Claimed by the Billionaire 2 & 3 Boxed Set

By Danielle Jamesen

Book 2 Description

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? 

Book 3 Description

After Bradley’s soon to be divorced wife stumbles in on Serena and he in a compromising position, Serena finds her life thrown upside down.  Suddenly, she is on tabloid magazines with the press outside her apartment, wanting to know more.

Unsure where to turn, Serena falls farther into Bradley’s arms as they try to withstand the storm that Winter caused.  But Serena is in for a bigger surprise, one with much longer lasting consequences…

• Language: English
• Publisher: Danielle Jamesen
• Release date: Aug 21, 2016
• ISBN: 9781536598902

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Claimed by the Billionaire

2 & 3

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

2

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

3

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

2

Lust

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. The meeting began and I began to tune out. Very carefully tune out. I made the applicable notes and kept track of what I could but most of what the two of them were discussing went deftly over my head.

…And we were wondering if you and your assistant could come to our convention in Las Vegas next week… Mr. Stevens was saying when I tuned back in.

I almost blurted out What? but at the last second remembered to be quiet. I glanced over at Mr. Gable.

That is short notice. Was all he said.

I hadn’t been to Vegas in about eleven years when my husband and I had gone for a trip right before Greg had been born. We hadn’t even gotten married yet, but I had already known I was pregnant, therefore left out of all the fun stuff to do in Vegas. I hadn’t had a vacation since my honeymoon. Any trips I had taken was purely for business, which meant I had been alone in strange places while my husband had attended business.

I know, Mr. Gable, but if you were to speak at our convention, I feel as though we could come to terms on this agreement you want more easily.

My eyes darted back to him hopefully, So, in short, you want me to speak at your convention free of charge for you to agree to what I want in order for our partnership to grow?

Mr. Stevens paused, playing with his tie, and then spoke, Yes, that is the short version of it.

I have no time. Mr. Gable said shortly.

At this, Mr. Stevens laughed, Oh, Mr. Gable, we all know you could make the time if you truly wanted to. Are you really going to be so stubborn over this? And deny your lovely assistant a trip to Las Vegas?

Mr. Gable’s eyes darted to me at this and I tried to look as lovely as I could, ignoring the tingles I got whenever he looked at me.

He sighed, Fine. He replied.

Wonderful. I’ll have my assistant send the details to yours. Mr. Stevens said, standing up.

They both shook hands and he saw himself out, leaving me alone with Mr. Gable. I tried to keep the smile off my face. Las Vegas! I wonder how much it had changed since I had last been there. And to be frank, it would be a trip alone with him…My eyes darted over and then darted back right away, hoping he hadn’t noticed.

Get in touch with Mr. Steven’s assistant, please, He said, sighing, They should tell you what hotel needs to be booked and when our flights are.

Yes, sir. I replied, heading for the door.

Will you be able to find someone to take care of Greg?

The personal question made me stop and look at him, Yes, I’m sure my parents would like to see him. They haven’t gotten to spend much time with him as of late…with everything going on.

Okay.  Have you been to Vegas before?

A long time ago, when I was pregnant with Greg.

He raised one eyebrow, Ah, so you’re in for a treat.

I tried not to make my face flush, Isn’t it a business trip?

Maybe. He smiled and it sent shivers through me.

I walked away with a smile on my face.

Chapter 2

Cathy took a sip of her coffee as Greg bounded off to watch TV, So, a business trip to Las Vegas, huh? Fancy!

I shook my head, I doubt it.

Greg okay staying with your parents?

Yeah, he was actually pretty excited.

Cathy glanced over at Greg who was sitting in front of the TV, trying to find his favorite cartoon, It’ll be good for him.

I think so too.

Cathy looked back at me, It’ll be good for you too.

How? I said, pouring myself a cup of coffee, It’s not like it’s a vacation.

Yeah, but, She lowered her voice as though we were kids again, about to share a secret, I’ve heard how you talk about him.

My heart thumped, Talk about who? My boss?

Yeah, your boss, silly.

I started busying myself with cleaning up the kitchen, I don’t know what you mean.

Cathy got up and walked around the counter, slinking up to me like a cat who had caught it’s prey, Come on, Serena. You’re into Bradley, aren’t you?

I have no interest in Mr. Gable. I said stiffly.

It’s so obvious though. Why even call him Mr. Gable; I bet you don’t in private.

I do, actually, I said, annoyed, Can you drop this? It’s ridiculous.

Cathy held