The Billionaire's Allure (Billionaire Erotic Romance)

By Vivian Leigh

The highlight of Kate’s day is passing the mysterious stranger as she treks to her office. He fuels the fantasies that make her job worthwhile, and she doesn’t even know he’s the powerful, billionaire CEO of the company. When he confronts her in the stairwell one day, she discovers that their attraction is mutual, and he’s not afraid to do something about it.

When he offers her a position as his personal assistant, it seems too good to be true. She soon learns that the job includes satisfying his every desire, and she has a terrible decision to make.

This 8500 word erotic romance is for adults only. It’s taut, fast paced and dripping with steamy sex! If a hot night with the world’s sexiest man isn’t your idea of a good time, The Billionaire’s Allure may be too much to handle.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Vivian Leigh
• Release date: Sep 12, 2012
• ISBN: 9781301254248

Vivian Leigh

Vivian Leigh is a mild mannered CPA by day and a raunchy smut slinger by night. She enjoys chocolate ice cream, pretty sunsets, gang bangs and chianti.

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The Billionaire’s Allure

By

Vivian Leigh

Copyright 2012 Vivian Leigh

All rights reserved

Smashwords Edition

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The back stairwell of Adamson Aerospace was my favorite place in the building. It gave me a few moments of privacy every morning as I climbed to my cubicle, and in the bustle of Washington, those were precious moments. The wide windows and stunning view didn’t hurt, but the best part was passing the handsome stranger every morning.

He sat in the same place every day, a private balcony off the building’s café, the one only available to level As and above. He screamed power with his strong jaw line, tailored suits and handmade shoes. I knew he was so far out of my league that I was lucky to even see him, but in my fantasies it didn’t matter. Underneath the well-made shoes and expensive suit was a sturdy body--a body ready and willing to engage in every naughty fantasy I could imagine. They were my fantasies; why shouldn’t I pick the best looking man in town?

After four years in a grueling undergrad program, I was a professional fantasizer. I barely had time to date, not that I was asked much growing up. Who could blame the boys, after all? A plump book worm wasn’t as sexy as a cheerleader. Now, on my own in the real world, I was struggling to stay ahead of the workload my bosses kept piling on me. I may have lost a few pounds, but I didn’t have enough time for relationships, and I had never been the sort to have a one night stand. I couldn’t help the fantasies, though. The thought of a man like that pressing his body to mine made my heart beat a little faster.

I licked my lips and hurried past him, my eyes drinking in his image. He couldn’t be much past thirty, but somehow he was able to take his breakfast on the private balcony. I watched him from the stairwell as I passed, adding fuel to my fantasies, without him ever knowing I was there.

As I turned the corner and went a level above, I paused, and gazed down. A newspaper lay spread before him, a fruit cup and glass of orange juice beside it. I imagined his breath on my neck, his strong fingers holding my arms. It made me warm just thinking about it.

Without warning, he looked up and met my eyes. I gasped. His dark hair, stubbled cheeks, and deep blue eyes pierced through my