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  Bossed By The Billionaire (Book One)

  Kaylee Quinn

  Favor Ford Publishing

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  Contents

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  Bossed By The Billionaire (Book One) by Kaylee Quinn

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  His Punishments (Book One) By Kaylee Quinn

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

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  This edition of Bossed By The Billionaire (Book One) contains the following bonus content: His Punishments (Book One) by Kaylee Quinn.

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  Bossed By The Billionaire (Book One) by Kaylee Quinn

  Chapter 1

  As I clutched my clipboard to my chest and followed the small group of corporate bigwigs down the hallway, I’d never felt so nervous in my entire life.

  I was only four hours into my first day at Chase and Williams Advertising, and already I had learned more than in the past three and a half years at college.

  “Is that your stomach?” my boss, Gregory Weinstein, wrinkled his long, beak-like nose at me. He was the account manager for the client we were about to see and had been gloating about that fact to his colleagues all morning.

  I placed my palm over my abdomen. “I’m sorry. I thought we’d have time for lunch.”

  “You eat on your own time,” Janet snapped. Janet’s angular features were as sharp as her tongue, making her one of the best negotiators at the company. She dressed in nothing less that the latest fashion, and rumor had it that she had an Italian designer on speed dial.

  We all stopped in front of a door to a large conference room. Around me, I heard nervous sighs and loud gulping noises, and it suddenly occurred to me that I wasn’t the only anxious person here today.

  I was nervous because I was new, and an intern, and these people already seemed to resent and despise me for just existing.

  But now I realized that the high-powered executives I was accompanying were also nervous. Not just nervous, but petrified. And the reason for that was abundantly clear.

  Cameron Wolff, the intimidating and fascinating man we would be pitching today. That’s who was putting everyone on edge.

  Cameron Wolff owned the most popular and exclusive lifestyle brand for men in the world. From liquor to watches, clubs and restaurants, his CAM brand was synonymous with wealth and luxury. Men idolized him and spent billions of dollars every year just to be like him.

  Cameron was not only worth billions, but incredibly good looking. Just thinking about him made my panties damp. He was classy and sophisticated, but what women liked most was his killer smile. That dimpled ‘know-it-all’ grin could make women orgasm on the spot.

  One of the other execs, Eric, leaned in close to me and lowered his voice. “We don’t even want to hear you breathe in there today. Remember, you’re just along for the ride.”

  “Ready everyone?” Greg asked.

  The executives straightened their suits, and I attempted to do the same to my plain white blouse and black pencil skirt. They were right in telling me that this was important. An account like this could be a huge boon to the company. The prestige alone would draw in other lucrative clients and push Chase and Williams advertising far ahead of the competition.

  On a more personal note, putting Cameron Wolff’s name on my resume would put me far beyond my peers when it came to looking for a job upon graduation. Being associated with his brand would open doors that I never knew existed. It would give me a leg up in this business and boost my career into the spotlight before I even received my first paycheck.

  “Ready,” Bill said.

  Janet narrowed her gaze at me as Greg opened the door. “Not a single word,” she hissed in my direction.

  I nodded like a repentant school child.

  And then the doors swung open, revealing the largest, most prestigious conference room at Chase and Williams Advertising. I had been told that this room was reserved for the most discriminating and lucrative clients. It had been designed to show off the wealth and importance of the company. Thick carpeting, polished wooden high back chairs, and hand-painted portraits of the owners gave this room an ‘old money’ feel that was both intimidating and inspiring.

  As we filed into the large space, I was struck by how all of this design effort appeared to be wasted on the man before us. Cameron had no team with him, no hangers on or assistants—just the man himself. It seemed as if he didn’t need any of those things. The man appeared as if he belonged in the conference room and that it belonged to him.

  He certainly looked more in control of the situation than any of the executives who stood beside me.

  Instead of sitting in one of the hand-carved chairs, he had chosen to lean against the far wall, next to a portrait of Mr. Chase when he was twenty years younger.

  “Please,” Greg said as he waved to the chairs. “Have a seat.”

  Cameron didn’t move from his position along the wall. “You’re late.”

  The low, commanding rumble of his voice caused a dull ache to form between my thighs.

  “Yes, well.” Bill fidgeted with his cuffs. “We’re terribly sorry about that. You see, we have this new intern starting today, and—”

  My eyes widened as I realized he was actually trying to blame me for the first screw up.

  But Cameron Wolff ignored him. “I don’t like to be kept waiting.” He pushed off the wall, and I caught a glimpse of his muscles rippling underneath his dark tailored suit.

