The Billionaire's Pretend Girlf - Leslie North Page 0,62
busy your schedule is going to get over the next few weeks,” Grayson said, clapping him on the shoulder, “you and Michelle should get that tour in ASAP.” To Michelle, he said, “What about tomorrow? Does that work for you?”
Blake rolled his neck in a slow circle. Goddamn these best friends of his. He reminded himself that they meant well…even when they were crazy about it and forced him into bets he didn’t want to undertake.
But he was just the same as them. Blake couldn’t back down from a bet.
And while he watched the slow curves of a bombshell smile take over Michelle’s face, he realized this bet might not be all bad.
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Penelope Fox thought she was applying to be an assistant to billionaire Drew Preston. With her business savvy, she’s hoping she can help Drew’s successful shipping company reach new heights. Too bad the position she applied for isn’t as his assistant: it’s as his young son’s nanny. With her bank account nearly dry, Penny’s desperate enough to take the job. But when Drew is meeting with the owner of his next potential acquisition, the other man mistakes Penelope for Drew’s wife—and to her surprise, she agrees to play along. Even more shocking? The way she’s beginning to feel about this maddening, passionate man.
Drew learned the hard way to never mix business with pleasure. His ex-wife is proof. But it’s difficult to ignore his attraction to his son’s nanny. There’s more to Penny than meets the eye. She’s as brilliant with business as she is with his son. And with him—in bed. All his orderly lines get all tangled up. Playing along with a fake marriage is one thing. Wishing it was real shakes him to his core.
As the business deal Drew wanted so badly goes south, so does his fledgling relationship with Penny, leaving him wondering if there can be any pleasure in business without Penny by his side.
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EXCERPT
Chapter One
“Why don’t you and Lisa come over to my place on Thursday night? I’ll have my chef whip up something delicious, and we can talk details on the sale.”
Drew Preston kept a bright smile on his face. That was one of the rules of business his father had taught him early in his life, when his dad was building the family shipping business from the ground up. Wear the expression you’d want people to see, even if you’re on the phone. They’ll hear it in your voice.
He needed Jack Holloway to hear an easy confidence today, because Jack’s company—up for sale in a once-in-a-lifetime deal—was the final piece for Drew to pick up for Preston Logistics. After everything that had happened with his ex-wife Susan…
Drew wasn’t going to think about that now.
“Oh, sure.” Jack Holloway seemed to follow Drew’s father’s advice, too, because he sounded genuinely excited to come out to Drew’s place. Of course, that could be because Drew’s house was a mansion overlooking some of California’s most beautiful wine country. “Lisa will be thrilled. What time should we arrive?”
“Six o’clock?”
“Perfect. We’ll be there with bells on.”
They ended the call at the same moment Drew’s son Logan laughed in the next room of the office suite, where Drew’s secretary had her desk. His son had the best laugh. What he didn’t have was a nanny. The last nanny had been good—a little goofy, with curly blonde hair that she wore in an enormous bun on the top of her head—but two weeks ago she’d announced that she was headed off to business school, and that had been that. He’d had to interview eight candidates to find her, too.
The interview with a potential new nanny was coming up in fifteen minutes. Drew added the dinner with Jack and Lisa to his calendar, then stood up to meet Sam, his uncle on his father’s side. He’d been spending time with Logan the last couple of weeks while Drew’s staff vetted candidates for the nanny position, and Drew owed him. It was well within his means to hire a temporary nanny, but Drew didn’t want to switch out Logan’s caretakers more than he had to. The boy was only three. It was hard enough switching back and forth between Drew’s and Susan’s houses.
But when he got to the door of his office, Sam wasn’t there.
Logan sat on the leather sofa across the room from the secretary’s desk, pressed leg-to-leg