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BILLIONAIRE BOSSHOLE (Bedding the Billionaire #3) by Laura Lee
Release Date: January 9th
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Bosshole (ˈbȯs – ˈhōl )
1. A person who turns into a massive jerk ten seconds after being made supervisor.
2. An employer completely devoid of empathy or concern for anyone else.
3. A manager with whom you often disagree.
Also see: jerk boss, a$$hole, egomaniac
DO YOU KNOW THE ONE THING YOU SHOULD NEVER DO AT WORK?
Sadly, following that particular piece of advice is much easier said than done.
Ronan Maxwell is hands down the sexiest man I’ve ever met. He’s also the pushiest, most demanding, and most arrogant S.O.B. on the planet. And even though I can’t stand him, I never stop wondering how his ridiculously pretty mouth would feel against my skin. Or whether or not that bulge in his pants is as impressive as it seems.
For two years, I had it under control. But then one late night, all that changed. Now that I know firsthand how electrifying his touch can be, I want him more than ever. And the longer we continue this twisted relationship, the softer my heart gets. I have no idea what the future holds, but one thing I know for sure—this man has the power to break my heart.
And that’s one thing I can never let happen.
“What?” I barked.
“Uh, excuse me, sir, but you weren’t responding to my previous attempts to get your attention.”
I turned my head toward the man’s voice to find our lead receptionist standing in my doorway.
“What do you need, Mr. Vasquez?”
“I have Miss Montgomery holding for you on line three.”
“Why isn’t my temp telling me this?”
He cleared his throat nervously. “Uh… because she quit about an hour ago.”
“What?” I roared. “Why the fuck would she do that?”
I’d swear he was holding back a grin. “I believe her exact words were, ‘I refuse to work for that pompous ass another second. Tell him I quit.’” When I glared at him, he added, “Her words, sir. Not mine.”
I scrubbed a hand over my face. Why was it so hard to find good help these days?
I picked up the receiver but didn’t press the button since my receptionist was lingering. “Is there anything else, Mr. Vasquez?”
He gulped. “No, sir.”
I took the call off hold as I said, “Well, then get out of here. Stop by H.R. on your way back to your desk and tell them I want another temp here within the hour.”
Mr. Vasquez nodded. “Yes, sir.”
I waited until he closed the door before speaking. “You’d better have a damn good reason for not being here right now.”
Her throaty chuckle made my dick perk up. “Still as personable as ever, I hear. How about next time you try, ‘Hello, Miss Montgomery. We’ve missed you around the office. How are you feeling?’”
I rolled my eyes. “Well, Quinn, considering I know damn well you’re feeling just fine, that’d be pointless, wouldn’t it? You’re lucky you’re so good at your job or I would’ve fired your ass for this stunt. Although, I will admit that my cock misses you terribly.”
She took a moment before replying. “Why would I call in sick if I were feeling fine, Mr. Maxwell?”
I released a harsh exhale. Christ, this woman was infuriating. “Can we please cut the bullshit? Those of us who actually showed up for work today have things to do. In case you’ve forgotten, we’re scheduled to leave in the morning, so I have quite a bit to accomplish beforehand.”
“Of course, I haven’t forgotten,” she snapped. “That’s why I was calling, actually. I wanted to let you know that I’m meeting you at the airport instead of taking the company car as planned.”
“Why would you do that? Afraid you can’t control yourself alone in a car with me? You do realize we’re going to have plenty of alone time together during this trip, don’t you?”
She scoffed. “Get over yourself. This has nothing to do with that.”
“Oh really?” I challenged. “Then, give me one good reason why you can’t use the service that you’ve already scheduled?”
“Because I don’t want to. I’m getting a ride from a friend.”
“What friend?” I growled.
“That’s really none of your business, Mr. Maxwell.”
I rubbed at the tension coiling in the back of my neck. “Would you quit with the Mr. Maxwell bullshit? I thought we’ve moved past this.”
“We most certainly have not.”
“Really? Well, you most certainly didn’t have any trouble using my first name the other day. ‘Oh, Ronan, just like that. God, Ronan, you feel so good. Fuck, Ronan, I’m going to come.’” I smiled, even though the sassy wench couldn’t see me. “Any of that ring a bell?”
Quinn released an adorable little growl. “Are you done? Can we get back to business now?”
I picked up a pen and twirled it between my fingers. “Fine.”
“Like I was saying earlier, I will meet you at the airport. The driver will be at your condo to pick you up at quarter to nine. I’m going to check us in online right after I get off this call, but I need to know how many bags you’re checking first.”
“One. Is that it?”
“Yes, that’s it. I should be there shortly before you arrive, so I’ll meet you by the baggage check area. I’ll see you then.”
I clenched my jaw. “I have one thing to say before you hang up.”
She sighed. “What’s that?”
“Don’t think for one second that you’re off the hook, Quinn. I’ll be more than happy to remind you how much you love screaming my name when I see you tomorrow.”
About the Author:
Laura Lee is the USA Today bestselling author of steamy and sometimes ridiculously funny romance. She is best known for writing the Dealing With Love series and the Pixie Dust Chronicles. Laura won her first writing contest at the ripe old age of nine, earning a trip to the state capital to showcase her manuscript. Thankfully for her, those early works will never see the light of day again!
Laura lives in the Pacific Northwest with her wonderful husband, two beautiful children, and three of the most poorly behaved cats in existence. She likes her fruit smoothies filled with rum, her cupboards stocked with Cadbury’s chocolate, and her music turned up loud. When she’s not writing or watching HGTV, she’s reading anything she can get her hands on. She’s a sucker for spicy romances, especially those that make her laugh.
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