Authors: Jan Bowles
Tags: #Romance
His to Master and Enjoy [The Billionaires and Their Playgrounds 2] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic)
The Billionaires and Their Playgrounds 2
His to Master and Enjoy
Leonardo Caparelli is wealthy, good-looking, and runs a highly successful business. He lives life to the fullest with a rare passion, demanding beauty and excitement from the world around him. When he hires the enigmatic Paige Palmer to be his new personal assistant, he is instantly attracted to her, but Leonardo has one rule—he never mixes business with pleasure—until now.
Running away from a troubled past, Paige travels a thousand miles across country to start work for the incredibly handsome yet ruthless billionaire. He is always in the news, and well-known for his hot temper and uncompromising attitude, and Paige soon learns that the rumors about his insatiable sexual appetite are all true.
However hard she tries to maintain her professionalism, Paige finds it impossible to deny the growing attraction between them. When she finally summons up the courage to tell Leonardo about her past, it sets off a dangerous chain of events that could threaten both their lives.
Will Leonardo be able to save Paige, or will her harrowing past destroy them both?
Genre:
BDSM, Contemporary
Length:
48,462 words
The Billionaires and Their Playgrounds 2
Jan Bowles
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The Billionaires and Their Playgrounds 2
JAN BOWLES
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Paige Palmer had only glanced at the online vacancy before moving on. However, bubbling curiosity had tempted her to return to the agency ad and study it in more detail. It was the sheer simplicity and the economical use of words that had drawn her back.
International businessman requires an executive personal assistant.
The successful applicant will hold the necessary qualifications needed for this challenging role. Live-in position near Colorado Springs. Must be willing to travel.
A live-in position in a beautiful part of the country seemed too good to be true, and she wondered if the whole thing was a scam. After all, there were plenty of those on the Internet just waiting to catch out the unwary and the unworldly, but the agency offering the vacancy seemed legit and above board, and there was no mention of any up-front fees. So, without too much expectation, she e-mailed her CV. The very next day a lady by the name of Maisy Collins telephoned, and offered her an interview, and now, some five days later she found herself putting a face to the voice on the end of the line.
Maisy looked over the top of her reading glasses and smiled. “Well, Paige, your résumé is certainly impressive. One of the best I’ve seen in fact.”
“Thank you.” It was strange how deceiving the voice on the end of a telephone could be. Before seeing Maisy in the flesh, she’d have laid odds that the lady now interviewing her, or should that be interrogating her, was at least fifty years old and weighed about three hundred pounds. In fact, she couldn’t have been more wrong. Maisy Collins was barely thirty, about the same age as herself, and not only that, she was stick thin, too.
Maisy shuffled the pages on her desk. “Well, you’re certainly keen. It’s a two-hour flight from your home in Los Angeles to Colorado Springs. Is there anything holding you in LA?”
“No.”
“Nothing?” Maisy raised her brows in surprise. “Family, friends, boyfriends?”
Paige took a deep breath to compose herself. She disliked interviews, and the inevitable explanations that came with them. “My parents are both dead, and I’m an only child.”
Her interviewer leaned across the desk and patted her hand with genuine concern. “I’m real sorry to hear that, honey.”
“They were killed in a car crash three years ago.”
“Oh, honey, that’s too bad. That’s just plain awful.”
“It was. It was a very traumatic time for me, but I’m over it now.” She spoke the truth. But that still didn’t stop her from occasionally shedding a tear or two when her parents entered her thoughts. They were lovely, caring people, and she missed them immensely.
Maisy shifted uneasily in her chair and nervously cleared her throat. “I don’t like having to ask you this, Paige, because I don’t think it’s any of my business, but are you currently in a relationship? I mean, you wouldn’t believe the number of times I’ve interviewed potential candidates, who have assured me they have no ties, only to find out later they have a wife and three kids back home, and they couldn’t handle a live-in position after all. It’s just that I don’t want to waste your time, and I’d appreciate it if you don’t waste mine. The vacancy is for a single person. No ifs, no buts.”
“Thank you for being so candid, Maisy, and let me assure you right here and now, that I am single with no ties, and no immediate family. Leastways, no one who’d miss me.”
Maisy placed her fountain pen on the desk, linked her fingers together in front of her, then slowly nodded her head. “You know what, Paige, I believe you.” With those gratifying words, she suddenly straightened up in her chair. “Right then, with the preliminaries over, let’s get down to business. I’ve had the pleasure of meeting my client, and your potential employer, on a couple of occasions now, and let’s just say that although undeniably charming, he can also be extremely demanding.”
“I see.” She figured people needing a live-in personal assistant were often demanding.
Maisy Collins’s face took on a look of bemusement. “You’re obviously an intelligent woman, Paige, so I’m surprised you haven’t inquired as to who my very important client is.”
Wishing to appeal to her interviewer’s egotistical side, Paige replied, “That’s because I knew you’d tell me when the time was right.”
Her psychological approach seemed to work, because Maisy said, “Uh-huh. You’re perceptive, too. I like that quality. Well, the right time is now. Does the name Leonardo Caparelli ring any bells?”
Ring any bells? That was the understatement of the decade. As soon as the sexy-sounding name tripped from Maisy’s tongue, she heard a chorus of bells, many of them sounding a warning to steer clear, but she needed this job, so she kept her response deadpan and muted. “Yes, I know the gentleman in question. At least I know of him. Who doesn’t?”
Maisy couldn’t help but laugh. “Yes, Mr. Caparelli does seem to come with a certain reputation.”
Leonardo Caparelli was the autocratic boss of Caparelli Motors. She wasn’t big on company details, but she knew his workforce produced high-end supercars for handpicked customers. Rumor had it that a fully specced Caparelli could cost its new owner well in excess of five million bucks, making each one far more exclusive than any McLaren, Bugatti, or Zonda. She’d never have the means to own one. Not even if she lived to become a very old lady, that was for sure. From what she’d read, most of the cars were exported overseas, the United Arab Emirates being particularly keen customers. As for the man himself, well, a picture was worth a thousand words, because any woman who’d ever flicked through a glossy, celebrity-obsessed magazine couldn’t help but find his strikingly handsome face staring right back at her. Thinking about it now, she’d lost count of the times her eyes had feasted on his godlike image. Strange thing was, she couldn’t once recall him being photographed on his own, and she figured he was probably too vain for that. Whenever a camera flash lit up the sky, he always seemed to have a leggy blonde by his side, or more sickeningly as far as she was concerned, draped seductively over him.
If the media were to be believed, he liked his sex rough and kinky. She wasn’t adverse to that, quite the opposite in fact. In the past, her sex life had been adventurous to say the least. That was until… No, she wouldn’t revisit those times again. The memory was still far too raw and painful. Instead, she directed her thoughts back to Leonardo Caparelli, which in truth wasn’t the most arduous of tasks.
There was one unforgettable tabloid picture, showing him punching a paparazzi photographer full in the face, breaking his nose, when he’d been snapped with yet another unfeasibly beautiful girl while leaving a fet club in the early hours of the morning. He certainly didn’t suffer fools gladly, and his strident, uncompromising nature made him as many enemies as friends. Just thinking that this towering personality could be her new boss frightened and excited her. Oh, yes, he turned her on. He’d turn any woman on. It was those eyes of his. So incredibly dark, they possessed an almost satanic power.