Powerful Men 3: Four Hot Alphas who Take Whatever They Want by Carla Kane Page A

Ellmann is about to arrive.’
    At that moment the doors burst open and a whole team of executives, assistants and secretaries swarmed in, all talking at once. Jessica rose from her seat and turned towards them. It took her a second to see that they were all surrounding a certain man. Sam Ellmann.
    ‘Enough!’ he commanded, holding his hand up wearily, ‘I’ll deal with this later.’ Immediately his team went silent and dispersed.
    At last Jessica could get a look at the young billionaire. Sam Ellmann was incredibly handsome with a shaved head and a shadow of designer stubble around his chiseled jaw. He had sensitive, intelligent eyes and a trace of wit around his subtle smile. He was dressed in a khaki suit, probably worth more than a year of Jessica’s salary.
    ‘Now,’ Ellmann said, coming towards her, ‘Jessica Lane, isn’t it? Parlor Magazine?’
    ‘That’s correct Mr. Ellmann,’ Jessica said holding out her hand, ‘how do you do?’
    ‘Excellently,’ Ellmann smiled, ‘I trust you were well looked after in my absence?’
    ‘Oh yes,’ Jessica replied, ‘thank you.’ His hand was firm and strong and for a moment it was like she could almost feel the intense power and electricity that governed this handsome young master of the universe. She was only disappointed that she had to let him go again.
    ‘Good,’ Ellmann replied, ‘I believe it is important that one treat one’s guests well, after all.’
    ‘A fine sentiment,’ Jessica said and then cringed a little. It had sounded better in her head. Suddenly she was lost for words, totally intimidated by the handsome billionaire and his entourage. Come on, she told herself, get a grip Jessica!
    ‘My word,’ Ellmann exclaimed, ‘what on earth is that thing?’ He was looking at the tray Jessica had been presented with.
    ‘Um, it’s an apple juice,’ Jessica replied, ‘I think.’
    ‘Huh,’ Ellmann nodded, ‘doesn’t look like any apple juice I’ve ever seen.’
    Jessica watched as she saw the panic on the faces of Ellmann’s servants, they were hanging on his every word.
    ‘Never mind,’ Ellmann continued, ‘let’s make for the jet, I believe we’re scheduled to take off in a moment. This way, Miss Lane.’
    Sam Ellmann turned towards a door that led to a private jetway out to the plane outside. Jessica stepped after him, followed by his team of company officials.
    ‘So have you been working with Parlor for long?’ Ellmann asked as they walked down the jetway .
    Jessica blinked. She couldn’t believe he was actually making small talk like any other ordinary guy you might meet while waiting in an airport. ‘A few years,’ she answered, ‘but I’ve only recently moved onto cover stories.’
    ‘Do you like it?’ Sam asked, ‘I always enjoyed the written word myself, but alas the world had other things in store for me.’
    ‘Oh,’ Jessica smiled, checking him out surreptitiously as they walked, ‘I’d imagine it did. And yes, I love to write, I have my whole life.’
    ‘That’s good,’ Ellmann said, ‘a person should be passionate about what they do. Otherwise they should choose a different vocation. Now, tell me this: does Marge Donahue still work over there?’
    ‘Yes,’ Jessica nodded, amazed that Ellmann knew the name, ‘she’s my editor in fact.’
    ‘I met Marge in Kuala Lumpur four years ago while she was still reporting. She was covering the Dennehy -Robinson take over. A fascinating woman indeed. You must tell her I send my regards.’
    ‘Of course,’ Jessica said. She couldn’t believe how down to earth this guy was. How down to earth and somehow – not of this earth at all. She didn’t know how to take him.
    The jetway was connected right to the side of Ellmann’s jet and an air hostess in an immaculate uniform with a face like a Hollywood starlet greeted them as they approached. With her messy hair and geeky glasses, Jessica wondered how she could ever live up to that kind of competition.
    ‘Mr.