Billionaires’ Charm - MFM Menage Romance

By Grace Rawson

Victoria Holloway, owner of This Little Coffee Shop in New York City, is a twenty-four year old business woman who thinks her shop is doing fantastic. She is already planning on expansion, but then she is a workaholic, as her best friend and chief employee Donna often says. Victoria is living a good life that only looks like getting better, if she can only avoid complications. 

Then, a handsome business tycoon by the name of Max Steele comes into her shop. Life can get complicated when you catch the eye of a billionaire. What can a man like him possibly want with her, a mere small business woman? She is not bad-looking at all, but still, a man like him could have his pick of any woman in the world. Falling for him in return is not exactly a part of Victoria's business model either.

Victoria soon finds herself up on the wrong side of a new mob boss, which is another complication! So when she has a romantic interest from a billionaire and violent interest from a mob boss it makes for too many complications. Anything can happen, and probably will, but can her charm survive it?

Complete short story, no cliffhangers.

• Language: English
• Publisher: American Billionaire Romance Novels
• Release date: Nov 14, 2018
• ISBN: 9781386925538

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Billionaires’ Charm

Chapter 1: Strange Beginnings

H ere is your cappuccino sir, and your mocha will be coming right up. I smiled at the well-dressed patron as I handed him the small cup. My friend and employee Donna was finishing the mocha for the other man sitting at the table.

Thank you Vicky. Is that short for Victoria? He asked after reading my name tag. His piercing blue eyes returned to meet mine. I had to give him credit, it was the only time he had looked at my chest. His eyes were amazing though.

Yes it is, you can just call me Vicky, everyone does. He smiled a devastatingly handsome smile, which with his blue eyes could entrance a woman if she were not careful. His black hair was swept back and fit his chiseled features. Out of my reach though, I thought to myself. By the cut of his gray suit he had some serious money; that was also shown by his ring and cufflinks.

The other man at the table got up and came over as Donna walked down with the mocha.

Here you are sir, she said with her own cute smile. He too was a handsome man. Short, red hair with rugged features and a ready smile. He wore a suit without a tie and it looked a little mussed, if clean. Both men looked like they were in good shape by the way their clothes hung on them.

Thank you, Miss. How much do I owe you?

That will be eight dollars and forty five cents. The redhead pulled out a money clip and peeled off a ten and told me to keep it. I thanked him.

So, do you ladies like working here?

I do, it is a fun job, I answered.

Yeah, it is a good job, said Donna. Vicky is a great boss though and that makes a difference. The man’s eyebrows went up and he looked a little embarrassed.

Oh sorry, you are the manager.

I am also the owner, I told him. He grinned.

I must remind myself to avoid making assumptions. My name is Max, and my friend here is Axel. You have a lovely shop Vicky and equally lovely employees. He was pretty charming. I could see his interest in me contained in his gaze and polite smile. Axel seemed to be giving me a subtle once over as well.

Thank you Max. It is always nice to hear it, I am proud of the place. I opened in the winter and we are still doing well even with the better spring weather. Axel was interested in the pastries and Donna went with him to the other end of the counter where the display was, to help him decide. She was always a little flirty. It was good for business and fun to watch. Although something about Max kept my attention.

I have seen you in here before, Max, so tell me, what brings you back? Is it the atmosphere, or the location? I like feedback and I would appreciate any critique you can give me. I heard myself saying. Great Vic, I told myself silently, now you are flirting too.

Both I think. I work nearby and I am addicted to your cappuccinos. He turned and looked over the place. He pointed at some of the paintings, mostly water colors that adorned the walls.

It is a calm place without being boring. The jazz is a good choice by the way. No lyrics to distract, but not so downbeat it chases away customers. He finished his critique. I had to admit I was pleased with his response.

"Thank you again. That was actually why I chose it.