The Billionaire's Demands (A Boardrooms and Billionaires Series Book) (Entangled Indulgence) by Addison Fox Page A
Authors: Addison Fox
Tags: lifeless women and he’s anxious to get to know her better.When circumstances conspire to throw them together, Booth takes a chance.Little does he know it’s going to be the biggest gamble of his life....because now his heart’s on the line., has had his eye on Camryn for months. The woman is a breath of fresh air in a sea of stale, heir to the Harrison media conglomerate and billionaire businessman in his own right, which is why her attraction to her sister’s new brother-in-law is tossing a monkey wrench into all her well-laid plans.Booth Harrison, Divided loyalties. Family secrets. They were perfect for each other. CFO Camryn McBride likes her life as neat and orderly as her financial spreadsheets. She avoids messy entanglements
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Booth was more than interested, and he’d spent the last two weeks running the numbers in his spare time and trying to figure out how quickly he could staff up to take advantage of the opportunity in Nathan’s new hotel project in Sin City. “I’m interested, but I want to put a full business plan in place. You’ll have it late next week.”
The quiet on the other end was absolute for the briefest moment before Nathan spoke. “Look, Booth. I know we haven’t always seen eye to eye, but I’ve come to you because you’re the best. Your production company is more than impressive on its own. When you factor in the fact that you’ve built it all while helming the largest financial newspaper in the world, well, it’s extraordinary. It’s good business sense for me to partner with you on this. Assuming you want in.”
“Hell yeah, I want in.”
“Then sign the papers. We’ll figure out the business plans later. I’ve no doubt you’ve got a damn fine one.”
“Thanks, Nathan.”
Nathan’s voice was husky when he finally spoke. “I’m glad we got here. Damn glad.”
“Me too, brother. Me too.”
Booth hung up the phone and tossed it on the bed. He’d already unpacked and hit the hotel gym, but he was restless for the evening to get started. A quick glance at the clock indicated another hour before he and Camryn were supposed to meet up, and he toyed with the idea of calling her and asking her to be ready early so they could grab a drink.
Give her some space.
The thought chafed, especially since he considered himself a man of action, but he knew it was the right thing to do. Lunch had given him hope he might finally prove to her his interest was real. That what was between them was real.
If she’d just drop those thick walls, so full of stubborn resistance and, he suspected, a past hurt. When she stopped thinking about being serious and in control—today with the sea lions, for example—he saw those glimpses of a happy, carefree woman who reached for what she wanted.
But then she reeled herself in, tamping down whatever it was that made her happy.
He wanted to see that happy, carefree woman. Wanted to hold her in his arms and explore the passion that lived and breathed between them. When you really got down to the nuts and bolts of it, he just wanted her .
…
The green dress she’d been so confident of earlier in the week now had Camryn’s stomach in knots as she stared at herself in her full-length hotel room mirror. What had she been thinking, bringing something like this outfit to a business dinner? She had a closet full of beautiful, elegant business suits, all of which would have been appropriate for this evening. A hapless glance toward her open suitcase brought the same satisfaction as the last four times she looked.
None.
Each and every carefully folded item in there was already earmarked for the time in Hawaii and she knew full well the green dress would be even less appropriate while helming the microphone at the sales conference.
A quick shot of tears slammed the backs of her eyes and she took a deep breath, fighting them back with sheer will and determination. God, why did she always feel so out of her depth? When it came to her business decisions she never questioned her instincts. Never ran from a good fight.
But here? In her personal life?
She was an unholy mess.
The light buzz of her phone pulled her attention from the mirror—and off the dress—and Camryn reached for the device as though it was a life preserver. “Camryn McBride.”
“Are you wearing the green dress like you promised me you would?”
A hard laugh burst from her chest as Sinclair’s voice pummeled her ear. “Of course I am.”
“I’m three thousand miles away and I can hear the wheels turning in your head that the dress is inappropriate.”
Camryn fought the urge to pull the phone from her ear and give it a goggle-eyed stare. How did he know ? “There are no wheels in my head,
Booth was more than interested, and he’d spent the last two weeks running the numbers in his spare time and trying to figure out how quickly he could staff up to take advantage of the opportunity in Nathan’s new hotel project in Sin City. “I’m interested, but I want to put a full business plan in place. You’ll have it late next week.”
The quiet on the other end was absolute for the briefest moment before Nathan spoke. “Look, Booth. I know we haven’t always seen eye to eye, but I’ve come to you because you’re the best. Your production company is more than impressive on its own. When you factor in the fact that you’ve built it all while helming the largest financial newspaper in the world, well, it’s extraordinary. It’s good business sense for me to partner with you on this. Assuming you want in.”
“Hell yeah, I want in.”
“Then sign the papers. We’ll figure out the business plans later. I’ve no doubt you’ve got a damn fine one.”
“Thanks, Nathan.”
Nathan’s voice was husky when he finally spoke. “I’m glad we got here. Damn glad.”
“Me too, brother. Me too.”
Booth hung up the phone and tossed it on the bed. He’d already unpacked and hit the hotel gym, but he was restless for the evening to get started. A quick glance at the clock indicated another hour before he and Camryn were supposed to meet up, and he toyed with the idea of calling her and asking her to be ready early so they could grab a drink.
Give her some space.
The thought chafed, especially since he considered himself a man of action, but he knew it was the right thing to do. Lunch had given him hope he might finally prove to her his interest was real. That what was between them was real.
If she’d just drop those thick walls, so full of stubborn resistance and, he suspected, a past hurt. When she stopped thinking about being serious and in control—today with the sea lions, for example—he saw those glimpses of a happy, carefree woman who reached for what she wanted.
But then she reeled herself in, tamping down whatever it was that made her happy.
He wanted to see that happy, carefree woman. Wanted to hold her in his arms and explore the passion that lived and breathed between them. When you really got down to the nuts and bolts of it, he just wanted her .
…
The green dress she’d been so confident of earlier in the week now had Camryn’s stomach in knots as she stared at herself in her full-length hotel room mirror. What had she been thinking, bringing something like this outfit to a business dinner? She had a closet full of beautiful, elegant business suits, all of which would have been appropriate for this evening. A hapless glance toward her open suitcase brought the same satisfaction as the last four times she looked.
None.
Each and every carefully folded item in there was already earmarked for the time in Hawaii and she knew full well the green dress would be even less appropriate while helming the microphone at the sales conference.
A quick shot of tears slammed the backs of her eyes and she took a deep breath, fighting them back with sheer will and determination. God, why did she always feel so out of her depth? When it came to her business decisions she never questioned her instincts. Never ran from a good fight.
But here? In her personal life?
She was an unholy mess.
The light buzz of her phone pulled her attention from the mirror—and off the dress—and Camryn reached for the device as though it was a life preserver. “Camryn McBride.”
“Are you wearing the green dress like you promised me you would?”
A hard laugh burst from her chest as Sinclair’s voice pummeled her ear. “Of course I am.”
“I’m three thousand miles away and I can hear the wheels turning in your head that the dress is inappropriate.”
Camryn fought the urge to pull the phone from her ear and give it a goggle-eyed stare. How did he know ? “There are no wheels in my head,
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