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Total pages in book: 49
Estimated words: 47223 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 236(@200wpm)___ 189(@250wpm)___ 157(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 47223 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 236(@200wpm)___ 189(@250wpm)___ 157(@300wpm)
I’m Kate.
I’m recently divorced and so done with men.
Or I was until my boss pairs me with two gorgeous executives who make my blood race.
Rumor is, they prefer to do their women one way: together.
When a critical project takes us to paradise, I can’t resist fantasy anymore.
Marcus and Josh prove themselves considerate, attentive, and protective.
Did I mention possessive, too?
But when the fantasy becomes all too real, will our passion be enough to last?
**Tempted by the Executives is a sexy bedtime story, designed for you to start in the evening and complete before you turn out the lights. All Forbidden Confessions: Filthy Rich Bosses are connected, but can be read as a standalone. Each is a HOT, romantic story with strong language, sexy times, no cliffhangers, and a guaranteed happily ever after!**
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CHAPTER ONE
Boston, MA
October
Josh
The city’s nightlife is beginning to rouse when I stroll into the bar, heading to join my coworker and best friend, Marcus Hunt, who’s nursing a beer. It’s Friday night. The upscale watering hole close to the university isn’t packed yet. But it will be.
We know from vast experience.
While I’d rather not kick off the weekend the usual way—with a nameless face, empty laughs, and a meaningless orgasm—it beats the hell out of sitting home alone and pining for what I’ll never have again.
“Hey.” Marcus waves. “Finally escape the office?”
As I slip onto the stool beside his, where he’s got a whiskey neat waiting for me, I nod. “Work was a beast. Chad rode me hard to ensure we’re prepped for the new exec’s arrival on Monday.”
“Did you finally get the scoop on the best-kept secret in the office?”
“Get this. Her name is Katherine Evans, and she has no financial or corporate experience whatsoever.”
He curses under his breath. “So the rumors are true?”
“Unfortunately.” And I sound every bit as annoyed as I feel.
Marcus scrubs his big palm over his ruthlessly short buzz cut. “You know hiring this woman wasn’t Chad’s idea.”
Since this isn’t how our boss and the CEO of Force Financial rolls? “Oh, it’s his wife’s, one hundred percent. Savannah is great, but…I don’t know about this decision.”
“She’s an out-of-the-box thinker. She’s been right way more than she’s been wrong. I’ll give her that.” He sighs. “But I don’t like it.”
“Neither do I, but not our department, not our problem.”
My pal snorts. “When has that head-in-the-sand shit ever worked with Chad?”
Does Marcus always have to be such a realist? “Shut up.”
“Any idea why she was hired? There were other good candidates. What are this woman’s qualifications?”
“She’s got a decent résumé of work via family business on both residential and commercial property development as an agent, contractor, and decorator. She also had a radio show in Phoenix that advised people about getting the max out of their property values. I just don’t know how that’s going to translate to corporate acquisitions.”
“Same. But can she be worse than a bean counter guessing which investment properties will become money-making resorts?”
He has a point, but after pushing back against my boss while flatly getting nowhere for the better part of the afternoon, I’m done. “Forget work until Monday, huh? TGIF. I see you started without me.” I nod toward the empty glass near his elbow and the half-finished beer in his hand. “How’s it going?”
“Not bad. Getting my flirt on with a blonde in the corner.”
I scan the place until I spot the woman in question. She’s attractive, and she’s eye-fucking him hard. She also looks barely legal to drink.
Since we’re both in our late thirties, I roll my eyes. “She’s a little young.”
He shrugs. “I doubt it’s her first rodeo.”
The way she’s flirting? Probably not, but Marcus is missing the point. He’s a hunter. He never appreciates anything that comes too easily, especially a piece of ass. It’s one reason I suspect he’s not enjoying his hollow hookups. And I’m convinced he taps the younger ones so he doesn’t have to take them seriously.
Three stools down, I spot a cute brunette pushing thirty. She’s got a nice smile and a nice rack. She wouldn’t be a horrible way to spend the night. But I can only muster enough enthusiasm for a vague smile in return.
“What else is bothering you? It’s something,” Marcus observes. “Those hedge-fund fuckers? They need to get their noses out of our shit.”
“You made yourself crystal clear. They called you a motherfucking cutthroat on their way out the door.”
He grunts. “If they want to keep their balls intact, they better not come back with another ludicrous proposal. Waste of our goddamn time…”
“Yeah.” I sigh. “But that isn’t what’s bothering me.”
He frowns. “What’s up?”
I’ve debated whether I should say something all afternoon. Marcus will probably get angry. The reminders will drag me into a black hole of regret. But I need to get this off my chest. He’s the only other person on the planet capable of understanding the reason I’m unsettled.
I knock back my whiskey and set down the glass. “I ran into Taylor today.”
Marcus tenses. “She’s back in town?”
“Temporarily, yeah.”
He doesn’t look pleased. “And? How did she look?”
Still beautiful. Still confident. Still like the woman who once held my heart.
She held Marcus’s, too.
“Happy.” I swallow, bracing to spit out the worst. “She’s getting married.”
“Fuck.” He abandons all pretense of interest in the blonde and sits back, looking like someone punched him.
I understand. It’s how I feel, too. “We knew it would happen someday.”
Marcus snorts. “I expected it to take her longer than twenty-two months.”
“Given how in love we were with her? Same.”
“But that was the problem. She didn’t love us. She never saw the three of us as more than a fling.”