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Tempted by Her Billionaire Boss

By:Jennifer Hayward

 "This attraction between you and I … " Harrison shook his head. "It can't happen. We both know that."

Frankie nodded. But her gaze stayed glued to his as if she knew the  train was running off the track and was willing to risk full and  complete disaster.

"Francesca … " The word was a final, husky plea for her to put some  distance between them. She didn't. She moved toward him with an  instinctive movement at the same time he brought her closer with a palm  to the bare skin of her back. It felt even sexier than he remembered.

His fingers curved around her delicate jaw, and for the first time in as  long as he could remember, he did something for the pure pleasure of  it. He kissed the woman he'd been wanting to touch since the night he'd  found her sitting in his former assistant's chair.

Her lush mouth was every bit as sweet as it had promised it would be. A  soft sigh left her lips as she moved into the kiss, her hands fluttering  to his shoulders. The dominant male in him liked her acquiescence.

His body temperature spiked. He didn't know the last time he'd felt so … lost.

Her innocence should have stopped him. Instead it obliterated his common sense.

The Tenacious Tycoons

Two billionaire brothers to be reckoned with!

Brothers Harrison and Coburn, heirs to the great American Grant dynasty,  have everything they could desire-the money, the power and the tenacity  to take whatever they want. Yet money can't buy everything, and if  these brothers hope to live up to their family legacy they'll each need a  very special woman by their side.

But the rules of love are nothing like that of business-and when it  comes to the game of passion, securing the deal is never as easy as it  first seems …

Read Harrison's story in


June 2015

And read Coburn's story, coming October 2015


ROCKY BALBOA PATROLLED the length of his rectangular glass-encased world  with an increasingly agitated fervor, the blinding beam of the overhead  fluorescent lights a far from suitable atmosphere for Frankie  Masseria's high-strung orange parrot cichlid fish. Used to the cozy  confines of Coburn Grant's muted, stylish office with its custom  lighting and plentiful dimmers, Rocky apparently wasn't making the  transition to Harrison Grant III's cold black-and-chrome domain any more  easily than Frankie herself was.

Her mouth twisted in a grimace. She would make the poor joke of being a  fish out of water in this startling new development of her as the  replacement PA for the CEO of Grant Industries if her stomach wasn't  dipping and turning along with Rocky's distressed flips and circles.  Harrison Grant, the elder of the two Grant brothers from Long Island,  heirs to an automotive fortune, was notorious for his ability to go  through a PA a quarter until her predecessor Tessa Francis had taken  over two years ago and tamed the legendary beast. Known for her  formidable attitude and ability to whip any living thing into line,  including even the snooty, tyrannical Harrison Grant, Tessa would have  continued to keep the world a safer place for everybody had she not  elected to do the very human thing of getting pregnant and requesting a  six-month maternity leave. A reasonable request in many parts of the  world, but not in the frantic, pulsing-with-forward-momentum world of  Manhattan. Frankie had heard of female CEOs texting from the labor room.  Yelling orders in between pushes. Not that that would ever be her. When  she eventually found the perfect man to settle down with, she'd put  raising her children first, unlike her parents who'd had them working in  the Masseria family restaurant as soon as they were old enough to bus a  table.

But that was then and this was now. She sighed and looked down at the  massive amount of work sitting on her desk, unsure of what to tackle  next. This wouldn't be her mess to weed through had Tessa orchestrated  the orderly exit she'd been intent on and found a new PA for her  impossible boss. But, according to Tessa, Harrison had simply refused to  acknowledge she was leaving. His eyes would glaze over at the subject  every time she brought it up, until finally, with time running out,  Tessa had gone ahead and scheduled the interviews.

That's when the unthinkable had happened. Tessa had gone into premature  labor last night while Harrison was on a business trip to Hong Kong, the  interviews had been canceled and Frankie had been installed in her  place by her magnanimous boss Coburn, who had decided his brother could  not be without a PA. Without so much as a "would you mind, Frankie?"

