She laughed and rolled into my arms and rested her head on my chest. “I think that’s something I can do. If it makes you happy.”
“You make me happy,” I said. “You make me very happy indeed.”
They say you can’t come home again.
I for one, beg to differ.
Billionaire’s Date
Blurb
I have finally found my match.
Ruby Woods – the sexy, sassy, smart executive who’s got the reputation of pushing her agenda through everything.
I’ve heard she’s an overachiever at work,
She plays to win.
And she does not want a relationship.
She’s too busy fighting for a cause.
Or fighting me, I should say!
And this is not going to end nice.
Because I am done playing the nice CEO at work.
One night with her,
And all I wanna play now, is a terrific bedroom game.
A game that lasts forever,
I bet that s*xy a$$ and those perky nip*les would be a treat to watch and play with.
But what’s gonna happen when she finds out about the big secret I am hiding?
There is a lot at stake, and I have to make a choice.
You bet it’s a tough one!
Chapter One
Nathan
Friday evening and I was still at work. Late as shit. Always. The CEO of a huge company and I couldn’t figure out how the hell to get a little bit of time to myself. Not that I needed it. I’d squander the hell out of it most likely. But squandering was fun… or could be.
There I was, though, swiveling in my office chair, staring up at the books on the shelves covering my walls. I didn’t even think I had ever read those books. In fact, I was sure the decorator put those books there for show. When I was younger, you’d always find me with a book in my hand whether it was Thoreau, a little old-school Plato, or even some biography of one of the late greats. However, when I reached my teenage years, I realized people didn’t like to be around intelligent people, they were intimidated, so I stopped right then and there. Instead, I picked up a book about finance called “The Intelligent Investor” by Benjamin Graham. That was it for me, at fourteen I knew what my path was.
That’s the small version of how I got where I was, 33 years old, CEO of the most prestigious accounting firm in America, Pope Financial, and getting ready to make moves toward an even broader market. People think I started all this after graduating from Harvard, but in reality, Harvard was just a tool for me, a way to get in the door with the big guys, and it worked. I had spent the better portion of my life thus far creating an empire, building it brick by brick and then covering it in steel to make it solid and lasting. I looked up at Chris standing in the office talking to someone on his cell phone.
I liked Chris, I always had, though sometimes he forgot who ran the company. He was my corporate advisor and my best friend. I went to him for
everything from business challenges to the few personal issues I might ever have. I wasn’t a guy who liked drama, nor did I have time to cater to a woman full-time so I guess you could consider me a playboy of sorts. Women flocked to me because of money and good looks but seldom would you find one who wanted to stay around for who I was inside, which was fine with me, I didn’t feel comfortable with commitment when I knew my money was what they wanted in the end.
“Man,” Chris said, hanging up the phone and sitting down in the chair across from me. “What a fucking day.”