The Billionaire's Demands (A Boardrooms and Billionaires Series Book) (Entangled Indulgence) by Addison Fox Page B
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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turning or otherwise.”
“There are wheels and your nose is growing, but I’m not going to quibble. Switch to video so I can see how beautiful you look.”
Camryn made the quick adjustment on her phone as Sinclair’s slender features came up on the flat screen. A light sigh escaped his lips before they spread in a broad smile. “Gorgeous. Abso-fricking-lutely gorgeous, woman. Pull the phone back and give me the full view.”
She did as he ordered, oddly bolstered by his sweet words and wolf whistles.
“What shoes are you wearing?”
“The strappy Pradas. Just like we discussed.”
“Oh Lord.” Sinclair fanned his face. “Gorgeous and sexy. If I weren’t so in love with my Joe you could tempt me to switch teams.”
The nerves were back, only this time a rising note of panic joined them. “This is a business dinner, Sinclair. I’m not supposed to look like some tramp.”
“As if.” Sinclair let out a heavy snort. “You look like you could conquer the world, and in that ensemble you’re going to look damn fine doing it.”
The frustrated tears she’d barely held back earlier flooded her eyes once more, but this time they were layered with gratitude and an overwhelming sense of relief. The appreciative coos still echoing through her phone flashed over to a tone a drill sergeant would envy. “Don’t muss your makeup. You can cry later, if you must, although…”
Sinclair left the words hang there and after a small sniff she took the bait. “Although what?”
“I’ve known Booth Harrison a long time. He’s not a man who misses an opportunity. Ever.”
“What does opportunity have to do with anything?”
“Oh, darling.” Sinclair shook his head before pointing a stern finger at her. “One look at you in that dress and the man would be a fool to let you out of his sight.”
…
Booth paced the lobby of the Ritz-Carlton, willing his raging nerves to calm. He’d interviewed heads of state who had caused him less anxiety than waiting for this one tiny slip of a woman. A quiet hum filled the elegant lobby, but he was barely aware of it as visions of their afternoon—especially that kiss on the pier—dominated his thoughts.
She was an amazing woman, full of more facets than the most brilliant diamond. She had brains, beauty, and a subtle elegance that managed to reach up and grab him by the throat. He also couldn’t deny that he simply and unequivocally enjoyed her company. Starting with their early flight, straight through their post-lunch tourist adventure, the conversation had flowed smooth and easy. From her grasp of business to her ability to dissect the Bourne movies, to the latest thriller she’d read and couldn’t stop raving about, Camryn McBride was the whole package.
When had he become so smitten with her?
The elevator doors swished open and smitten ratcheted straight on to kicked-in-the-head-infatuated as she stepped off the elevator, one long, elegant leg visible through the slit in her gown.
The air coursing through his lungs—air he’d never given much thought to—stuck in his chest and had his mouth gaping open like one of the freshly caught fish he’d seen on the pier today. The urge to touch her was so intense his fingers nearly burned from wanting as he moved toward her.
“Good evening, Booth.”
He leaned in to kiss to her cheek, shifting at the very last moment to press his lips lightly to hers. Her mouth opened on a small O of surprise and he lingered briefly, captivated by the light rush of her breath as it fanned his lips before pulling away. “You’re beautiful.”
Her dark eyes softened at the compliment. “Thank you.”
“While I’d like nothing more than to skip out on this evening, I don’t think our guests would appreciate being stood up.” He settled a hand at her waist, unable to resist touching her. “Shall we go?”
“That’s probably best.”
Camryn looked up at him and his mouth went dry at the raw hunger he saw in her gaze. He
“There are wheels and your nose is growing, but I’m not going to quibble. Switch to video so I can see how beautiful you look.”
Camryn made the quick adjustment on her phone as Sinclair’s slender features came up on the flat screen. A light sigh escaped his lips before they spread in a broad smile. “Gorgeous. Abso-fricking-lutely gorgeous, woman. Pull the phone back and give me the full view.”
She did as he ordered, oddly bolstered by his sweet words and wolf whistles.
“What shoes are you wearing?”
“The strappy Pradas. Just like we discussed.”
“Oh Lord.” Sinclair fanned his face. “Gorgeous and sexy. If I weren’t so in love with my Joe you could tempt me to switch teams.”
The nerves were back, only this time a rising note of panic joined them. “This is a business dinner, Sinclair. I’m not supposed to look like some tramp.”
“As if.” Sinclair let out a heavy snort. “You look like you could conquer the world, and in that ensemble you’re going to look damn fine doing it.”
The frustrated tears she’d barely held back earlier flooded her eyes once more, but this time they were layered with gratitude and an overwhelming sense of relief. The appreciative coos still echoing through her phone flashed over to a tone a drill sergeant would envy. “Don’t muss your makeup. You can cry later, if you must, although…”
Sinclair left the words hang there and after a small sniff she took the bait. “Although what?”
“I’ve known Booth Harrison a long time. He’s not a man who misses an opportunity. Ever.”
“What does opportunity have to do with anything?”
“Oh, darling.” Sinclair shook his head before pointing a stern finger at her. “One look at you in that dress and the man would be a fool to let you out of his sight.”
…
Booth paced the lobby of the Ritz-Carlton, willing his raging nerves to calm. He’d interviewed heads of state who had caused him less anxiety than waiting for this one tiny slip of a woman. A quiet hum filled the elegant lobby, but he was barely aware of it as visions of their afternoon—especially that kiss on the pier—dominated his thoughts.
She was an amazing woman, full of more facets than the most brilliant diamond. She had brains, beauty, and a subtle elegance that managed to reach up and grab him by the throat. He also couldn’t deny that he simply and unequivocally enjoyed her company. Starting with their early flight, straight through their post-lunch tourist adventure, the conversation had flowed smooth and easy. From her grasp of business to her ability to dissect the Bourne movies, to the latest thriller she’d read and couldn’t stop raving about, Camryn McBride was the whole package.
When had he become so smitten with her?
The elevator doors swished open and smitten ratcheted straight on to kicked-in-the-head-infatuated as she stepped off the elevator, one long, elegant leg visible through the slit in her gown.
The air coursing through his lungs—air he’d never given much thought to—stuck in his chest and had his mouth gaping open like one of the freshly caught fish he’d seen on the pier today. The urge to touch her was so intense his fingers nearly burned from wanting as he moved toward her.
“Good evening, Booth.”
He leaned in to kiss to her cheek, shifting at the very last moment to press his lips lightly to hers. Her mouth opened on a small O of surprise and he lingered briefly, captivated by the light rush of her breath as it fanned his lips before pulling away. “You’re beautiful.”
Her dark eyes softened at the compliment. “Thank you.”
“While I’d like nothing more than to skip out on this evening, I don’t think our guests would appreciate being stood up.” He settled a hand at her waist, unable to resist touching her. “Shall we go?”
“That’s probably best.”
Camryn looked up at him and his mouth went dry at the raw hunger he saw in her gaze. He
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