Page 1 of Snowbound in Her Boss's Bed

CHAPTER ONE

MIRIAMHOWARDSUCKED in a quiet gasp as she took in the immense property below.

Her stomach did a somersault while the plane began its descent, as if she rode over a hill in a car, rather than coasted smoothly toward the runway below.

Even blanketed in a light sheet of snow as everything was now, or maybe because of that, the expanse of development stood out in sharp contrast against the ocean of forest it was nestled within.

She had never before seen a private residence so large—and she was from Los Angeles.

She had also never seen so much snow.

Both were more unnerving than impressive.

When she had been informed yesterday that she would be making the trip to Aspen this morning, she had assumed that she would be landing at a small private airport akin to the one from which she had taken off in LA only hours before.

Instead, while the runway below was indeed small and private, it was not to an airport that the pilot delivered her, but to the far end of what she could only surmise was Benjamin Silver’s Colorado compound.

Miri shivered, despite the comfortable cabin temperature of Mr. Silver’s private jet.

Descending upon Mr. Silver’s famously private sanctuary, she wondered if there was such a thing as toomuch money.

If Mr. Silver wasn’t proof of the possibility, over the past twenty-four hours he’d done a fair job of making the case.

Prior to 4:45 p.m. yesterday, Miri had had no travel plans on her horizon.

Now she was moments away from landing at a private compound in the isolated forests outside of Aspen, Colorado on a private jet—all because of Mr. Silver.

She didn’t imagine the facts that the trip was both inconvenient and undesired—she had evening plans for the first time since she’d been hired as the new events director for the Los Angeles Jewish Community Foundation two weeks ago—particularly mattered to Mr. Silver. He was a self-made billionaire, after all. It was unlikely that he’d made it as far as he had by prioritizing the desires and convenience of his underlings.

And an underling was most definitely what Miri was to him—even if he wasn’t her direct boss.

She didn’t report to him for day-to-day things, but he was the board chair of the JCF, the head head honcho, and that meant that she—and everyone else on staff, when it came down to it—reported to him.

He could have any one of them fired at any time.

And, making matters worse for Miri in particular, while she didn’t report to him, she was tasked with working directly under him to coordinate and execute her most important responsibility as events director: the annual fundraising gala.

She had to jump when he said jump, not just to impress him, but in order to get the job done. She unfortunately needed whatever time he made available to her.

And, if their brief phone call the day before was to be any indication, Miri had gotten the distinct impression that Mr. Silver’s time was extremely limited—and that he didn’t want to spend much of it with her.

Never mind whether or not I want to spend mine with him, she mentally grumbled.

But, as board chair, Mr. Silver was the board member assigned to liaise with her, as well as the one to give official approval for any of her plans.

They had to work together, and his time was worth more than hers.

Hence her impending arrival at his mountain fortress.

Calling the private residence a fortress would have been a bit hyperbolic in most cases, but not here.

Fortress wasn’t even truly enough to describe the compound. Really, even that word needed some kind of modifier. Monstrous, perhaps? Or maybe gargantuan?

The largest building was at least the size of a hotel.

How was it even possible that such a structure was a private residence?

Miri couldn’t fathom a family actually living in such a huge structure, even a wealthy one.

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