Waking Up with the Boss
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Authors: Sheri WhiteFeather
A weekend of passion with the boss leads to a wake-up callâa positive pregnancy test!
When it comes to her billionaire boss, Carol Lawrence has always been by the books. But that doesn't mean she hasn't noticed Jake Waters's sex appeal. To say she's secretly bowled over by his Native American good looks and savvy swagger is putting it mildly. So when he asks her to be his plus one to a star-studded island party, she says yes. But soon the convenient arrangement turns into a whirlwind affair with inconvenient consequences: she's pregnant. Will the wedding bells toll for Carolâwith a man who runs from commitment at all costs?
She approached him and reached out to touch his scar, running her index finger along the pale line.
She was painstakingly gentle, and it made him want to kiss her. They were standing so close he could've leaned forward and captured her mouth with his. But he didn't take the liberty. They stared at each other instead, steeped in a strange kind of intimacy.
“I'm glad you survived the accident,” Carol said, smoothing his hair across his brow.
“So am I.” But before things got unbearably awkward, Jake stepped back, trying to restrain the tenderness between them. “After the crash, I used to pray to Uncta, a deity from Choctaw mythology who steals fire from the sun. I was the only one who was rescued from the car before it went up in flames.”
“Did you think Uncta had saved you?”
“No, but I wanted to steal fire, too. To have his powers.”
But that wasn't going to help Jake now. He'd already jumped straight from the frying pan and into the flame, feeling things for Carol that he wished he didn't feel. He still wanted to kiss her, as hot and passionately as he could.
* * *
Waking Up with the Boss
is part of the Billionaire Brothers Club trilogyâThree foster brothers grow up, get rich...and find the perfect woman.
Dear Reader,
Where is the most exotic place you've ever been? For me, it's the trip I took while writing this book. It wasn't a real holiday, where I got to pack my suitcases and board a boat or a plane. But it was a journey just the same. As you'll soon discover, Jake Waters, the billionaire hero of this story, whisks Carol Lawrence, his loyal assistant, off to a private island in the Caribbean. And that's the trip I took, too, deep in my mind.
I created the island and everything on it. I set the stage for the party they were scheduled to attend. I built the mansion where they were staying. I imagined the mermaid they shaped and formed from mounds of wet sand. I cooked the gourmet food they ate. I encouraged them to dance, to sip champagne, to enjoy the magical feel of each other.
And in the midst of the story, I watched them fall wonderfully in love.
So you see, the most exotic place you've ever been can be part of a book or a movie or a song. It can be a place someone else created in his or her mind. Or a place that you'd always dreamed about, anywhere in the world, real or imaginary.
Even inside the pages of a sweet and sexy romance novel called
Waking Up with the Boss
.
Love and hugs,
Sheri WhiteFeather
SHERI WHITEFEATHER
Waking Up with the Boss
Sheri WhiteFeather
is an award-winning, bestselling author. She writes a variety of romance novels for Harlequin and is known for incorporating Native American elements into her stories. She has two grown children who are tribally enrolled members of the Muscogee Creek Nation. She lives in California and enjoys shopping in vintage stores and visiting art galleries and museums. Sheri loves to hear from her readers at
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Books by Sheri WhiteFeather
Harlequin Desire
Marriage of Revenge
The Morning-After Proposal
Billionaire Brothers Club
Waking Up with the Boss
Harlequin Special Edition
Family Renewal
The Bachelor's Baby Dilemma
Lost and Found Husband
Lost and Found Father
Byrds of a Feather
The Texan's Future Bride
Harlequin Romantic Suspense
Imminent Affair
Protecting Their Baby
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One
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arol Lawrence stood in her boss's luxurious high-rise office, with a zillion things running through her mind. Being Jake Waters's personal assistant was a demanding job, with most of her duties centered on organizing his social life. No doubt about it, the jet-setting real estate mogul kept her on her toes. Not only did he travel for work, purchasing properties all over the globe, he was the consummate party boy, dashing off to exotic locations with models and actresses and whoever else struck his rich-guy fancy.
Jake sat on the corner of his desk and flung his jacket over his unused chair. As always, his shirtsleeves were rolled up, exposing the colorful tattoos on his arms, and his dark brown hair was in sexy disarray. With his disheveled good looks and need for speed, he reminded her of James Dean, except that Jake was half-Choctaw, his mixed-blood heritage lending his features an uncommon beauty.
He certainly wasn't the type of man she should be attracted to. He was too wild for a practical girl like her. Carol spent her free time on a nice, quiet quilting hobby, whereas Jake raced sports cars as his outlet. To her that seemed like an especially reckless thing for him to do, given that his entire family had been killed in a car crash, sending him into foster care as a child. Carol had also lost her family and become a foster kid, as well. But they didn't know each other back then, and the tragedies they'd both suffered didn't make for good bedfellows.
Still, she often wondered what taming a man like Jake would involve.
Yeah, right.