"It's the perfect opportunity to shine," he'd told her in that cajoling  voice of his. "Six months with Harrison and you'll be back with a whole  new visibility within the company."         



Or she would be just another piece of Harrison Grant's road kill,  Frankie thought miserably. It had been her dream as long as she'd been  old enough to apply eye shadow and visited her friend Olga's father in  his swanky Manhattan office, to be a glamorous PA. To wear beautiful  suits to the office every day, to live in the vibrant city she loved and  to work in the upper echelons of power where all the big deals were  made.

If that had gone against her parents' wishes to have her remain in the  family restaurant business, so be it. She'd put herself through  administrative-assistant school with her tip money, graduated top of her  class and gone after her dream.

Landing a job with the insanely handsome, charming younger Grant  brother, Coburn, had seemed like her dream come true. Working for the  legendary Grant family, who commanded one of America's oldest automotive  dynasties from one of Manhattan's marquee skyscrapers, was like taking  her "what do I want to be in five years" plan and fast-forwarding it  five years.

She had seized the opportunity with both hands, molding herself into the  epitome of efficiency and professionalism in her six months with  Coburn. Her boss's flashing blue eyes and easy smile wore his vice  presidency with a stark sex appeal few women could resist, but resist  Frankie had. She knew he'd hired her for both her skills and the fact  she hadn't fallen all over him in the interview like the others had. In  return, he'd been a dream to work with. He appreciated every ounce of  the tightly coiled efficiency she brought to his office, reining in his  tendency to run askew with his passion for his work.

So why throw her to the wolves so easily? She swallowed past the  distressed lump in her throat and took a sip of the herbal French  lavender tea that was supposed to calm her. Harrison Grant was reputed  to be as serious and tunnel-visioned as his younger brother was  hot-blooded and impulsive. He had a filthy temper from all accounts. She  said "from all accounts" because Tessa had always shielded her from her  boss, coming downstairs to Coburn's office if she needed something  rather than expose Frankie to one of his moods. Frankie had accepted the  arrangement gladly. She could live without having to deal with the  massive ego of the man voted most likely to become president by his  peers at Yale, his alma mater. Rumor had it that time wasn't far off for  the thirty-three-year-old Harrison. Her father had told her he had  enough clout within the business community to run as an independent in  the next election and, in these disaffected times, he just might win.

If that happened, Coburn would take over as CEO and Frankie would be  head honcho admin. The perfect career scenario by all accounts. If she  survived the next six months.

A throb pulsed its way from her left temple through to the center of her  head as she considered the files Tessa had left marked urgent. A key  takeover to help facilitate, shareholder meetings to organize, a trip to  India coming up in just weeks... It seemed way beyond her means.

Rocky caught her attention out of the corner of her eye, swimming now in  faster, demonic circles as if signaling an imminent disaster. His eyes  bulged out of his aristocratic head, his expression foreboding. Yes, I  know, Frankie wanted to reassure him, but we have twenty-four hours to  prepare for his arrival.

Which meant she needed to get this work done. Despite her misgivings  about the whirlwind change in plans, she was determined to prove to  Harrison Grant she was the best PA he could ever have behind Tessa, a  modern-day version of Wonder Woman. There was no other possible outcome.

The acquisition file was on top of the heap. Apparently Grant Industries  was in the midst of attempting to purchase Siberius, a Russian  automotive parts supplier. Job number one, Tessa had managed to tell her  on the way to the hospital, was to finish the additional background  Harrison had requested to support two outstanding contract negotiation  points.

She scanned it, decided it was going to be a long night and rifled  around in Tessa's desk until she found some takeout menus. The local  Thai place appealed. She ordered herself some dinner to be delivered,  slipped off her shoes and got comfortable. At seven, the new security  guard brought her food up, noticed she was working alone and said he'd  check on her throughout the evening. Deciding Harrison Grant owed her a  glass of Pinot Grigio for this one, she procured a bottle of reasonably,  but not overly, expensive wine from the heftily stocked bar in his  office, took it back to her desk with a glass and opened it.