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Beauty and the Billionaire

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"You pulled it off, you genius agent vixen!" James shouted.

"Too early for yelling, never a good time to call me a vixen," I said.

"I'll call you lord and master if you tell me the contract I sent out this morning is going to be signed by Fenton Morris. We will have the biggest party when you get back!"

I wandered out into the living room and leaned my forehead against the window. Vegas was bright in the late morning sun, and there were people teeming far below. The words "when you get back" sank into my stomach and I did not feel well.

"What if I don't come back?" I asked. "What if I stay in Vegas and work from here for a while? Would that be okay?"

"Okay? Okay? Are you freakin' kidding me? Can you imagine all the people you can sign? It'll be like shooting fish in a barrel. Plus, I'll have good reason to fly out on the weekends and check in," James chuckled at the thought. "Just get Fenton Morris signed and I'll add a move stipend on to your bonus."

"There's the door. Gotta go," I said. I hung up the phone, but Fenton beat me to the front door of the suite.

He signed for the papers and ripped open the manila envelope. "You don't waste any time, do you?" he asked.

"I sent my boss the message before we talked on the balcony," I said.

"Your boss. He's still going to give you a bonus for signing me, right?" Fenton asked. He grabbed a pen from the desk by the door.

"Actually, he just sweetened the deal," I said.

Fenton cut me off. "Well, here's to your picket fence and your private office and all the perfect stability that comes with it."

"You say that like it’s a bad thing," I snapped. "Like it’s so unreasonable to want a little stability. I guess that's not in your lone wolf agenda, huh?"

"Come on, Kya, you're seriously telling me you haven't enjoyed being let off the leash here in Vegas?" He asked. He signed the contract hard. "This is all the stability I need for now. I'm not stupid enough to predict what the future holds and what I might want from it."

I crossed my arms over my chest. "Sure, you can't even predict what you'll want in the next five minutes, though it certainly seems like it’s not going to be me."

Fenton flung the contract aside and grabbed my arms. His kiss was hard, demanding, and left me breathless.

CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE

Kya

When I softened, Fenton smiled against my lips. His hands slid around my waist and cradled me close against his hips. Instead of pushing him away, my hands caressed his chest, then up to the bare skin of his neck. I twirled my fingers into his thick black hair and let myself hope.

"I want you, Kya," Fenton said. "I can't seem to help it."

"So it would be easier if I had to go back to Chicago?" I asked.

He shrugged his shoulders under my hands. "I'm not going to lie. If you were in Chicago, it would be a lot easier for me to focus."

He shifted against me and even the slight friction caused a wave of heat between us. He smiled and kissed me again, deeper, hungrier.

I broke away before my thoughts were completely unraveled. "But I like it here in Las Vegas," I said. "Plus, it makes a lot of sense for my career."

"I don't distract you from your work?" he asked.

I tipped my head and looked into his bright blue eyes. "Unlike you, I can balance life and work."

My phone rang and a spark of mischief flashed in Fenton's eyes. "I bet that's work," he said. He pulled me tighter against him and his lips sought mine for another dizzying drink.

I almost forgot what the ringing sound meant as I tangled my hands in his hair and hung on. When I finally broke away, I swayed and he laughed.

"How's that balance?" he asked.

I rolled my eyes at him, but had to steady myself against the kitchen counter as I answered the still-ringing phone. "Hello?"



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