The Billionaire's Allure 3

By Vivian Leigh

Kate’s role as personal assistant to the billionaire Aaron Adamson takes a frightening twist when she learns that their next meeting is in North Korea. With Adamson guiding her she thinks she can handle anything, but she’s completely unprepared for the intrigue of Pyongyang.

When there’s a coup at the Ministry of Defense, it pushes their relationship to the breaking point. Forced into a choice between her freedom and her relationship with Adamson, every move she makes is likely to be the wrong one.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Vivian Leigh
• Release date: Nov 11, 2012
• ISBN: 9781301656813

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 3

By

Vivian Leigh

Copyright 2012 Vivian Leigh

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Adamson’s glass of scotch vibrated on the table attached to his seat, the low rumble of the G5’s engines mixing with the mild turbulence. The gentle vibrations helped to sooth my concerns about visiting North Korea without a visa. Flying into Pyongyang without telling the US State Department wasn’t something a sane person did. Aaron Adamson wasn’t just anyone, though. He was my boss and the ultra-rich CEO of Adamson Aerospace, the multi-billion dollar defense contractor.

You’re not worried, are you? he asked.

I forced myself to smile. Maybe a little. Are they going to check our passports?

We won’t even have to present identification. It’s all covered.

He seemed so confident, even in the face of one of the most hostile countries on the planet. The ice in his scotch clinked as he swirled the liquid. Really, we’ll be fine. The idea is to get in, confirm the sale and get out.

Do you actually have missiles on the plane? I looked around, wondering where they would fit.

No. This is a business trip. The missiles will be delivered separately once we’ve safely left.

I sank back into the recliner, wriggling my shoulders into the plush leather. That’s good. I imagine they would have been hard to explain to the customs agents.

Adamson looked at me, his blue eyes boring through me as his brow furrowed. I could almost see him thinking. Finally, his lips twitched into a slight grin. That was a joke, right?

I shrugged. It hadn’t been, but I wasn’t about to correct him. Instead, I scooped the tablet from the pocket on the side of my chair. A few jabs brought up my calendar so I could review the meetings Adamson had sent after he had announced our change of destination.

We were landing in the late evening, only half an hour later than