Claimed by the Billionaire 2: Lust: Claimed by the Billionaire, #2

By Danielle Jamesen

When Serena ends up on a business trip in Las Vegas with Mr. Gable, she’s excited but nervous to be the guy who has been such a fixture of her fantasies.  She can’t believe it when there is a room mix up and they have to share a room.

But when things take a serious turn, Serena can’t help but wonder if she has gotten in over her head.  Is she making a mistake on following her heart over her brain? 

• Language: English
• Publisher: Danielle Jamesen
• Release date: Aug 21, 2016
• ISBN: 9781536506532

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Claimed by the Billionaire

2

Lust

Danielle Jamesen

Copyright © 2016 by Danielle Jamesen. All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used, reproduced, distributed or transmitted in any form without the prior written consent of the author.

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Characters, names, places, incidents and events are either the products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any similarity to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

Table of Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 1

I watched the rain fall through the window that was closest to my desk. It splattered against the window, the clouds dark and angry. It was day four of this endless rain and it made me tired. It made Greg cranky too, I realized, having dealt with one of his temper tantrums this morning about going to school.

Mr. Gable had been in his office all day, as usual. It had been a full two weeks since our almost kiss in his office and me finding out his date had really been him just meeting about his divorce. Things had been strictly professional since then although he was a nightly fixture in all my fantasies. In fact, what I had for him before – a crush, a flame, whatever word you wanted to use – had seemingly grown tenfold since he distanced himself from me.

Gone was his invites to lunch or offers to do a meeting on Monday morning. He was clearly avoiding me. If I hadn’t known he had been meeting about his divorce two weeks ago, I would have thought he despised me.

But I knew better and being alone had made me abnormally confident. (Most likely due to the fact that I didn’t actually have to speak to him or interact with him in any manner that would test this new found confidence.) Mr. Gable had a meeting in ten minutes with some investors but I had everything already prepared in the meeting room that was down the hallway at my right. I yawned, which I quickly stifled as the door behind me opened.

Serena, Mr. Gable said and I turned around to look at him, Can you sit in the meeting today?  I’ll need someone to take down notes and clear the calendar.

Of course. I said, nodding.

He looked extra good today, I thought to myself. His hair was slicked back which was the only thing I didn’t care for. I liked it better when he had his hair messy and tousled, like the day of my interview. But other than that, Mr. Gable wore a perfectly tailored suit with a tie that looked like something I could have afforded back before I became poor. He carried himself with such an easy confidence that usually would have been off putting, but in his way was more entrancing than anything else.

He headed off towards the meeting room, Show him in when he gets here.

Yes, sir. I said after him but he didn’t turn back around.

It was ten minutes later on the dot when the man showed up, Mr. Stevens, from some investor company that wanted to meet with Mr. Gable directly. I have to admit it that I hadn’t paid much attention when I set up the meeting. I just didn’t find it interesting and I was discovering that I had a talent for catching the most important details with the smallest amount of effort.

I led Mr. Stevens to the meeting room, with a large mahogany table, a flat screen TV over it and a mini bar off to the side, like something from the 1950s. Mr. Gable had his tablet in front of him, as well as one phone off to one side (his business phone, he told me) and another one he was slipping in his pocket (his personal phone, wonder what he was doing on that one?).

I sat down next to Mr. Gable, who slid the tablet to me. I brought up his calendar and on it as well as a section for notes and got ready.

Mr. Gable cleared his throat and leaned over to me as Mr. Stevens sat down, Mrs. Warden?

Yeah? I replied, flicking my gaze up to him.

Would you like to see if Mr. Stevens would like a drink?

Oops. I stood up quickly, almost dropping the tablet, asking Mr. Stevens if he’d like a drink. He said no and smiled kindly at me, like I was the daft girls they hired back when he was staring out, which, judging by his age, was roughly eighty years ago.