Millionaire Playboys: Paying the Playboy's Price. Emilie Rose

      

      Millionaire

      Playboys

      Paying the

      Playboy’s Price

      Exposing the

      Executive’s Secrets

      Bending to the

      Bachelor’s Will

      Emilie Rose

       www.millsandboon.co.uk

      EMILIE ROSE lives in North Carolina with her college-sweetheart husband and four sons. Writing is Emilie’s third (and hopefully her last) career. She’s managed a medical office and run a home day-care, neither of which offers half as much satisfaction as plotting happy endings. Her hobbies include quilting, gardening and cooking (especially cheesecake). Her favourite TV shows include ER, CSI and Discovery Channel’s medical programmes. Emilie’s a country music fan because she can find an entire book in almost any song.

      Emilie loves to hear from her readers and can be reached at PO Box 20145, Raleigh, NC 27619, USA, or at www.EmilieRose.com.

      Table of Contents

       Cover

       Title Page

       About the Author

Paying the Playboy’s Price

       Dedication

One

Two

Three

Four

Five

Six

Seven

Eight

       Nine

       Ten

       Eleven

       Exposing the Executive’s Secrets

       Dedication

       One

       Two

       Three

       Four

       Five

       Six

       Seven

       Eight

       Nine

       Ten

       Eleven

       Bending to the Bachelor’s Will

       Dedication

       One

       Two

       Three

       Four

       Five

       Six

       Seven

       Eight

       Nine

       Ten

       Eleven

       Epilogue

       Copyright

       Paying the Playboy’s Price

      Emilie Rose

      To the Black Sheep. Long may we baa and may the pasture always be as green.

       One

      “Is our uptight account auditor ready to be corrupted? Your bachelor’s coming up next.”

      Juliana Alden downed her complimentary champagne with the grace of a beer-guzzling dock worker in hopes of drowning the second thoughts swarming around her midsection like angry bees. She discarded her glass on a passing waiter’s tray and grabbed another for courage before facing Andrea and Holly, her two best friends and cohorts in tonight’s foolhardy scheme.

      “I’ve never felt more naked in my life. I will never grant the two of you carte blanche with my wardrobe again. My nightie covers more skin than this slip dress.”

      She yanked the thin strap of her dress back onto her shoulder again, and then tugged downward on the short hem, which barely covered her hips. Sneaking out the club’s back door gained appeal with each passing second, but if she bolted Andrea and Holly would never forgive her. Then again, they were the ones responsible for