turned to his grandfather, concerned. Was he alright? Had he fallen head first on the concrete floor within the last thirty seconds? Even if it hadn't been for the ring he’d reserved for Fiona, there was no way – no way in hell - he'd ever end up with someone as… What was the word?
She wasn't unrefined. He'd seen her dress up for prom and the girl was pretty – gorgeous, for a kid. That was, until she opened that big mouth of hers.
Then, she just turned back to a silly brat.
Description:
Shane has a plan in mind, revolving around the welfare of his business, and Brooke isn't part of it.
Three years ago, he learnt everything he ever wished to know about women, now he has one use for them; but then, Brooke comes back to town.
Ten years ago, Brooke's reason of breathing used to be annoying the hell out of her brother and his best friend, Shane. She's back in town and while college has made her a teeny, tiny bit more mature, she just can't resist raising their blood pressure.
Then, of course, Emma’s Playgirl story:
She was going to beat him, today; she was sure of it. Three accounts. She’d banked three accounts in one week – there was no way he could possibly have done any better.
“Just get it over with and bang him already.”
Emma chose to ignore that; the first hundred times, she’d bothered arguing that her absolute need to beat Kane Colburn had nothing to do with sexual tension. If she’d felt an unbearable attraction to him, she would have screwed him to get him out of her system. No, she needed to do better than him because he’d been an absolute ass to her since day one.
If he was a misogynist pig to every single woman in the company, she might have forgiven him; but no, Kane was nice to anyone else.
To her…
She recalled her first day. Emma was a confident, self-assured woman, but anyone would have been intimidated, had they been hired right out of school by Colburn Industries. She didn’t show it, but inside, she was shaking.
She’d waited at the front desk, a cold coffee on her lap, wondering why the checks were taking so long. Did they find anything amiss? Where they going to come out and say “Sorry, we made a mistake, you wouldn’t do, after all.”
It wasn’t likely, she hadn’t lied at all on her CV. She had been valedictorian in high school, had finished college top of her year, with a double major, and the company she’d interned for had offered her a permanent position.
But she was also twenty-three, and starting up with a salary approaching a six figure at her age had been on the surrealistic side.
“You’re new?”
She’d looked up and for one moment, everything disappeared – the tension, the doubts.
She’d done her homework, so she knew who that was. Kane, the Colburn who instead of bothering with college had taken over a failing part of the family business straight out of high school; he’d turned it into gold dust within three years; now, the competition was buying into them.
No homework had prepared her for what he actually looked like. The photographers should be shot for making him seem average on the company website; he was anything but.
He was tall and muscular, with broad shoulders she could see under the grey suit. His hair was neatly combed and parted on the side, but she could imagined there would be a little wave to it, if he’d left it alone. His green eyes, under the rectangular glasses, were piercing.
He was hot.
She frowned; a hot boss hadn’t been part of the plan. She’d fully intended to end up on top of any company she worked, but she also had a policy about always having sex with people she found attractive; that would be a problem. Fucking the boss wasn’t very wise – if she got ahead, people would assume it was because of all the extra hours she’d spent screaming his name.
Thankfully, he was also an asshole, as he proved three seconds later:
“I take my coffee black, no sugar. Bring it
She wasn't unrefined. He'd seen her dress up for prom and the girl was pretty – gorgeous, for a kid. That was, until she opened that big mouth of hers.
Then, she just turned back to a silly brat.
Description:
Shane has a plan in mind, revolving around the welfare of his business, and Brooke isn't part of it.
Three years ago, he learnt everything he ever wished to know about women, now he has one use for them; but then, Brooke comes back to town.
Ten years ago, Brooke's reason of breathing used to be annoying the hell out of her brother and his best friend, Shane. She's back in town and while college has made her a teeny, tiny bit more mature, she just can't resist raising their blood pressure.
Then, of course, Emma’s Playgirl story:
She was going to beat him, today; she was sure of it. Three accounts. She’d banked three accounts in one week – there was no way he could possibly have done any better.
“Just get it over with and bang him already.”
Emma chose to ignore that; the first hundred times, she’d bothered arguing that her absolute need to beat Kane Colburn had nothing to do with sexual tension. If she’d felt an unbearable attraction to him, she would have screwed him to get him out of her system. No, she needed to do better than him because he’d been an absolute ass to her since day one.
If he was a misogynist pig to every single woman in the company, she might have forgiven him; but no, Kane was nice to anyone else.
To her…
She recalled her first day. Emma was a confident, self-assured woman, but anyone would have been intimidated, had they been hired right out of school by Colburn Industries. She didn’t show it, but inside, she was shaking.
She’d waited at the front desk, a cold coffee on her lap, wondering why the checks were taking so long. Did they find anything amiss? Where they going to come out and say “Sorry, we made a mistake, you wouldn’t do, after all.”
It wasn’t likely, she hadn’t lied at all on her CV. She had been valedictorian in high school, had finished college top of her year, with a double major, and the company she’d interned for had offered her a permanent position.
But she was also twenty-three, and starting up with a salary approaching a six figure at her age had been on the surrealistic side.
“You’re new?”
She’d looked up and for one moment, everything disappeared – the tension, the doubts.
She’d done her homework, so she knew who that was. Kane, the Colburn who instead of bothering with college had taken over a failing part of the family business straight out of high school; he’d turned it into gold dust within three years; now, the competition was buying into them.
No homework had prepared her for what he actually looked like. The photographers should be shot for making him seem average on the company website; he was anything but.
He was tall and muscular, with broad shoulders she could see under the grey suit. His hair was neatly combed and parted on the side, but she could imagined there would be a little wave to it, if he’d left it alone. His green eyes, under the rectangular glasses, were piercing.
He was hot.
She frowned; a hot boss hadn’t been part of the plan. She’d fully intended to end up on top of any company she worked, but she also had a policy about always having sex with people she found attractive; that would be a problem. Fucking the boss wasn’t very wise – if she got ahead, people would assume it was because of all the extra hours she’d spent screaming his name.
Thankfully, he was also an asshole, as he proved three seconds later:
“I take my coffee black, no sugar. Bring it
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