Talking Dirty with the Billionaire Boss - Serenity Woods - Bog

He could have any woman he wanted. But for some reason, he wants me... When billionaire CEO Mack Hart demands I come to his office, I'm convinced it's because he's caught me on security camera taking photos of his files when I should have been cleaning. He's young and sexy, he has a doctorate in Computer Science Engineering, an IQ of 172, and a bank balance containing nine zeroes. Nine! I can't remember the last time mine wasn't in the red. His research is so important that his rival will pay big money for it, and I desperately need some of that cash. Terrified, I expect to find the police waiting there with handcuffs, ready to whisk me off to prison. Instead, the surprisingly young, gorgeous entrepreneur seems more interested in the piece of paper I accidentally dropped the night before. It contains a poem. A very explicit poem I wrote about my perfect fantasy man. I'm sure he thinks it's about him, which isn't surprising considering how accurately he fits the bill. Mortified, I explain that I write steamy romance, but that it's just a hobby, and I don't have much experience in the real world. I wait for him to show me the door. Instead, he asks me to be his date at a party that evening. He could easily have any woman he wanted. He says he finds me fascinating, but I think he just wants to see whether I can talk as dirty as my poem suggests. Embarrassed, I try to turn him down. But Mack Hart is a man used to getting his own way. If I give in and have a one-night stand with him, maybe then I'll be able to escape and forget how close I came to going to prison. I'm not agreeing because I want to sleep with the hot young billionaire. Honest. * This story contains: profanity that will be offensive to some; over-indulgence of alcohol; descriptions of obscene wealth, power, and beauty; and numerous detailed sensual situations. Just wait till book two... Contains no cheating, no cliffhangers, just a scorching romance and an HEA: -)