  As he moved, the tension in the room increased. I know that I wasn’t the only one to feel it. My colleagues sensed it as well. As Mr. Wolff walked slowly around the table, sharp-tongued Janet closed her lips and stared at her shoes. Bill focused on something on his sleeve. Eric clung to his briefcase as if it was a life preserver as Greg mumbled something under his breath.

  “Excuse me?” Cameron asked as he stopped in front of our group. “Did you say something?”

  “No, sir,” Greg said.

  “Good.” Cameron crossed his arms and stared each of the executives in turn. I had the feeling that he was assessing their strengths and weaknesses, and finding all of them failing his internal test in some way.

  Finally, his gaze shifted to me. Instead of fidgeting like the rest of the group, I forced myself to stand still and look into his eyes. His features immediately softened, and I could feel his gaze slide over me like a caress. Within seconds my cheeks started to heat, and it took every ounce of my will power to not turn away. For a long moment, time stood still, and as the rest of the people in the room faded away, I felt my insides melt under the heat of his stare.

  Moistening my lips, I continued to keep my chin up and tried to offer him a slight smile to show him that I wasn’t intimidated by his presence. My nerves got the better of me, however, and I was sure that my smile appeared misshapen and forced.

  “I want to
personally thank you for coming to see us today,” Greg said, drawing Cameron’s gaze away from me. “It is truly an honor to be working with such a prestigious and exclusive brand.”

  “You’re not working on anything yet,” Cameron snapped. “You’re lucky I don’t leave right now and take my business to another agency.”

  “Mr. Wolff, sir.” Janet took a hesitant step forward. “There’s no need to do anything so rash—”

  “I will not tolerate lateness.” He looked down at her. “Not under any circumstances. Do I make myself clear?”

  The executives all mumbled affirmations and bowed their heads.

  “Good.” He waved to the table behind him. “Now sit down. I want to see for myself if this company is everything you people claim it to be.”

  Chapter 2

  We were only five minutes into the most important meeting and all of the executives sitting next to me looked as if they were going to either pass out or throw up on the mahogany conference table in front of them.

  Cameron talked about numbers, citing how Chase and Williams’s revenue had been down for the third year in a row. He reminded them about an up and coming ad agency several blocks away that was making gains on their market share. As he spoke, I watched as my colleagues’ skin paled and sweat beaded on their regal brows.

  Yet, despite my nerves, I was also fascinated. There was something captivating about this man, something that made me hang on his every word and fantasize about how those firm lips would feel against my skin.

  His mouth wasn’t the only thing that I found attractive. As I watched his long, masculine fingers move through the air, I imagined them brushing up under my skirt and sliding along the seam of my panties. His bluish-gray eyes reminded me of the sky before a summer rain shower, and his voice was the rumble of thunder in the distance. He was impatient and arrogant, but I sensed that he hadn’t unleashed his full fury on the executives just yet. Even so, I decided it was best to keep quiet and hope that he didn’t notice me taking notes in the corner.

  “I need a company that is willing to take risks,” he said, after a long pause where you could hear a pin drop.

  “We are that company, sir,” Janet said.

  “Are you? Give me one example where you have taken a great risk with an account.”

  “Well…” Janet flashed a ‘help me’ look at the other executives. “There was the Bernstein account.”

  “Yes,” Greg added. “We did a very risky radio campaign for their new clothing line.”

  Cameron straightened. “A radio campaign.”

  “Yes.”

  “I can see how that would be risky.”

  “You can?” Greg asked. “I mean, of course you can.”

  “I can see how developing an ad campaign that relied on an outdated delivery system can be a huge risk.”

  I dropped my pen and scrambled to pick it up before anyone noticed.

  “Outdated?” Greg asked.

  “Who listens to the radio anymore? People use music apps, not radio.”

  “But when they’re driving—”

  “They plug in their phones.” Cameron shook his head in disgust. “It’s the equivalent of making an ad on VHS tape. Give me another example.”

  “I…” Greg grabbed some folders from Eric’s briefcase and shuffled through them. “If you would just give me a minute, I’m sure I have something in here—”

  Cameron waved his hand in dismissal and stood. “You want risk? I’ll tell you about risk. I’m about to launch my first line of women’s lingerie. Not just any lingerie, but luxurious, sexy lingerie, designed to flatter the female body and make them feel beautiful.”

  “But…” Janet swallowed and toyed with her pen. “But aren’t you a male-centered brand?”

  Cameron looked at her like she was a dolt. “Yes. That’s the risk. This is a big departure from all the masculine items I sell to men—the watches, the sunglasses, the ties, suits, and coats and shoes and liquor. All of these things are about men, for men. This…” He pressed his finger into the table. “This needs to be different.”

