In Love with a Ruthless, Calloused Billionaire 1: Hiring Ms. Divorced: In Love with a Ruthless, Calloused Billionaire, #1

By Aubrey A. Monroe

Hazel Norris had sworn off relationships—and men. After divorcing her ex-husband (after finding out he cheated) she was determined to stand-up on her own two feet and become the independent woman she needed to be. And that required finding a job.

Taking up the role as the billionaire executive Dante Santino’s secretary; Hazel was not prepared to find a sizzling passion that ignited between them. She was more than willing to ignore the spark; but her boss seemed to have a different perspective because he suddenly had an urge to possess her!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Aubrey A. Monroe
• Release date: Aug 24, 2016
• ISBN: 9781536529838

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In Love with a Ruthless, Calloused Billionaire

1

Hiring Ms. Divorced

Aubrey A. Monroe

Copyright © 2016 by Aubrey A. Monroe. 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 - The famous, billionaire boss

CHAPTER 2 - The New Secretary

CHAPTER 3 - First Day

CHAPTER 4 - The Charity Ball

CHAPTER 5 - Sharing a Passionate Night

CHAPTER 1 -

The famous, billionaire boss

Were here, ma'am, the old taxi driver declared in his gruff voice.

Hazel Norris shook herself out of her hazy mind, and grabbed her leathery bag off the seat. The smell of the dusty air conditioner mingled with the smell of the lavender air fresher, making her light-headed as her fingers made its work around her messy bag. It was so unlike her, being all messy and unorganized. She was always used to finding her stuff—like her purse—easily. Probably her nerves were causing her to become this discombobulated. Only when she got the call saying she was in for an interview, all manners and being decent—especially neatness—flew out the window. She jumped up-and-down and even skipped. Skipped! Like a little school girl she had once been, while she had called her gay best friend George. Excitement had gotten the best of her, and it seemed like it was not such a good idea to get herself lost in her giddy emotions again.

Here it is, Hazel said in relief when finally grasped her purse. After a long ten minutes of prodding, moving things aside and breaking a nail or two, she had finally found her purse and she immediately pulled out a few twenties to pay the taxi driver. It might have even more than he expected to be paid, but she did not care in the least. She had gotten an interview as a secretary; the kind of job most people wanted if you came from nothing—like she did. The driver muttered something incoherent, but Hazel disregarded it and climbed out of the bright yellow car. Slamming the door behind her, she stopped right there—taking in the sight of her soon-to-be work place. No more trying to land jobs in dining tables, no more rude customers who never tipped her hospitably, and no more having to serve rich pricks. She may have no experience within the working field; many thanks to her ex-husband whom she had