively titled "Lessons in Love."  It is about a wealthy business owner who believes in helping his executive admins using politically incorrect, H.R.unapproved, and therefore clandestine, Domestic Discipline techniques.  Since DD isn't for everyone, he does tend to go through admins rather frequently.  However, he also makes sure if they choose not to work for him because of his unorthodox management style, that they are given another suitable position in his company if they wish to stay, or a handsome severance package if they choose to leave.

Pam Weston has worked in Robert Peterson's company for nearly six months as a temp when she is reassigned to the President's office.  She has caught glimpses of Mr. Peterson when she temped on the executive floor, but she never expected she'd be summoned to work for him.  Pam has a criminal record and a murky past, which has made her practically unemployable, and yet now H.R. has assigned her to work for the president of their company.  She's certain this is the beginning of the end of her employment.

Even though a part of Pam Weston remained convinced she would screw up and be fired, she raised her chin and rode the elevator to the fiftieth floor as directed. She'd been ordered to report in to the handsome thirty-something man who'd made millions through his internationally famous public relations firm. She'd seen him a few times when she filled in for other admins on the executive floor, and he'd been polite, but distant. This time, however, he barely raised his head when she knocked and stepped into his office.

"Mr. Peterson. I'm Pamela Weston. H.R. sent me up here to serve as your temp."

He frowned, but gave a nod. "Do you know who Krista Rensler is?"

"Yes, sir."

"Ask her to bring you up to speed, Miss Weston. I have neither the time nor the patience to train administrative assistants in office procedures."

His dismissal acted like a slap to her face, which she was certain had turned a bright shade of red to accompany the heat of her cheeks. "Yes, sir," she murmured and went in search of Krista.

Krista Rensler was an attractive, well-dressed green-eyed blond in her late twenties who, after five years of working with the upper management of Peterson Enterprises, had an excellent grasp of the workings on the executive floor. When Pam admitted she suspected Mr. Peterson was not pleased to see another temporary, Krista gave her a conspiratorial grin

"Mr. Peterson is not in the best of moods this morning. Just ignore him. He's got a loud growl, but he won't bite as long as you don't rattle his cage."

Pam returned Krista's smile, though she was far from persuaded cage rattling was the only provocation that caused the patrician profiled executive to bite after Krista gave her a brief introduction into the man's schedule. He maintained a list of individuals with whom he didn't wish to speak, as well as those she should always tell him were on the line. One of the "must notify" on the list was a Mrs. Peterson, but Pam learned she was his mother.

With her head bent close, Krista told Pam about Celine, who was high on Peterson's must notify list. "She's a bitch of the first water, but Peterson still insists on talking to her whenever she calls, although I have no idea why. I don't think he likes her very much, either."

The other names on the list all appeared to be business associates. On the "do not disturb" list were a couple of females.

"I think he was dating Donna for a while, and there were rumors it might be serious, but then I heard she stepped out on him, so he dumped her. She still calls on occasion, and doesn't always leave her name. Whatever you do, don't let her calls go through unless you harbor a secret desire to see a human volcano."

"I thought you said he's all growl."

"Mostly, although I swear I've seen him spout fire from his ears and nostrils on occasion. You're the knight's sword and shield. Trust me these women will do anything they can to get past you, but you need to stand firm."

Hope you enjoyed the excerpt, and if I can, I'll share more next week.  Thanks for visiting.  Now go visit the other authors and see what they're sharing by either clicking one of the links below, or visiting WIP it up Wednesday.