Page 65 of Teasing Her Grumpy Boss

‘You’ve really bought the club?’

‘Mmm hmm.’

‘Because you believe in me.’

He opened his eyes, revealing his ever-alert self. ‘I would never have given you the job in the first place if I didn’t think you could do it.’

‘I thought you gave it to me because you had the hots for me.’

‘I told you at the time, you’re not my type.’

‘You’re still not mine.’

He swept his hand from her hip to breast and teased with his fingers so her nipple budded into life. ‘I know.’

Her mind leapt to another amusing possibility. ‘Are we going to have the reception at the club?’

‘Hell, no, Corey will break all the glasses.’

She giggled and then sighed as his fingers continued their teasing touches. ‘Is that outdoor bath big enough for two?’

‘So the owner tells me. Warm and wet.’

‘How about hot?’

He raised an eyebrow; she saw the twitch at the corner of his mouth.

She spoke again with studied ambivalence. ‘Sounds like it might be worth checking out.’

He caught her hand as he slipped from the bed, taking her with him. ‘Trouble, we’ve finally found something we agree on.’

EXCERPT! RESISTING HER PLAYBOY BOSS

Read on for a teaser of the next in the Billionaire Bosses, Forbidden Flings series—

Resisting Her Playboy Boss (the one with the wrong bed):

CHAPTER ONE

Some wicked time beyond midnight, Ellie darted along the hallways of the luxury lodge in an almost sheer slip. The plush carpet absorbed the rapid beat of her bare feet. The puff of air-conditioning didn’t cool the mad heat blushing her skin. She was on an indulgence mission and, imprisoned by hedonistic—champagne-riddled—impulse, sanity didn’t stand a chance.

She danced down the stairs to the next level, to where she knew he was sleeping. She counted the doors—one, two, three—and opened the next.

But his bedroom was empty. The dim light of an almost moonless night invaded through open curtains, revealing no body-sized lump in the bed. In fact it was so smooth it looked like a perfectly iced cake.

Disappointment dashed her spirits—because she wasn’t hungry for cake. She was starving for something way more meaty than that. She’d gone fun-free for too long. So, inspired by the fabulosity of the location, she’d decided to hell with it and to take what he’d been offering for weeks. Until now she’d parried his flirtatious invites, unsure of his integrity. But here, in this most seductive location, what did anything matter but the moment? And this moment she wanted to enjoy some male,physical,attention. In a place as beautiful as this, surely fantasy could come true?

Yes. Having finally got the courage, she wasn’t going to let fate confound her. Reckless joie de vivre bubbled again and she slipped back out to the hall. Maybe she’d counted wrong, or had the wrong side of the corridor? She pivoted one eighty and counted again. One, two three. Carefully she turned the handle of the fourth door.

Occupied.

Her over-wired senses instantly assimilated the signs—warmth, gentle, regular breathing, a light spiced scent. She quietly closed the door behind her. A couple of steps in she nearly stumbled over the shoe. The size said it all—a man’s boot. This was the one, then.

The ten-inch gap in the curtains let in what light that waning moon threw. A gap that wide had to be deliberate—he must like to see the sun, moon and stars too. Smiling, she blinked to adjust her vision. Then, yes, in the wonderfully huge bed, she could just make out his laid-back shape, right in the centre. His dark hair contrasted against the white pillow, his face turned away from her. Then cloud crossed the moon, dulling the room to nothing but shades of black.

But she crept forward, heated inside and out.

‘Hey,’ she whispered. ‘Are you asleep?’

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