Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22504 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 113(@200wpm)___ 90(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22504 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 113(@200wpm)___ 90(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
I have nothing going on for Christmas.
I'm stuck in New York City and my family is on the other side of the country.
It's just going to be me, Netflix, and my roommate's cat, although she doesn't want anything to do with me.
Until a hot, mysterious man walks into my store for some last minute Christmas shopping.
I'm instantly smitten.
And like a Christmas miracle, so is he.
So much so that he invites me home for the holidays.
Just me, him, and his whole family in Vermont.
Am I crazy to say yes?
Quinn
Christmas is the worst.
I'm in the middle of a huge deal and my parents keep harassing me to come home for the Holidays.
I try to tell them that billionaires don't have days off, but my mom isn't having any of it.
My bank account can't save me this time.
I have to go.
But when I'm shopping for a last minute present, I see something I must have.
The girl behind the counter catches my eye and I can't look away.
She's perfect. She's the one for me.
I know it immediately and I find myself doing the craziest thing.
I invite her home for the holidays.
Just the two of us, my parents, and my sister all under one roof.
What could go wrong?
Mr. Naughty Billionaire meets Mrs. Nice in this smoldering holiday book that will have you heating up while the snow falls outside. A Christmas vibe in a steamy ride!
Insta-love at its Holiday finest in a SAFE read with no cheating and a super sweet Christmas HEA guaranteed. Enjoy and Happy Holidays!
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CHAPTER ONE
Quinn
Igroan when I hear Christmas bells ringing seconds before Cassie walks into my office. My perky assistant is obsessed with Christmas. It’s so annoying.
She’s wearing oversized elf ears and a matching glittery green hat.
“Don’t we have a dress code?” I grumble.
“Christmas spirit trumps office policy,” she says as she places a steaming mug on my desk. “Here’s your coffee.”
I frown when I see a candy cane sticking out of it.
“I bought presents for everyone,” Cassie says as she arranges the files on my desk. “Your executives got plush bathrobes along with a weekend away at a spa.”
I’m barely listening as she goes off, telling me about each present she bought, wrapped, and sent for me from my employees down to the doorman at my building.
She’s interrupted when Michael Bublé starts singing out of her phone about the magic of Christmas.
“Let me get rid of that,” she says as she sends the call to voicemail.
Cassie can be a bit much with her Christmas obsession, but she does come in handy this time of year, handling everything I don’t want to. I’d rather fast-forward through the Holidays and get straight into January.
I pay this lady multiple six figures a year and she still works as an elf at the mall on weekends with her dorky husband for fun. They love it. I can’t imagine why. Getting paid minimum wage to stand in fake snow in the most embarrassing outfits imaginable in a crowded mall surrounded by greedy children and stressed-out adults… I’ll never understand.
“I printed out the best route for your drive home tomorrow,” she says, pulling out a paper and putting it on my desk. “You’ll be on the I-91 North most of the time. If you leave early there won’t be too much traffic.”
I sigh as I glance at the instructions.
I’m in the middle of negotiating a significant deal and I can’t get away right now. It’s going to put fifteen million dollars in my pocket if I get it done before next week. Granted, I’m already a billionaire, but every million counts.
“I’ve decided not to go,” I say as I type up an email.
Cassie purses her lips and narrows her eyes on me like she’s trying to use her power of Christmas to soften my cold, dead heart.
“What?” I say, exasperated. “I’m in the middle of a deal.”
“You’re always in the middle of a deal.”
I just shake my head. “What do you want from me? It’s not a good time to get away.”
“Does your mom know about this?” she asks, crossing her arms.
I feel a little nauseous all of a sudden.
“I was hoping you could let her know,” I say, cringing.
She shakes her head. “I don’t get paid enough for that.”
“She loves you!”
“She won’t after that call.”
I sigh heavily as I loosen my tie. “Want a raise?”
“Yes, but I’m still not calling her.”
I lean back in my chair and swivel around toward the huge, floor-to-ceiling windows, sighing as I look out at Manhattan all decked up in festive Christmas lights. So many smiling faces in the walking crowds. Almost everyone is holding at least one fancy bag, some holding a dozen or more as light, fluffy snowflakes drift down from the night sky.
Cassie would say it looks magical out there. All I see are bodies clogging up the sidewalks, which makes it hard to move, and annoying snow that will inevitably turn to slush just waiting to get my socks soaking wet.
“I’m desperate here,” I say as I swivel back around. “I’m in the thick of work. I don’t want to go back to Vermont and sleep in my old single bed with the wires jabbing into my back. Can you just call her? Please?”
Cassie rolls her eyes as she sits on my desk and hits the speaker button on my phone. “We’ll call her together. Best I can do. You tell her. I’ll be here for support.”
She dials the number off by heart.
“How often do you talk to my mom?” I ask, looking at her with a sinking feeling in my stomach.
“Shhhhh,” she says, blowing me off. “It’s ringing.”
“How often?” I ask a little louder.
“Hello?” my mom answers, saving her.
“Hey, Linda, it’s Cassie.”
“Hi, Cassie!” Mom says, her voice lighting up. “Did you show Quinn those Tinder profiles I sent you? What did he think of the redhead?”
“Mom!” I shout, nearly leaping out of my chair.
“Busted,” Cassie says with a nervous laugh. “Quinn is here too.”
“Are you guys trying to find me a girl behind my back?”
“No, honey,” Mom says in a soothing tone. “We’re trying to find you a wife behind your back.”
“I don’t want a wife,” I say, feeling like this call is already unraveling. See, this is why I don’t want to go home right now. I’d rather just get lost in my work. That I can control.