Fighting for my Billionaire Boss by Cynthia Sax
Genre: Contemporary, Erotic Romance
Date of Publication: February 1, 2016
ISBN: 978-1-943576-59-3
Cover Artist: Erin Dameron-Hill
Book Description:
Love is worth the fight.
My boss, Brick Armitage,
is one of the most eligible bachelors in the city. He’s handsome,
young, and the billionaire CEO of an online company. Brick dates
stunning supermodels and famous actresses, the most beautiful women
on the planet.
I’m determined to be the
next woman he kisses, touches, pleases. To land the man I love, I’ll
become the delicate lady he seems to prefer. No cussing. No sprawling
over the furniture. No punching the pretty out of Brick’s
trash-talking ex.
But when I fail at this
and the footage of my brawling goes viral, will I lose my
sophisticated billionaire forever, or will he realize a scrapper is
exactly who he needs?
I’m graceful, I tell
myself as I weave between the cubicles. A cardboard tray containing
breakfast for my boss and myself is balanced on my right palm. Not a
drop of the liquid in the ugly brown disposable cups has spilled.
Because I’m a fuckin’
gazelle, the most elegant of the antelopes.
“Morning, Lu,”
Chanelle calls out. The women gathered around her repeat the
greeting.
I smile and wave. They
wave back.
They don’t invite me to
join them.
This oversight could be
due to my position in the organization. I’m the assistant to Brick
Armitage, CEO and founder of the online insurance company we work
for. He’s intimidating. I’m his second in command, privy to all
of his thoughts and actions.
But the lack of invitation
is more likely due to the fact that I’m not a real girl.
Oh, I was born a female
and have all of the necessary parts—breasts, small yet still
noticeable, an ass, also small, shoulder-length curly brown hair, a
dainty, some would say, elfin face. Most men, including my boss,
tower over me.
I simply lack the training
most girls get.
My mother left when I was
three years old, unable to handle my three brothers and me. It was
easier for my father to treat me like another boy, dressing me in
jeans, taking me to ballgames, teaching me how to fight.
I didn’t give a shit
about this when I was younger. I was proud of my rowdy nature, that I
could hold my own with my brothers and their friends.
It was when I became
interested in boys and they didn’t return my interest, continuing
to treat me like one of the guys, that I started to care. Not a lot.
But enough to read fashion magazines and watch tutorials on applying
makeup.
Then I met Brick, my sexy
manwhore of a boss, and that caring was compounded by a zillion
times. He captured my heart, although he doesn’t know this.
Accustomed to dating ultra-feminine supermodels and famous actresses,
he doesn’t see me as a woman.
I’m determined to change
his view.
I make a beeline to his
office, my pastel blue skirt swirling around my thighs, my heels
thumping against the industrial gray carpet.
My boss has his door
partially open. I scrunch my forehead. He’s normally not here this
early in the morning.
I knock, don’t wait for
an answer, and push inside, a smile on my face.
The space smells of his
woodsy cologne and him. I breathe deeply, taking that part of him
inside of me, and desire unfurls within me, a steady, throbbing need
I experience whenever I’m in my billionaire’s presence.
The man himself sits
behind his big wooden desk, his head bowed, the overhead lights
picking up the ink-blue highlights in his black hair. Brick is clad
in his usual dark suit, white shirt, dark tie. He’s frowning down
at his tablet screen, his lips as grimly set as always.
My boss is SERIOUS, in all
caps, rarely cracking a smile, and the stormy pent-up passion
constantly brewing inside him turns me on. I set the tray on his
desk. “You beat me into the office this morning.” Usually, I’m
first in. “Why are you here so early?”
He lifts his chin, giving
me a clear view of his face.
I gasp.
“Fuck.” I gape at him,
forgetting my goal of having a cuss-free day. “What the hell
happened to you?” I rush around the desk, needing to survey the
damage.
Brick swivels his chair to
face me. “It’s nothing.”
“It’s not nothing.”
I trace the scratches on his left cheek, the red gouges in his
perfectly tanned skin. “Who hurt you?” I demand. “Tell me who
is responsible for this and I’ll smack that person into the next
century.” No one hurts my boss, the man I secretly love, and gets
away with it.
“You aren’t smacking
anyone, Miss Henderson.” He covers my hand with his, pressing my
palm against him. “As you constantly remind me, you’re a lady.”
“Don’t joke about
this.” I glare at him.
“You’re right. I
shouldn’t joke about it.”
He is seated in his black
leather captain’s chair. I stand before him, my hand on his face.
His hand is on mine, holding me to him. He’s my boss yet this feels
right. I’m meant to be here, to be touching him.
Brick’s gaze lifts and
locks with mine. His brown eyes darken with emotion. “There’s
something I should tell you.”
“Yes?” I lean toward
him. He’ll tell me now that he wants me, that he can’t live
without me. Brick will kiss me and touch me and make me his. My
thighs graze his parted knees and I tremble, feeling that contact in
my soul.
Brick leans forward also.
Our lips are a whisper apart. That connection I always feel between
us intensifies, pulling us together, linking us in a way that is more
than physical, more than intellectual.
His breath wafts against
my cheeks. My heart pounds.
Should I kiss him? Should
I?
Yes, I’m going to risk—
“Fuck. I can’t do
this.” He sighs and releases me.
Damn it. I waited too long
and the moment is gone.
About the Author:
Cynthia Sax, USA Today
bestselling author, writes contemporary, sci-fi, and paranormal
erotic romances. Her stories have been featured in Star Magazine,
Real Time With Bill Maher, and numerous best of erotic romance top
ten lists.
For more information on
other books by Cynthia, visit her website: www.CynthiaSax.com
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