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Billionaire Boss: Part One: Billionaire Boss, #1
Billionaire Boss: Part One: Billionaire Boss, #1
Billionaire Boss: Part One: Billionaire Boss, #1
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Billionaire Boss: Part One: Billionaire Boss, #1

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An interview that changed her life…

Faith is willing to do whatever it takes to get—and keep—a position with Lawrence and Associates. The job requirements are more satisfying than she could have ever guessed, but while sensual games are encouraged, falling in love is against the rules.

She must protect her heart…

Above all, Faith’s sexy, mysterious boss, Mr. Lawrence, is off-limits. To sign on for a long term deal, Faith will have to dig deep, and find the strength to walk away.

Will her boss be strong enough to bring her back?

LanguageEnglish
PublisherTiffany Allee
Release dateFeb 8, 2017
ISBN9781386487098
Billionaire Boss: Part One: Billionaire Boss, #1

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Billionaire Boss - Tiffany Allee

Chapter One

Faith wanted the job so badly she could taste it.

Seeing the office decided it. Not only was it nicely decorated with furniture that suggested they’d actually be able to pay their employees as promised, the air conditioning was divine.

Financial health was important, especially considering her last job—as a secretary for a small fly-by-night injury attorney—still hadn’t paid her for her last month in their employ. Collecting had been pretty much impossible when they’d simply closed up shop and neglected to tell her. And it wasn’t like she had money to track them down.

Before she’d even bothered to send a resume in for this job, she’d checked and double-checked that they were on the up and up with the friend who’d offered her their apparently secret fax number. He’d reassured her that not only were they solvent, they’d been around for decades.

Of course, things had changed in the last couple of weeks. Her checking account balance said she’d have to interview for this job even if the place had been furnished with folding chairs.

Nervously, she tugged at the expensive skirt-suit she’d maxed her credit card out to purchase, and gave the receptionist a polite smile when the woman said Mr. Lawrence would be with her in a few minutes.

Nice office, she told the woman—Tara, according to the nameplate. Buxom and blonde, she was more beautiful than anyone Faith had ever seen up close. But she seemed nice enough, and she flashed her big, bright teeth at Faith’s comment.

It’s a very nice office. Tara winked, then laughed. Her slight southern accent softened what seemed to be an inside joke.

Faith didn’t get the joke, but she chuckled politely and did her best to pretend she wasn’t pretending. She needed this job, and if she had to laugh at jokes she didn’t understand to get it, she would.

It had been a hell of a month. Not only had she not been paid for her last few weeks of work, her boyfriend had split the second she’d suggested he start paying half the rent, since he crashed at her place pretty much every night he wasn’t passed out drunk on one of his buddies’ couches. To be honest, she hadn’t been too sorry to see him go, but she did miss the sex and the companionship.

Well, mostly just the sex. Her pet goldfish Puff was nearly as good a conversationalist as her ex.

He’s a little behind today with all the interviews. Can I get you something to drink? Coffee? Water? We have some sodas, but I’ll have to check what kinds.

I’d take a water, if you don’t mind.

Sure thing, hon.

Faith did her best not to fidget, forcing in a deep breath and trying to remember all the things her mom used to tell her about survival. You do what you have to, baby girl. I’ve no doubt you can do anything you have to in order to survive.

Blinking back the sudden moisture in her eyes at the thought of her mother, she smiled at Tara. The receptionist gave her a reassuring smile and handed her a bottle of water.

Thank you. She stood and accepted the water, then the sound of a door closing made her pause. A few seconds later, a man appeared from the hallway.

Tall and broad-shouldered, he filled the room the moment he entered it. His dark hair was cut in a close business cut, but waved a bit on the top. A tailored suit adorned his body, simultaneously professional and sexy. Dark blue eyes locked on hers, and the ability to breathe escaped her for a few seconds.

She stepped forward to shake his hand—he had to be Mr. Lawrence, because she couldn’t see this man being anything but the boss.

Gaze sliding away from hers, he halted and turned. Thank you again for coming by. We’ll be in touch. He shook a diminutive Asian woman’s hand. The pretty woman smiled at him shyly and turned to leave.

Faith clenched her hands into fists at her sides. What the hell was wrong with her? Sure, he was an impressive-looking man, but she hadn’t even noticed the woman walking beside him. Being that unobservant wasn’t likely to get her the job, for crying out loud.

So embarrassing.

Miss Wilson? His gaze swept over her, evaluating, but his expression didn’t reveal a thing.

She gave him a quick nod, unable to find her voice.

This way. Briskly, he turned from her and headed down the hall, not bothering to make sure she followed.

Rushing after him, she tried to clear her thoughts. This job wasn’t optional—she needed it. Get your brain together, Faith.

His office was huge, with tall ceilings, decorated in a very masculine manner with dark, oversized furnishings. The desk stood in the middle of the room, facing the door. If it had been her office, she would have faced it toward the amazing view of Lake Michigan. Floor-to-ceiling windows revealed the dark water below.

Breathtaking.

You like the view.

It hadn’t sounded like a question, but she answered him anyway. It’s incredible. I’m surprised you don’t turn your desk to face it.

A hint of a smile touched his lips, and a surge of elation hit her. She’d amused him, and the man didn’t smile

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