For Love or Money: A Billionaire Romance: For Love or Money, #1

By Anne Black

I’m stranded on an island with the hottest guy on earth and all I can think about is getting away from him. 

I just wanted a tropical getaway without any vapid, rich people bossing me around. As an assistant to America’s most infamous celebrity family, I get plenty of that at home. 

But instead of relaxing in paradise, I’m trapped in a hurricane with Cade Worthington, an arrogant billionaire who thinks every eligible woman should drop her panties at the sight of his bankroll. 

Cade’s used to getting everything — and everyone — he wants. But I don’t have time for his nonsense because I’m about to lose the one thing keeping my family out of trouble: my job. I need money and stability, but Cade can only offer one of those. 

So why can’t I keep my hands off him? 

The first book in the three-book “For Love or Money” series, this is a novella-length introduction.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Flirty Girl Publishing
• Release date: Mar 20, 2016
• ISBN: 9781524247737

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For Love Or Money

Book One

By Anne Black

Copyright © 2015 by Anne Black

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Cover design by Dar Albert, Wicked Smart Designs

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First edition: December 2015

CHAPTER ONE

Chapter 1

When most women find themselves in an overwater hut, the teal-blue water of the Pacific lapping gently below them, it's likely part of a dream-come-true honeymoon. When I open my eyes and survey the exact same scene, it's my worst nightmare.

The warm ocean water teeming with exotic fish, the private hot tub facing sunset after glorious sunset, the frozen tropical drinks on constant rotation, the award-winning spa with a custom menu of massages and skin treatments -- they all sound perfectly amazing. But none of them are for me. I'm just the help. The gopher. The girl who makes things happen. The one who smooths the rough spots and paves the way for success. The Gal Friday. And Saturday. And Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday, too.

Instead, all of those other things are for my employer. Or should I say, employers, because there's enough of them to keep a staff of fifteen personal assistants busy for days. I work for the Fordham family, yes that Fordham family, of reality television fame and fortune. And right now, the Fordham family is killing me.

After securing the entire Worthington resort in Tahiti for a vacation, they've decided they don't like the food. Not a single one of them can find something on the menu that satisfies her strict and ever-changing dietary restrictions. This one is gluten-free, that one is dairy-free, this one is Paleo, that one only eats every three days as part of some crazy caloric-restriction, this one only drinks organic wheat-grass smoothies because she's on a no-chew diet. And this one, me, is trying very hard to not roll her eyes right out of her head.

This vacation as I so lovingly air-quote with my hands, is really just an excuse for the family to take a free trip to an exotic location with their film crew. The five of them pretend they're relaxing, the crew documents their carefree fun in the sun and as soon as the cameras stop rolling, they all pounce on me about what a terrible time they're having and how they are dying of malnutrition because there is nothing to eat. After chastising me for not remedying this fast enough, they bury their faces in their respective phone screens, furiously tapping text messages to lord knows who.

The Fordham matriarch, Pam, waves me over for the third time in fifteen minutes. She's wearing a turquoise caftan and matching sun hat. Between the hat and her oversize Gucci sunglasses, I can see about an inch of exposed skin on her face.

Liz? Liz! she calls frantically.

God give me strength, I think as I carefully step over a taped-down bundle of cords and deftly maneuver around a camera man and some sweaty dude holding a reflector shade. What's up, Pam?

"I was just talking to Gracie and this situation is intolerable, Pam says, using her I'm so disappointed voice. She was up all night because her gluten-free cake was most certainly not gluten-free. Lacey is on the verge of a nervous breakdown because she can't get organic wheatgrass. And Macey isn't speaking to Casey because Casey ate the last of her kale chips this morning."

I'm so sorry, I say, genuinely meaning it. Trust me, no one is sorrier than me when things go wrong because I'm the one who always takes the blame and has to fix it. I gave them lists of everyone's specific dietary needs. But I think there might have been some things lost in the translation. I'll fix it right now.

That's not good enough, Pam snaps. The girls are bored. They can't eat. They want to go home.

I'm sorry, what? She did not just say they want to go home. We have three more days of shooting scheduled!

"We're leaving now. Call the pilot and tell him to have the jet ready in an hour and see to it that our things are packed."

Pam, the entire resort shut down for you guys and the crew. If you leave, it will look bad.

I'm sure you can figure something out, Liz. Girls, come on, let's change. The plane will be ready soon.

The four girls and their mother get up from their deck chairs and waltz into their suite of rooms. One of the crew members swears audibly while another starts frantically unplugging cables and wrapping cords willy-nilly. I grab my cell phone and frantically run for my own humble room in the main building. After rousing the pilot from a siesta next to the sea, I call the concierge and frantically tell her I need four bellboys in the Fordham house to pack everything up as soon as