The Billionaire Boss's Temptation 3: Surrender to Love: The Billionaire Boss's Temptation, #3

By Lexi Black

The hot, sweet steam that rises from the fresh cup of tea clenched between my fingers, helps clear my blocked, swollen sinuses a little. I gaze down at the wooden kitchen table top through burning, blurry eyes, my vision fuzzy and distorted through the last of the tears I’ve been crying for God knows how long.

As I begin to finally regain my senses and awareness, I realise with a shock that this must be at least the fifth cup of tea my housemate, Gina, has patiently made for me, and that while I’ve been sat here, weeping and drinking slurpily, the morning sun has fully risen and now shines in at me through the small kitchen window, illuminating what I can only imagine to be my very mascara-streaked, puffy and unattractive face. What a wretched state I must look - and all over an obnoxious, ass-hole of a man.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lexi Black
• Release date: Aug 30, 2016
• ISBN: 9781536584127

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The Billionaire Boss's Temptation

3

Surrender to Love

Lexi Black

Copyright © 2016 by Lexi Black. 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 ONE - A Good Friend

CHAPTER TWO - Initiation

CHAPTER THREE - Four Weeks Later

CHAPTER FOUR - London

CHAPTER FIVE - Forgive and Forget

EPILOGUE - One Year Later

CHAPTER ONE - A Good Friend

The hot, sweet steam that rises from the fresh cup of tea clenched between my fingers, helps clear my blocked, swollen sinuses a little. I gaze down at the wooden kitchen table top through burning, blurry eyes, my vision fuzzy and distorted through the last of the tears I’ve been crying for God knows how long.

As I begin to finally regain my senses and awareness, I realise with a shock that this must be at least the fifth cup of tea my housemate, Gina, has patiently made for me, and that while I’ve been sat here, weeping and drinking slurpily, the morning sun has fully risen and now shines in at me through the small kitchen window, illuminating what I can only imagine to be my very mascara-streaked, puffy and unattractive face. What a wretched state I must look - and all over an obnoxious, ass-hole of a man.

I glance up at the ticking, guitar shaped clock hung precariously next to the corkboard on the wall, and find that it’s very nearly 8am - I’ve been sat here for two whole hours! My hurt and anger are instantly replaced with embarrassment and shame, and I glance up apologetically at Gina, who has been sat silently and comfortingly opposite me throughout this entire episode.

I’m so sorry Gina! I exclaim sniffily. You must think I’m such a pathetic mess.

Gina, who, despite the earliness of the hour, looks gorgeous with her perfectly curled hair, slides from her stool and walks around the table before putting a friendly arm around my shoulder.

You’re a mess no doubt, but a hot mess. She teases gently in her warm Scottish accent, pulling me to her in a one armed hug.

But how could I have been so stupid? I mumble into the soft, flannel material of Gina’s dressing gown, which my face is currently pressed into.

Oh don’t beat yourself up babe. She rubs my shoulder tenderly. It’s not your fault. I mean, look at me - I kissed more than my fair share of frogs before I found my George. She consoles me. George - another of my housemates and the drummer in their band ‘The Shrieking Eels’ - is a quiet, withdrawn, somewhat moody sort of guy, but all around is a very decent and talented bloke, and the perfect balance to the wild, in-your-face Gina.

Now. Gina begins, stepping out of the hug and holding me by the shoulders to look square into my puffy, red rimmed eyes. You want to talk about it babe? Tell me what this dick head has done to you.

After one last steadying sip of Earl Grey, it all comes spilling uncontrollably out of me like a verbal waterfall- the whole story of the business trip with my billionaire boss, Logan Norse, from the moment I had last stepped out of this house.

I tell her in detail about the grandeur of it all - Logan’s private jet; being chauffeured everywhere; the hotel in Chicago; the shopping in Chicago (Gina’s eyes widened in girly interest at this point, but just like the good friend that she is, she kept her mouth shut and let me babble on); the restaurants and the intimate rooftop show and dinner that Logan had arranged for the two of us.

I tell her about the demeaningness and shameful humiliation of it all - the way