In Bed with the Boss's Daughter

In Bed with the Boss's Daughter
Bronwyn Jameson

Corporate tough-guy Jack Manning hadn't laid eyes on Paris Grantham since the night he'd rebuffed the eighteen-year-old's invitation to obliterate her virginity.He'd been more than a little tempted by the boss's daughter - and relieved the sweet seductress had retreated to London. Until now… In six years Paris had become every man's ultra-fantasy. But the former innocent now carried her pedigree like a shield - and was fighting her way into his world of billion-dollar deals.One scintillating kiss shredded her all-business demeanor - and Jack pulled up sharp on passion's reins! He'd sworn off loving this woman years ago…yet how badly he ached for her….

“I Am Offering You A

Low-Maintenance Relationship,

Hot Sex Guaranteed,

No Strings Attached.

And You’re Turning Me Down?”

Jack nodded in response to her question, though every cell in his body screamed, Are you crazy?

“You think my father offered me this job to exert some sort of influence on you?” Paris stared at him narrow-eyed for a moment, then in several brisk strides she was out the door, but not before Jack detected the hurt in her eyes.

Her pride was hurt, he suspected. Same as six years ago. Except her offer then had been hugely different. Then she’d spoken of love. She’d wanted to gift him with her innocence and that had scared the hell out of him. Now she only wanted a quick affair to cure an old infatuation.

Well, tough.

He didn’t do one-night stands and he didn’t need to prove what he’d suspected all along—that having Paris Grantham would be addictive and way too consuming….

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In Bed with the Boss’s Daughter

Bronwyn Jameson

BRONWYN JAMESON

spent much of her childhood with her head buried in a book. As a teenager, she discovered romance novels, and it was only a matter of time before she turned her love of reading them into a love of writing them. Bronwyn shares an idyllic piece of the Australian farming heart-land with her husband and three sons, a thousand sheep, a dozen horses, assorted wildlife and one kelpie dog. She still chooses to spend her limited downtime with a good book.

Contents

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

One

He missed her entrance, but Jack knew she’d made one. She would have made one even without arriving fashionably late on her father’s arm…and even if that man wasn’t Kevin “K.G.” Grantham, billionaire property developer and host of this shindig.

Paris Grantham made entrances because she was, quite simply, 180 centimeters of spectacular construction.

Jack rolled his tense shoulders, ran his tongue around his dry mouth and cursed the sudden scarcity of drink waiters. He scanned the crush for a white jacket or a tray held aloft but instead found her. Again. Dressed in something bronze and lacy, she shimmered like old gold against the backdrop of cocktail-party black, all long legs and sleek curves, as poised and graceful as a fashion model.

Except she would never cut it as a model. Not without kissing all those gorgeous curves goodbye.

Jack tugged at his collar to ease the stiff constriction of his bow tie and wished for an equally simple solution to another hot, tight pressure—the one spreading south. He blessed the appearance of a waiter and snagged a drink from his tray. Maybe the champagne would cool his blood.

Yeah, right! Maybe he should just have stayed the hell away!

All Grantham executives were expected to attend all project launches, but Jack usually ignored that unwritten rule. He despised black-tie as much as he hated small talk and the absurd excuse for food they served at these things. He took a long sip of champagne and surveyed the sole reason he had come tonight over the top of his glass. Objectively. With his mind instead of his body.

The hair she used to wear loose was piled high in an elaborate style that accentuated the regal tilt of her head, the high angle of her chin, the way she looked down her nose…and how her fine, straight nose was custom-built for the purpose. A tiara wouldn’t look out of place on that golden head.

Yeah, he snorted, K.G. should have set a tiara on his prodigal daughter’s head and stood her on the spotlit dais instead of the model for Grantham’s newest city-living complex. The Acacia Project wasn’t the star of this show.