  The executives mumbled in awe and agreement. I scribbled ‘different’ on my clipboard and drew a heart around it. Cameron was so different from any other men I’d ever known. He knew exactly what he wanted, and wasn’t afraid to go after it. There was something both sexy and unnerving about that. There was no doubt in my mind that Cameron Wolff was a man who liked to be in charge.

  “It will be in direct competition with brands like VS,” Cameron said. “But it will still maintain my male-centered brand.”

  “How will it do that?” Greg asked. “I mean, it’s…”

  “It’s women’s clothes,” Eric added.

  Cameron sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. “That’s why I’m here. It’s your job to sell this women’s clothing line to men. It has to be marketed as exclusive, elite fashion pieces for their lady friends.”

  “Like their wives?” Eric asked.

  “Wives, girlfriends, mistresses—you name it.” Cameron sat in the chair at the head of the table. “So, tell me. Do you have any ideas that satisfy my criteria?”

  All of the executives started talking at once. But as each person gave a muted, half-hearted suggestion, Cameron inevitably waved it off or shot it down.

  The tension in the room continued to grow as each executive took turns giving ideas. Keeping my gaze fixed on the paper in front of me, I wrote down ‘don’t target women’ and underlined it twice.

  Bill straightened. “We could give some free samples to some famous women in Hollywood and have them talk up your clothing line on several podcasts—”

  “No. Men don’t want Kim Kardashian wannabies to tell them what to buy. They want the image I portray. The want the fantasy. Try again.”

  Greg fidgeted as the other executives turned toward him. “We could talk to DJs at local radio stations—”

  Cameron turned to Greg. “So help me God, if you mention a radio ad—”

  Greg straightened shook his head rapidly. “No, no radio. Of course not.”

  Finally, Cameron pushed back from the table and stood. “This was a mistake and a waste of my time.”

  Greg scrambled to his feet. “If you just give us a little longer to prepare something—”

  Cameron dismissed Greg with a wave of his hand. “You already had your chance. This company is not the advertising powerhouse I thought it to be.” He stopped in front of the door and swept his gaze across the room. “It’s just a disappointment.”

  “Please, sir,” Janet said as the rest of the executives stood. “If you just—”

  I hurried to stand along with everyone else. As soon as I did, a loud crash echoed through the room. Everyone abruptly turned toward me.

  Shit. Heat immediately rose to my cheeks as I bent down to retrieve the clipboard that had slipped from my lap.

  “Sorry,” I mumbled.

  Cameron narrowed his gaze. “You there.”

  I hugged my clipboard to my chest and pushed a long strand of hair back into the loose twist at the base of my neck. “Me?”

  “Yes, you.” He stepped away from the door and crossed his arms. “What do you think of all of this?”

  “What do I think?”

  Cameron rolled his eyes. “Yes, what do you think about this pitch session?”

  I swallowed the lump in my throat and glanced at my colleagues, who all seemed to be shooting me death-glares. “I’m not sure what to think, sir.”

  “Good answer. I’m not sure what to make of this mess, either.” He frowned. “Do you think my idea for a lingerie line is crazy?”

  I stiffened and shook my head. “No, sir.”

  “Do you believe that it doesn’t fit in with my brand?”

  “No, sir. Of course not.”

  He made a low sound of approval and straightened. “Well, then?” he asked. “What do you recommend I do to promote my new line?”

  I glanced down at my feet, no longer able to
stand the weight of his gaze. “I-I’m afraid I don’t know enough about your brand to give advice.”

  “You know just as much as the rest, and they feel informed enough to give their opinions.” He took several strides forward, closing the distance between us. “What’s your name?”

  “My name?” I cleared my throat and peeked up at his face. “My name is Sadie, sir.”

  “Well, Sadie. You’ve been awfully quiet during all of this.”

  “I’ve been taking notes, sir.”

  “Notes?” He raised his brow. “That must mean you’re new.”

  The intensity of his gaze sent a bolt of heat through my core. I glanced down at his perfectly shined loafers. “This is my first day.”

  “Your first day. Good. That means you have a fresh perspective.” He waved his hand at the rest of the room. “Or at least a better perspective than the rest of these idiots. Tell me your ideas.”

  “Ex-Excuse me?”

  “You heard me,” he said. “Tell me your ideas for advertising my new clothing line. If you can convince me that you understand my brand in under five minutes, I’ll stay. Otherwise, I’m taking my business elsewhere.”

  Chapter 3

  “What?” Janet asked. “You can’t put that kind of pressure on her. She’s just learning the ropes. She’s not representative of our company, Mr. Wolff.”

  “She’s the intern,” Eric added. “She hasn’t even gotten her degree yet.”

  Greg stepped between myself and Cameron. “Give us a few days. We’ll come up with a campaign that will put your lingerie line into every house in America.”