His Horny Lizard by L. K. Rayne

There’s nothing quite like spending a Friday night teasing the CEO’s lizard. It’s not like I have anything better to do. I certainly wouldn’t rather be tossing back drinks at happy hour with my best friend or catching up on the latest season of “The Bachelorette.”

But what’s a lowly intern to do? Sure, it’s sad that my career ended up here—feeding a pet that lives in more luxury than I’ll ever see in my sorry life, but this job is the last thing standing between me and the unemployment line.

So I suck it up and put my big girl panties on. Except, when the little horny Houdini decides to make a break for it, I’m suddenly knee deep in lizard doo-doo.
Guess it’s time to own up to my mistakes, pack up my desk, and slink away with my tail between my legs…
Yeah, I don’t think so. Kay Denko doesn’t slink away from anything.

So I do what any underpaid and overworked corporate grunt would do. I replace the lizard with a double. I mean, what are the chances that some rich out-of-touch CEO will even notice?
Turns out that chances are pretty high when the CEO in question is Rhett Pryce. Yes. That Rhett Pryce. Eyes that miss nothing. Abs like half a pack of Chiclets. Smirk devilish enough to make Lucifer himself blush like a little girl. Yep, that’s him.

And—go figure—that Rhett Pryce didn’t earn his reputation as “the Dragon” by being soft, huggable, and forgiving; he earned it by breathing fire and eating maidens.
So when that Rhett Pryce learns of my little switcheroo, I discover that the difference between a dragon and a lizard is more than just the size of their tails…