If the glamorous beauties he dated couldn't pin him down, then a simple gal with tidy blond hair and a sensible nature would never fit the bill. Jake was a thirty-one-year-old billionaire who'd even made some crazy internet “Beefcake Bachelor” list as one of the sexiest single men in Southern California. Women chased him with a vengeance. Of course, some of them kept trying to fix him, with the assumption that he was damaged from the loss of his family, using his free-spirited lifestyle to hide the pain. Carol didn't doubt that was true. She knew the anguish that being orphaned could cause. But her coping mechanism was much gentler than his. Someday she longed to get married and have children of her own, recapturing the home and hearth she'd lost.
Jake glanced up and caught her gaze, and a fluttery sensation erupted in her stomach, something that happened far too often when she was in his presence.
Determined to maintain her composure, Carol focused on her job. “So,” she said, “are you going to attend Lena's birthday celebration?” Lena was a pop star with a penchant for partying who ran in the same live-for-the-moment circle as Jake.
“Damn straight I'm going to go. She's my bud. I wouldn't miss her thirtieth bash.” He laughed a little. “She'll probably be half-naked and dancing on tabletops.”
“No doubt.” Lena was known for her antics. Carol was the same age as Lena, but she couldn't imagine behaving that way. “Who will be attending the party with you?”
“Now that's where I'm having a bit of a problem. I don't have a date.”
“I thought you were seeing Susanne Monroe.” A long, leggy brunette who was recently divorced from a famous baseball player. Carol had seen her strutting around the office a few times in her tight-as-sin dresses, her stilettos clicking as she walked.
“We're not together anymore.”
It was over already? “Who ended it?”
“She did.” He shrugged off the breakup. “But I was just a rebound for her, anyway.”
Carol shook her head, then glanced out the bank of floor-to-ceiling windows, where a view of Wilshire Boulevard, with its busy Los Angeles cityscape, was spread out before them. She'd worked for Jake for two years, but she still hadn't gotten used to the parade of women who came in and out of his life.
She turned back to face him. “I'm sure you'll find a date for Lena's soiree. But for now, do you want me to RSVP for you and a plus-one? And notify your pilot to be on standby for that weekend?” The party was being held on a private island in the southeastern Caribbean Sea. Lena was pulling out all the stops, away from the prying eyes of the paparazzi.
“Yeah. Thanks. It's a couples-only theme, so I'm going to have to bring someone. Lena's latest song is called âCouples Only,' and she always creates parties around her songs.” Jake paused, then looked at Carol as if he'd just solved a strange little puzzle. “Here's an idea. You can be my plus-one. That would save me the trouble of finding another companion, and it would give you a great getaway.”
Oh, my God.
Carol white-knuckled her iPad, holding it against her chest. He was suggesting that she fly off to a tropical island to drink and dance and be merry with him? Sure, she traveled with him when it was necessary, but she'd never been expected to fill in as one of his dates. “You can't be serious.”
“Of course I am. Or I wouldn't have said it.”
“But I'm not part of your crowd. I wouldn't fit in.”
“Yes, you would. You already know a lot of them.”
“I know them in a professional sense.”
“So now you can socialize with them, too.”
The nervous sensation in her stomach swirled. “I can't.” There was no way she could spend a weekend with Jake and his friends. “And with you being my employer, it wouldn't be proper.”
“Really, Carol? You're going to use that as an excuse? I'm not proposing that we have a mad, passionate affair. The couples-only theme doesn't mean that we have to be a real couple. It's just a party.”
“On a private island,” she defended herself. “And I didn't think you were proposing anything.” She knew better than to assume he was interested in her, and even if by some off chance he was, she wasn't foolish enough to jeopardize her job over it. “It doesn't seem right for us to go away together. It would be different if it was a business trip.”
“So we'll call it a business trip.”
Who was he trying to kid? “A party hosted by Lena Kent is more like monkey business.”
He laughed. “That's true. But Lena isn't that bad. She donates a lot of money to my charity.”
“I know how generous she is.” Carol also knew how important the nonprofit organization he and his foster brothers had founded was to him. “But this isn't a charity gig. It's one of her nutty parties.”
“Yeah, but just think of what a smashing time you'll have, sipping the most expensive champagne in the world and eating the most delicious food imaginable. Not to mention lounging around in your bathing suit, with the sea at your beck and call. We'll probably go crabbing, too. I'll bet you've never done that before.” He stood, coming to his full height. “This would give you the opportunity to expand your horizons and experience new things. It's crazy how reluctant you are to let down your guard and have a good time.”
“I'm not afraid of enjoying myself.” She wasn't the bore he was making her out to be. “I hang out with my girlfriends. I haven't had a boyfriend in a while, but I go on online dates.” So far none of them had worked out, but she was still trying to meet someone. “I'm just cautious, that's all.”
“Of what? People like me? Come on, Miss Proper Employee, spend a recreational weekend with your big, bad boss and his spoiled band of misfits.”
“Are you actually daring me?”
“Hell, yes.” He poured on the charm, being as insistent as ever. “So what do you say? Are you game?”
She wished that his foster brothers were going to be there. She felt safe around Garrett and Max, with how cautious they always seemed, preferring to lead more private lives. They'd grown up with Jake in the same foster home and remained as close to him as anyone could be. But they didn't socialize with Jake's party crowd.
