Wicked HOT Billionaires, Book 1
When the off-limits, drop-dead hunk of a billionaire bossman enters your office without knocking, you can scarcely remember your own name, let alone his!
Clover: I won’t ever trust an ultra-rich bossman again. Too much power, too vain, and definitely too fickle. After my heart was severely broken by my last boss, a wealthy guy just looks like ZERO fidelity in an Armani suit. I’ve changed my high-profile name, lied my way into my dream job in Boston, and sworn off office romance. Finally, everything I’ve ever wanted is within reach.
Adam: Due to a few impressive mistakes while still a young hotshot, heir to the family company, as CEO, I’m now a perfect gentleman . . . at work. But my first sight of Clover makes me want to break my company’s number one rule: No dating employees! Losing staff over anyone’s libido, including my own, is not an option. That doesn’t stop me fantasizing about clearing my desk with one hand and draping my new designer across it with the other.
Rules be damned! They can get away with having an office affair, right? It’s just for fun. For sex and heart-pounding satisfaction — until it’s more than that. Until hearts start to shatter.
While figuring out what really matters, can Adam and Clover sort out the truth from a billion little lies?
What you will enjoy in A BILLION LITTLE LIES . . .
$ Billionaire alpha hero with a great Beacon Hill house
♥ Smart, feisty heroine who is not who she seems
$ He falls first
♥ Her arrogant ex-boyfriend, the cheating scum!
$ A few of his former flames hanging around
♥ STEAMY forbidden office romance
$ Second and third chances
♥ NO cliffhangers, NO frustration, ALL THE FEELS!
Please enjoy this excerpt:
Adam Bonvier knows how to push my buttons and not in a good way. Not in a yes, right there! Do that again way. Although I have a feeling that could be true, too. At this moment, however, he is button-pushing in a that freaks me out and makes me want to get in my car and drive fast and far type of way.
Because I want him too much.
That’s the problem with billionaire playboys. They are button-pushers because they can be. Handsome, sexy, button-pushers!
So when the elevator doors open and I realize my new boss, Mr. Bonvier, is the only occupant, I freeze like my favorite raspberry-chocolate-chip ice cream. He’s supposed to be in his private lift that travels up and down the other end of the building. His building in Boston’s financial district, near the harbor.
Adam Bonvier definitely shouldn’t be making us minions nervous by riding in one of our worker-bee elevators.
I glance behind me, hoping for a buffer. But it’s already a quarter after six and my team of designers have long-since vacated the building.
Stunned into silence, I stare at the boss, and he stares back at me before flashing his impressively lopsided grin — Pushing. All. My. Buttons. He is too good looking, too smart, too much in control of my financial existence, and I am far too affected by him.
None of this is good for my continued employment, nor is the fact that we recently kissed.
An impossibly stupid, mutually desired, incredible, sparks-flying kiss!
The elevator doors start to close. Adam reaches out and blocks it. I’ve never liked doing that, irrationally believing my arm will be crushed. But the doors just bounce back, sliding open again.
“Are you coming?” he asks, his tone utterly neutral, the opposite of the clanging sirens and fizzing fireworks going on inside me.
Stiffly, I nod and step into the suddenly too-small space before turning to face the closing doors.
Coincidentally, we had a conversation a week earlier about elevator etiquette. I said some weird and paranoid stuff simply to fill the empty air because we had just shared that ill-advised, unexpected, and crazy-awesome kiss, reducing me to a babbling twit.
However, having already turned my life into a dumpster fire once before by falling in love with my previous boss, I will never get close to doing that again. Not with this boss. Not with any man who has the power to kick my ass to the curb and take away my job.
Tonight, I keep my eyes forward, counting the seconds until I can escape.
Then he touches me. More than touches. Through the fabric of my blouse, it feels like he runs the pad of his thumb down my shoulder blade.
I swear he did, although when I jump and look around, he’s scrolling on his cell phone, leaning against the corner, seemingly oblivious to my presence. Had I imagined it?
Was he toying with me, making my nerve endings jangle, or had my bra strap simply shifted? All I know is that his close presence is messing with my sanity.
And why is that? Because of the prior encounter in which our hands had been all over one another and our lips had been crushed together like pages of a book. Adam Bonvier is fully aware of what I’m feeling tonight as I stand primly with my back to him. He knows I am perfectly ready to let him take me up against the elevator wall.
Just hit the big red stop button and go for it!
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