Billionaire on the Beach: Hot Texas Nights, #3

By Kat Baxter

One mistaken identity plus one searing night of passion equals two pink lines...

 

Rhett

As the billionaire CEO of a major hotel chain, I spend my days in one meeting after another. And avoiding another dreaded blind date set up by my mother. When I'm off, I just want to relax. Until a hot mess with a head full of curls mistakes my town car for her ride-share.
 

Calliope

Some might call me a trainwreck, and maybe I am. All I know is that I like to color outside the lines. When my distractedness lands me in the car of the sexiest man I've ever seen, I've never been more thankful that I'm a spontaneous kind of girl.

It was only supposed to be that one night. But sometimes consequences can last a lifetime. And, if you're really lucky, they can be exactly what you never knew you always wanted.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Kat Baxter
• Release date: Jan 9, 2023
• ISBN: 9798215105108

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Billionaire on the Beach

billionaire on the beach

Kat Baxter

Billionaire on the Beach

Kat Baxter

Copyright 2021 by Kat Baxter

This novel is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locales or organizations is entirely coincidental.

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contents

Billionaire on the Beach

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Epilogue

Thank you for reading!

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About the author

billionaire on the beach

One mistaken identity plus one searing night of passion equals two pink lines...

Rhett

As the billionaire CEO of a major hotel chain, I spend my days in one meeting after another. And avoiding another dreaded blind date set up by my mother. When I'm off, I just want to relax. Until a hot mess with a head full of curls mistakes my town car for her ride-share.

Calliope

Some might call me a trainwreck, and maybe I am. All I know is that I like to color outside the lines. When my distractedness lands me in the car of the sexiest man I’ve ever seen, I’ve never been more thankful that I’m a spontaneous kind of girl.

It was only supposed to be that one night. But sometimes consequences can last a lifetime. And, if you're really lucky, they can be exactly what you never knew you always wanted.

chapter

one

Rhett

I don’t have time for a damn wife, despite the fact that my mother keeps pressuring me to find the perfect bride. Montgomery Inc., the company my father started five decades ago and that I now run, keeps me so busy I barely remember what my condo looks like. I can’t remember the last meal I’ve eaten that wasn’t from a commercial kitchen. So, no, I don’t have time for a wife. I don’t have time to date. Most days, I feels like I barely have time to breathe.

It’s the first night I’ve left the office before ten all month and I just want to get home and sit on my couch. Maybe I’ll read a book. Maybe I’ll just stare at the wall. Instead I’m sitting in a fucking traffic jam. Bright red brake lights backed up for miles. I so don’t need this. My condo is less than two miles from the hotel. How the hell did I get stuck in traffic in less than two miles?

What I need is a hard drink and a night with a soft woman. But I don’t have time for that either. Right now, I’m stuck in the far right lane, in traffic so bad, I’m practically parked by the curb.

I’m searching for a way out of this lane when the back passenger door opens and a woman slides in. She leans forward, handing me a scrap of paper.

I turn around and look at her. Because what the fuck is she doing climbing into my car?

She’s neither tall nor short, but compact in the best way with curves in all the right places. Her hair is a mass of golden curls and her eyes are a mossy green. She smiles widely, and then raises her eyebrows as if wondering why I am just staring at her.

Do you speak English? she asks.

Her voice is simultaneously melodious and husky which I don’t understand. But my body reacts immediately, my cock twitching against my thigh.

Can you take me to that address?

I glance down at the paper in my hand. It’s for an address across town. What in the actual hell?

English? she repeats.

I chuckle because this woman is nuts. Yes, I speak English.

She exhales and falls back against the seat. Thank God.

I glance down at the address again.

Do you not know where that is?

I know. I’m just wondering why—

A little line appears on her forehead. This is a town car, right?

I laugh, turning around to put my hands back on the steering wheel. It is that.

Before I can order her out of my car, a sliver of space opens up in the lane next to me, so I take it, edging in front an SUV before the driver can fill the gap. There’s a long honk of irritation, which I ignore, because at least my car is finally moving. For only about twenty feet, but I’ll take it.

She leans forward, her arms braced on the back of the seat. Traffic is terrible today.

Holiday weekend.