Dirty Boss (Scandalous Billionaires #5) Read Online Lisa Renee Jones

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Erotic, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: Scandalous Billionaires Series by Lisa Renee Jones
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Total pages in book: 183
Estimated words: 174715 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 874(@200wpm)___ 699(@250wpm)___ 582(@300wpm)
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I consider my reply, and the fact that I’m now headed into territory that is personal to Cole and I, but it’s also unfinished business that feels like it needs to be finished. “Actually yes,” I say, rotating to lean on the cabinet next to Cole, to find Cat turned in this direction. “She saw him with another woman in a coffee shop and she’s convinced he’s a manwhore.” I choose the word manwhore precisely because it’s what I’ve called Cole in the past.

“Oh no,” Cat says. “Oh no. She deserved a Prince Charming after all she has gone through. I want her to find a Prince Charming.”

Prince Charming.

What a choice of words.

“I hope she’s going to stay away from him now,” Cat says. “Before he does more damage.”

“Or,” Cole presents. “She could actually talk to him and ask him what’s going on.”

“I agree,” Reese says. “Have her just go at him like Cat goes at me.”

Cat laughs. “I go at you, huh?”

“Hell yeah you do, but a good fight and fix works miracles.”

“But you’re you,” Cat says. “What if this guy is a jerk?”

“Or not,” Cole presents again.

“Or not is what I told her,” I say. “Everything isn’t what it seems. She should talk to him.”

“Is she going to do it?” Cat asks.

“I don’t know,” I say, “but if she does, I hope it’s the right decision. I hope I’m not helping some kind of player play her.” I rotate and lift my cup off the tray, pouring powdered creamer inside, and taking a sip. “I sent you a cheat sheet for tonight, Cole,” I say, trying to get back to business. “It should be in your email.”

Cole sets his cup on the counter. “I need a minute before we go, Reese.” He doesn’t wait for a reply. “Let’s go talk before I leave, Lori.”

Adrenaline surges through me. My “back to business” gave him an opening that I won’t deny I knew would exist, and he’s taken it and quickly. I nod, and ignore my coffee, and trying to seem as normal as I can, I point at Cat. “Send me the file,” and quickly turn to follow Cole.

I exit the kitchen and he motions me forward down the hallway. We pass the bathroom where I took that pregnancy test when I thought I might be the mother of his child. It reminds me of the torment one night had caused me, but it’s not one night anymore. We enter the foyer where we pause on the other side of the wall, a hallway between us and anyone else in the apartment, where we can hear footsteps, and not be seen.

Cole steps around to face me, big and broad, and every bit as overwhelming as he always is, and I like that about him far too much to be his employee. He advances on me and I hit the wall, his hands pressed to the wall on either side of me as they were in the stairwell. His piercing blue eyes fix on me, seconds ticking by where I want him to touch me when I shouldn’t want him to touch me, passing like hours.

“What are you doing, Cole?” I whisper.

“I’m trying not to touch you and it’s fucking killing me.”

He says it with such low, fierce, pained intensity that it’s all I can do not to touch him “Stop.” I say and I’m not sure if I’m talking to him or me.

“I’m not doing this, sweetheart, we are.”

“You shouldn’t call me sweetheart.”

“All right. Lori. Is that better?”

“Not when you say it like you’re thinking about us being naked together again.”

“I am thinking about us being naked together again and so are you and don’t say I’m your boss. I get it. I know how hard you’ve worked. I know what this job means to you. I will protect you. I will help you. But we aren’t going to stop wanting each other.”

“I’m a challenge,” I say, voicing a concern I’ve tried to bury, but it refuses to be hidden. “That’s what this is.”

His hands come down on my waist, scorching me where they rest. “You still think I’m a player?” he demands. “Is that what that was in the kitchen?”

My hands go to his hands. “No. That was me saying that I’m sorry for not asking you about that woman. I’m sorry for assuming you were with her, but let’s be real here. I am a challenge. I’m the one that got away and if you once again have me—”

“I’ll want you again. And again.” He lowers his head, cheek next to mine, lips at my ear. “And again.”

Heat rushes through me but I manage to whisper. “You can’t know that.”

He pulls back, and his lips linger above mine. “I do know. Come home with me tonight and I’ll make you believe that.”


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