Read Online The Billionaire's Demands (A Boardrooms and Billionaires Series Book) (Entangled Indulgence) by Addison Fox - Free Book Online
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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telltale signs of something wicked. “To technology.”
“Technology? That’s a unique thing to toast.”
“Text technology, specifically.” He clinked his glass against her still one.
“That’s been…I mean, it’s…”
“Fun.” That wicked glint never left his eyes, but he added a cocky smile to complete the package. He pressed a quick kiss to her lips. “You should try it more often.”
And there it was. That whisper of censure that she always sensed in others. She wasn’t fun enough. Her clothes weren’t vibrant enough. She didn’t loosen up enough.
She kept her smile firmly in place and made sure the toast stayed light, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t shake the slightest sense of disappointment.
When would she be enough?
“Why doesn’t anyone ever think I’m having fun?”
“Because you’re not.”
“Excuse me?”
“I know what fun looks like and you, woman, aren’t having it.”
“This is a stupid conversation.” Camryn fought the urge to pace and instead pulled out one of the kitchen chairs. “I have plenty of fun. You’re just pissed I haven’t given in and chosen to have fun with you .”
“You have a point.” Booth took the chair next to hers so they were seated date-style at the small table. “But my point goes well beyond sleeping together, which, for the record, will be a lot of fun. And sexy. And hot. But I digress.”
The promise in his eyes—shining brightly through the subtly teasing words—shot straight to her core and Camryn nearly tossed caution to the winds and leaped into his arms. Instead, she refastened her armor and stared down her nose, suddenly terrified at her inability to resist him. “So back to your point?”
“You’re bright and vibrant and you seem content to let everyone else have all the fun.”
“I’m not unhappy with my life.”
“Oh no?”
That subtle layer of fear—of feeling exposed and naked and vulnerable—grew deeper, lighting up her spine in a shiver. “I hardly think you’ve got a right to—”
He leaned forward and pressed a finger to her lips, silencing her words as the pad of his finger traced the fullness of her lower lip. “It’s just an observation, Camryn. But if you’re so upset about it, prove me wrong.”
…
Camryn stared at her monthly advertising spreadsheet and forced her eyes to uncross. Booth hadn’t stayed long after his request the night before that she prove him wrong, and she’d tossed and turned the rest of the night.
On a heavy sigh, she looked once more at the spreadsheet. The ongoing report detailed how much they’d made by advertiser, by category, and by month, and every single row and column was in the black. So why was the urge to toss her laptop out the window more appealing than diving into the numbers?
She and her sisters had worked long and hard to be in this position. Hell, there’d been a time when she checked the numbers daily, willing them to grow.
Willing the numbers to prove a future for McBride Media.
Willing a future for herself.
“Got what you asked for and then some,” she muttered to herself before rubbing her eyes.
At the beginning, she, Keira, and Mayson had endured several tense months, desperate to prove to their father—and themselves—that they could make something of the company. When had that become so unfulfilling?
She’d done a fair amount of soul-searching over the last year as she watched her sisters move on to the next phase of their lives. At first, she’d worried the subtle disillusionment that colored her days had been because of her sisters’ new lives. She’d believed herself above pettiness, but Camryn was only human.
But her dissatisfaction with life had been hovering in the back of her mind for while now, long before Keira and Mayson found their husbands. The moment she’d realized it, she’d been forced to own the fact that her disillusionment ran a whole lot deeper and had its roots in her breakup with Matt.
The
“Technology? That’s a unique thing to toast.”
“Text technology, specifically.” He clinked his glass against her still one.
“That’s been…I mean, it’s…”
“Fun.” That wicked glint never left his eyes, but he added a cocky smile to complete the package. He pressed a quick kiss to her lips. “You should try it more often.”
And there it was. That whisper of censure that she always sensed in others. She wasn’t fun enough. Her clothes weren’t vibrant enough. She didn’t loosen up enough.
She kept her smile firmly in place and made sure the toast stayed light, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t shake the slightest sense of disappointment.
When would she be enough?
“Why doesn’t anyone ever think I’m having fun?”
“Because you’re not.”
“Excuse me?”
“I know what fun looks like and you, woman, aren’t having it.”
“This is a stupid conversation.” Camryn fought the urge to pace and instead pulled out one of the kitchen chairs. “I have plenty of fun. You’re just pissed I haven’t given in and chosen to have fun with you .”
“You have a point.” Booth took the chair next to hers so they were seated date-style at the small table. “But my point goes well beyond sleeping together, which, for the record, will be a lot of fun. And sexy. And hot. But I digress.”
The promise in his eyes—shining brightly through the subtly teasing words—shot straight to her core and Camryn nearly tossed caution to the winds and leaped into his arms. Instead, she refastened her armor and stared down her nose, suddenly terrified at her inability to resist him. “So back to your point?”
“You’re bright and vibrant and you seem content to let everyone else have all the fun.”
“I’m not unhappy with my life.”
“Oh no?”
That subtle layer of fear—of feeling exposed and naked and vulnerable—grew deeper, lighting up her spine in a shiver. “I hardly think you’ve got a right to—”
He leaned forward and pressed a finger to her lips, silencing her words as the pad of his finger traced the fullness of her lower lip. “It’s just an observation, Camryn. But if you’re so upset about it, prove me wrong.”
…
Camryn stared at her monthly advertising spreadsheet and forced her eyes to uncross. Booth hadn’t stayed long after his request the night before that she prove him wrong, and she’d tossed and turned the rest of the night.
On a heavy sigh, she looked once more at the spreadsheet. The ongoing report detailed how much they’d made by advertiser, by category, and by month, and every single row and column was in the black. So why was the urge to toss her laptop out the window more appealing than diving into the numbers?
She and her sisters had worked long and hard to be in this position. Hell, there’d been a time when she checked the numbers daily, willing them to grow.
Willing the numbers to prove a future for McBride Media.
Willing a future for herself.
“Got what you asked for and then some,” she muttered to herself before rubbing her eyes.
At the beginning, she, Keira, and Mayson had endured several tense months, desperate to prove to their father—and themselves—that they could make something of the company. When had that become so unfulfilling?
She’d done a fair amount of soul-searching over the last year as she watched her sisters move on to the next phase of their lives. At first, she’d worried the subtle disillusionment that colored her days had been because of her sisters’ new lives. She’d believed herself above pettiness, but Camryn was only human.
But her dissatisfaction with life had been hovering in the back of her mind for while now, long before Keira and Mayson found their husbands. The moment she’d realized it, she’d been forced to own the fact that her disillusionment ran a whole lot deeper and had its roots in her breakup with Matt.
The
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