Her Intern / Double Dare You. Anne Marsh
Читать онлайн.| Название | Her Intern / Double Dare You |
|---|---|
| Автор произведения | Anne Marsh |
| Жанр | Контркультура |
| Серия | Mills & Boon Dare |
| Издательство | Контркультура |
| Год выпуска | 0 |
| isbn | 9780008901134 |
Anne Marsh
A red-hot story from New York Times bestselling author Anne Marsh! Billionaire Devlin King goes undercover to expose the company that’s stolen his work—but after a sizzling encounter with his new boss, can he keep his eyes on the prize?
My company’s software has been pirated by a tech start-up, but its owner, the beautiful Lola Jones, would never admit it. As a renowned Silicon Valley CEO, I couldn’t exactly walk into her office and accuse her—so when I saw a chance to go undercover as her new summer intern, I took it.
It shouldn’t have been difficult to prove my theory, but Lola is smarter than I gave her credit for—and the chemistry between us is an unexpected complication. She might be an infuriating boss, but her power over me drives me wild with desire. When our sexual tension threatens to bubble over, we cross a line, and one night of exhilarating pleasure soon turns into several. Evidently, she’s more than a match for me in bed as well as business.
As I’ve grown closer to Lola, I can’t stop thinking about her. Each irresistible encounter is more electrifying than the last, and when she discovers my true identity, sparks will really fly...unless I can convince her our connection is worth fighting for!
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Lola
HELL IS A party where the hosts expect you to mingle, asking random strangers for obscene amounts of money. It feels like a bad joke. Hi, my name is Lola. I’ll do anything for a million bucks. I have very few boundaries left, although anal or sex slave for a year are still out. Around me, a crowd of beautifully dressed people chat about their newest business projects and sip champagne from crystal flutes. Waiters in black tie circulate, offering trays of delicious nibbles. I don’t fit in here, a nerdy girl engineer in the thrift-store little black dress that’s my go-to for social functions requiring heels.
This is the glamorous side of Silicon Valley, the part featured in glossy business magazines starring successful, extroverted dealmakers. It’s also a pond stocked with fat, captive fish and I need to toss in my line and pluck one out. Tonight’s mixer isn’t even one of the now-legendary venture capital parties where the VC boys make disgusting come-ons and would-be girl bosses choose between start-up funding and ethics. This is a perfectly respectable party for grown-ups.
Instead of schmoozing, I watch from the sidelines, clutching my champagne flute. I don’t “people” well. People are best in small doses. Plus, the VC guys judge relentlessly from the moment I start my pitch. It’s like a beauty pageant but without the fun tiaras. While trying not to fall over in my heels, I’m expected to produce insightful, thirty-second sound-bite answers about how the company I founded is going to contribute to The Greater Good and make tons of money in the process. Coding is so much easier.
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