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Hospitality Industry Experience
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The Billionaire Heiress Baby By The Throat
Nixon’s POV“Are you sure about this?”Troy sits across from me, looking staid. The seemingly innocent question chastises me more than any recrimination. He doesn't think I should be doing it at all, but my cock has taken over. Whenever I hear other guys talking about the hard cock phenomenon at the gym or the bar, I roll my eyes and walk away. Now it's hit me square in the crotch, and I can't control it. I'll have her or die trying.“Yes.”He nods resolutely. “Okay. Better hope the gaming commission doesn't get wind of it. Or even worse, Dante.”Slamming my hand on the flat surface, I watch my pen jump. “Don't even bother asking me if I give a shit about fucking Dante Giovanetti.”As Troy picks up the phone's receiver, he pauses. “A little testy about it, aren't we? I've never seen you like this over a woman.”“I'd like you more if you hadn't mentioned it,” I clip out, becoming tired of the back and forth. Friend or not, he gets paid to do a fucking job, and he just needs to do it wi
The Billionaire Heiress Baby Not Interested
I blink a few times. “Thanks, Mr. Giovanetti, but I'm not interested. I'm already gainfully employed.”His eyes flash fire but he only lets his annoyance show for a split second before his face again becomes a cool mask of indifference. Danger spills out from every pore even though he tries to hide it. A shiver travels down my spine in spite of the heat. I don't like him, and I want him gone.He reaches inside his tailored to perfection suit coat and produces a card. As he hands it to me, his fingers stay linked with mine a moment longer than would be considered appropriate. I lean back, wanting more space between the two of us. A gorge the size of the Grand Canyon wouldn't be far enough to set my mind at ease. It seems right to glance down at the card I'm holding. The expensive vellum paper is embossed with gold foil lettering.Dante Giovanetti, Owner Mona Lisa Hotel & Casino“If you change your mind, that number goes straight to my assistant.” As he talks, he sweeps his superior and
The Billionaire Heiress Baby Hospitality Industry Experience
Marcella’s POVAs I close my book, a historical romance I snagged from Savers, I notice a stretch limousine approaching my house from my tiny window. The school year's over, the summer heat is oppressive for those of us without air, and the only reason a car like that would be in a place like this is because a herd of students compiled their money to go to prom in style.Prom was over months ago.With interest, I watch it pull up right in front of my shitty trailer. I climb off my twin bed and walk over to get a better look. The driver exits and walks around to the back to open the door. Is it a celebrity? For some silly reason, my heartbeat picks up. Maybe it's Publisher's Clearing House, and I'm about to be saved from the poorhouse. I can see it in my mind's eye. Balloons. Streamers. And a giant cardboard check with an amount that's bigger than a lifetime of my annual salary.It's neither.An imposing man in a tailored suit gets out and stands in the street. He's none too happy with
The Billionaire Heiress Baby Only A Matter Of Time
Reaching over, I click the intercom and tell Carol to get Manuel Castillo up to my office.Troy smirks. “Carol left three hours ago.”“Shit. You're right. I guess I was just talking to myself.”Troy tents his hands in front of his face and gets that pensive look. He's about to become the fucking voice of reason. “What are you going to do?”“I'm going to put the fear of God into her brother for starters. I can't even imagine stealing from any of my brothers. Can you imagine what Mom or Dad would have done if we'd turned on each other like that? Shit. My mom was so fucking American she named all of us after presidents.”Troy laughs, a deep, rumbling sound that almost makes me feel normal.“Yeah, your mom was a great lady. Back to Marcella. Didn't you see that information about her internship?”I open the folder back up and rifle through. Stopping at the community college transcript, I run my finger down the text but don't notice anything strange or intriguing. “What?”“She did an intern
The Billionaire Heiress Baby Something That Breathes Life
Nixon’s POVI stare down at my chrome desk and chase away the impulse to smudge it up. Sometimes my perfect office and my orderly life piss me off for no apparent reason other than that they're ultimately boring. It's all my futile attempt to control everything. Because if I'm in control, I don't have to experience those pesky emotions that I don't want to feel. Since I fell into the pools of chocolate brown masquerading as Marcella Castillo's eyes, I've been roiling in them.Lust.Want.Possessiveness.A damn yearning for flesh so strong that I've been forced to give myself a happy ending in the shower every time I've stepped inside the frosted glass.The door flings open after a curt knock, and I snap my head up as Troy strides into the office. He pauses a moment to admire the breathtaking view from my floor to ceiling windows. It's eight at night, and the lights twinkling on the strip are providing the magnificent backdrop to Sin City.My friend’s knowing gaze sweeps over me. “Work
The Billionaire Heiress Baby The Thunder From Down Under
Some girls fantasize about The Thunder from Down Under or the Chippendales, but I've never had that inclination. And even now as I stare around the dilapidated trailer, it's not debt, filth, or even sculpted muscles that have my mind tied up in knots.No. It's a dark, brooding man. He's huge and broad-shouldered. But his eyes. I've never seen anything like them. They're black as coal and just as dead. Lifeless, really. I wonder what a man like that would be capable of doing to me. At the prospect, my heart flutters in my chest, and my panties flood with wetness. There's something dangerous about him. Something that turns me on like nothing I've ever felt before.I sigh. At work, I'd been too busy and too distracted by Lita and the job at hand that I hadn't many moments to think about how he made me feel. But now…I take a college brochure for UCLA and fan myself with it. Thankfully Manny's still at work, and he's not here to start plying me with questions. Like all big brothers, he se
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