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The Burnt Complete Series – never before offered in a 99cents bundle.
The Billionaire’s Empire Complete Series – a two-part series where book two has never been offered in a 99cents bundle before.
Bonus - Rocked Complete Series – a billionaire bad boy romance series
The Billionaire's Empire
Rebecca POV -Solomon Sloan stands up. “Kara, a word outside?”
The two head out to the hallway, and suddenly I’m left to face Jonathan Sloan—the man from this morning. I should have taken his number then, but I got the sense he was assessing me somehow, with those piercing eyes. He stood too close to me, gave off a captivating energy, and drew me in with his charm when he offered to replace my tablet.
Everything about him was infectious. That’s why I had to get out of there. Just from what I had seen this morning, I sensed a guy like him would leave someone like me needy and vulnerable, or turn me into someone obsessed. Right now, considering that warning Kara gave me, I see my gut feeling was right.
My legs are restless from sitting in Kara’s limousine for too long. Jonathan is staring at me again. I stand up and walk over to the pool table. There are four oil paintings that line the wall behind it. They offer a great distraction, and an excellent reason to avoid his gaze.
“Miss Clark—is it actually Miss?” he asks, getting up and standing beside me as I look on.
“Yes, it’s Miss.”
“Can I call you Rebecca?”
“Yes, yes of course.”
“Rebecca, then. Are you still too busy to let me replace that tablet?”
“I’m beginning to see you’re not one to dance around an issue.”
“It’s never been my style. Is that a yes?”
“The law firm will take care of it. Thank you, Mr. Sloan.”
“Please. Call me Jonathan. How about a drink this week? Or dinner perhaps?”
“Thank you for the offer, Jonathan, but it’s not necessary.”
He scoffs at me and returns to the armchair where he was sitting. I do exactly what Kara says. I do not make eye contact or engage him.
“Haven’t you heard of innocent until proven guilty?”
“You’ve already made up your mind about me, Rebecca.”
“I don’t know what you mean.”
“My father calls you to speak about an item, and for whatever reason, I’m already guilty in your eyes.”
“That’s not true. I—”
He turns away from me and looks at the wall near the office door. “You know what, Miss Clark? I don’t believe you would be best suited to have any involvement in whatever my father chooses to do with your firm.”
“Why is that, Mr. Sloan?”
“Admit it. You think I’m guilty.”
“I—I do not. All your father has asked for is advice based on a scenario. How could I believe you’re guilty of a hypothetical situation?”
“What other reason could you possibly have to turn me down for dinner or drinks, Miss Clark?”
“For one,” I start, “I’m very busy at the law firm. I work long hours almost every night.”
He rolls his eyes and I realize I’ve followed him to where he’s standing. Again, we’re inches away from each other. He’s a lot taller than me. I have to crane my neck to look up at him, even in these five-inch pumps. I stand my ground, waiting for his reply. His response surprises me.
He gently places one hand on my shoulder. I do not move. My brain is telling my muscles to move away, but I’m frozen. I feel a heat rise to my face. He snakes the other arm around my waist. My stomach clenches from just his touch. He leans his head in and brings his lips close to my ear.