The Big Apple: Screening the Billionaire, #2

By Sofia Rios

Mandy is a beautiful, curvy girl who took a gamble and gave up her deadbeat job at the airport to follow a stranger onto a plane. Now they've landed in New York City and Mandy is about to be swept into a whirlwind of shopping, money, and sex in the world of a billionaire!

This 6,000+ word erotic tale contains hot sex and crazy decisions. It is intended for mature audiences only!

This is the second book of the Screening the Billionaire series! Be sure not to miss A Mango Kiss and Pineapple Surprise!

Excerpt:

The door closed with a muted thump. I pulled Ben’s hand leading him deeper into the suite.
Dim light twinkled in Ben’s eyes. I could see his desire. I could sense his want. The coming sex swelled into the air and consumed us in a cloud of lust.

 

 

• Language: English
• Publisher: Sofia Rios
• Release date: Aug 23, 2013
• ISBN: 9781497783287

Book preview

The Big Apple

Author’s note: So... maybe Ben wasn’t sleeping on the plane all that time after all. He told me he was listening to music and didn’t want to disturb me while I write. (What a sweetie!) He asked what I was writing and I guess I didn’t really want to tell him yet. He didn’t mind. He just changed the topic and asked me if I got to write much. I told him the truth- No. He says to make sure I took the time for the things I loved and asked me to never let him get in the way of my writing?? I’m still not sure I believe any of this is happening.

I sat at the writing desk in my suite staring out at Central Park and thinking about the last 12 hours. It had been an unbelievable whirlwind. I still wasn’t exactly sure what it was that had made me go but, so far, I couldn’t have been happier with my decision to walk away from my job and follow a stranger onto the plane.

Ben had a car waiting when we got to New York, but calling it a car is like calling luxury yacht a rowboat. Ben had a Rolls Royce with a driver. There was a phone and a computer in the back of the car. The driver handed Ben a folder as he held the door for us. Ben spent the ride flipping through papers, clicking on the keyboard and talking quietly into the phone while I took in the sights.

When the car stopped, a beautiful young assistant named Patricia greeted us. Ben introduced me as his friend and instructed Patricia to get me settled get me everything I needed. Ben was polite. He said goodbye, thanked me for coming, and told me he would see me later. Patricia took the seat across from me and we headed to a hotel. There, Patricia explained, I could shop. That is, of course, unless I actually wanted to go to the stores. I had no idea what she meant so