He moved forward and put his hands on her shoulders. “Come on, just do it. Jump headfirst and see where you land.”
Carol squeezed her eyes shut, as if she really were diving off a cliff.
One...two...three.
She counted the breaths that left her lungs, then opened her eyes and looked straight into his, intending to decline the invitation. But somewhere in the insanity of the moment, of standing just inches from him, of absorbing the warmth of his touch, she heard herself say, “Okay, I'll do it. I'll go with you.”
“That's my girl.” Jake removed his hands from her shoulders and stepped back, leaving a silent gap between them.
Heaven help her. Had she actually agreed to this?
A sense of panic hit her, in more ways than one. Not only was she going to be stranded on a tropical island with her big, bad boss and his spoiled band of misfits, she was going to have to fuss over her clothes.
“I have no idea what I'm supposed to wear to the party,” she said. She wore professional ensembles to work and comfy threads on her days off, but this was a whole other ball game.
He waved away her concern. “Just call Millie and have her bring a bunch of stuff to your house. Then pick whatever you want and have her bill me for it.”
Millie was his stylist, a woman who also worked with celebrity clients. “You don't have to do that.”
“I want to. Besides, you wouldn't be able to afford this type of couture on your own.” He shot her a playful grin. “I'd have to give you a ridiculously huge raise.”
She returned his smile. “Heaven forbid.” In actuality, he already paid her a generous salary. But if he said the clothes were out of her price range, then she believed him. “I'll call her later today and see what her schedule is like.” The party was less than a month away, and Carol wanted to be prepared. She never did anything last minute. “At least Millie already knows that I'm not a model or actress or Beverly Hills type. I could never wear anything straight off the runway. I have too much meat on my bones.”
Automatically, his gaze traveled the length of her. “There's nothing wrong with having curves.”
She could have kicked herself for drawing his attention to her shape. “I didn't mean it that way.” She'd already learned to accept her fuller figure and stop trying to be skinnier than her body type allowed.
He kept checking her out, not overtly, but still looking, still being a guy. “Be sure to tell Millie to include beachwear,” he said. “Just so you'll have a complete weekend wardrobe.”
“That's fine.” At this point, Carol wanted to hightail it out of his office. But she couldn't run off without wrapping things up. She hurriedly asked, “What sort of accommodations do they have on the island?”
“It's a mansion that Lena is renting. There are caretakers who live on the property, but she'll be hiring a full staff to run it like a hotel while we're there. When you RSVP, make sure to let her assistant know that we need two rooms. Otherwise, he'll assume that my plus-one will be staying with me.”
“Yes, of course. I'll take care of it.” After a beat of anxious energy, she said, “I better get back to work.”
“You
are
working.”
“I meant on something other than the arrangements for Lena's party. You have other commitments besides that.” His calendar was filled with business dinners and charity events and city council meetings.
“I don't know what I'd do without you. You're good at keeping me organized.”
“I'm just doing my job.” But even so, this discussion seemed oddly personal. She hoped that she wasn't making a mistake by going to the Caribbean with him. How was she going sit beside him on the beach, wearing nothing but a swimsuit?
Just as she thought about the part of their trip when they'd be scantily clad, the sun shifted in the sky and the light from the windows spilled into the room, brighter than before.
He stood there for a moment, in the afternoon glare, looking as gorgeous as ever, before he picked up the remote from his desk and closed the blinds.
“I'll talk to you later,” she said, telling herself not to worry, even if she could feel him watching her, much too closely, as she walked out the door.
* * *
Jake pulled his Gullwing Mercedes coupe, one of the many classic sports cars in his collection, into a guest parking spot at Carol's apartment. He didn't believe in letting his cars sit around, all pretty and polished and untouched. It didn't matter how rare or pricey they were, he drove the hell out of them. He treated women with the same reverence and vigor. But Carol wasn't his lover, and he had no business being here. Still, he'd decided to stop by because he knew that she was meeting with the stylist today. He figured the appointment was over by now. Of course, he'd timed it that way on purpose. He was curious to see what Carol had chosen.
He was curious about all sorts of things about her. Jake had been having some crazy fantasies about his assistant.
Carol was a fascinating woman, with a sinful body and modest values. An enigma, if there ever was one. And damn if her good-girl nature didn't turn him on. It was weird, too, because proper girls weren't his usual type. He'd never had the urge to pull someone into the fray, not the way he was doing with her.
Maybe it was because they shared similar backgrounds. Maybe that was why he was daring her to let down her guard and have a good time. Whatever the reason, he needed to curb his desire. He couldn't seduce her when they were on their trip. He absolutely, positively couldn't, no matter how tempting the thought was. Jake knew better than to cross that line with a woman who worked for him. Besides, she prided herself on being well-behaved and corrupting her would be wrong.
He glanced toward Carol's apartment. He'd never actually been inside her place before; he didn't make a habit of visiting his employees at their homes. He did own this building, though. It was one of his favorite properties. He gave her a discount on the rent, a perk that came with her job. But regardless of the deal they'd worked out, he wasn't her landlord, at least not directly. A management company ran the day-to-day operations and collected the rent.