The Billionaire's Allure 2

By Vivian Leigh

When the handsome billionaire Aaron Adamson takes his new assistant on her first business trip to New York, she expects the trip to include more opportunities to get to know him better, but she’s frustrated to discover that he’s focused on a new business deal.

When Kate meets another assistant at one of Adamson’s corporate partners, she’s shocked to learn that Adamson has been through several assistants in the last year. Worried about her new job and confused by her new boss, Kate has to keep her wits about her while navigating an international arms deal, or end up as an unemployed paralegal.

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We entered the elevator and I punched the button for the ground floor. That bitch hadn’t even acknowledged my presence. Turn the other cheek, Kate. She’s no one.

On the way down, I could feel William’s eyes on me. I watched him in the reflection of the door, and saw that it wasn’t just a feeling—his eyes roamed up and down my body. I wasn’t sure if Adamson noticed it or not, but he didn’t say anything as we went through security and left the building.

“William, go to the Hilton and gather our luggage,” Adamson said. “We’ll be at Teterboro by five. Be there and be ready for two weeks of travel.”

“Yes, sir.” William peeled off to hail a cab.

I breathed a sigh of relief when he was gone.

“It’s not Citronelle, but the chef used to work for me,” Adamson said, as we walked.

“Sounds great,” I said. I couldn’t tell if he knew that William was creeping me out, or if he really did want to hurry. Either way, I wasn’t going to complain.

We stopped at a little Italian place. The low awning, dusty windows and half dozen tables with checkerboard tablecloths seemed chintzy, but Adamson’s rapid-fire exchange of Italian with the chef as we entered gave me hope. That the chef was working in a kitchen open to the rest of the restaurant gave me even more hope.

A waiter rose from where he was reading a paperback in the corner and brought us an unlabeled bottle of wine and a basket of steaming bread. He sauntered back to his book, leaving us alone.

“I told Marco to make us whatever was fresh,” Adamson said. He sipped his wine and smiled with approval.

“What time do we need to leave for Tokyo?”

“Whenever we’re done shopping. We’ll have to stop in Alaska for fuel.”

“How long is the flight?”

“Thirteen hours or so with the stop.”

The waiter came over and deposited a pair of chipped plates. “Can I get you anything else?” he asked.

“We’re good,” Adamson said.

“You’ll need a suit, skirt suit and hiking clothes. A swimsuit and an evening gown wouldn’t hurt, either.”

“Hiking clothes? For Tokyo?”

Adamson gazed at me levelly. “Tokyo isn’t our only stop. John and Owen don’t need to know about all of our business.”

“What, are we selling to both sides?”

“Both sides plus an interested third party.”

I cocked an eyebrow. A third party? Taiwan? Korea?

“We’ll speak about it later.”

• Language: English
• Publisher: Vivian Leigh
• Release date: Sep 25, 2012
• ISBN: 9781301650088

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 2

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Vivian Leigh

Copyright 2012 Vivian Leigh

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The Gulfstream V gleamed white in the harsh lights attached to the hanger. The swept back wings and long nose gave the jet a rakish look, as if it yearned to be in the sky. Our limo circled the bird and stopped by the stairs that descended just behind the cockpit. Someone outside the limo pulled the door open the moment it stopped.

Good evening, Mr. Adamson. An immaculately uniformed pilot with ramrod posture held the door. He cocked his head when he saw me. You have a guest?

My new assistant, Aaron Adamson, billionaire CEO of Adamson Aerospace, said.

I waved. I’m Kate.

Very good, ma’am. Pleased to have you. I’m Frank. He closed the door behind me. I followed Adamson up the steps into the plane. Frank followed us, our bags clutched in each hand.

Frank is former Air Force, Adamson said. He flew C37s before I lured him away.

That’s the Air Force version of the G5?

Correct. Adamson turned right at the top of the stairs and led me into the cabin.

My breath caught in my throat. For an airplane buff, the Gulfstream V was the lushest ride in the sky. Adamson Aerospace’s jet didn’t disappoint. Four leather recliners faced each other in the front of the cabin. Polished wood panels covered the walls. A wall containing a bar and a door with a golden handle blocked the back third of the plane. Adamson crossed to the bar against the rear wall.

Another drink? he asked.

I don’t know if I can handle anything else. The wine at dinner had left more tipsy than I wanted to admit, and I didn’t want to make a fool of myself, not in the first eight hours of my new job.

He opened a door and withdrew a bottle of water. It’s not all alcohol.

Maybe a water, I said.

We’re cleared for take-off already, Frank said, from the entryway. At this time of night, we should be on the ground in Teterboro in forty-five minutes. He set my bag before