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Bedroom Rodeo: A Billionaire Romance
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My nanny puts my kids to bed. But now I want her in my bed…
In my billionaire empire, business always comes first.
*** Buckle up, it’s going to be a wild ride! This is a steamy STANDALONE contemporary romance with no cliffhanger, no cheating, and a guaranteed happily-ever-after.***
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“Do you think this looks good on me?” I asked a girl walking past me in the store.
“Yeah, that’s nice.”
“What about blue pumps? That would be amazing, wouldn’t it? Oh, my God, can you even imagine showing up at a party with four-inch Christian Louboutin heels? The guys would be dripping off of me trying to ask me out.”
The Dress Market was one of the high-end trendy stores on Michigan Avenue, and I absolutely loved it. I’d shopped there for years and had probably spent thousands and thousands of dollars.
“Um, yeah, it’s nice,” the girl said as she gave me a little snarl.
“Okay, well I’m not really feeling you anymore, so I’m going to go over there,” I snarled right back at her.
Girls these days were so catty, and it was really amazing that women couldn’t just be nice to each other. I was nice to other girls unless they were insanely rude to me – then it was game on. There was no point of being super sweet to a chick who was just going to backstab you for no reason.
“Excuse me, do you have this dress in a size four?” a woman who was definitely not a size four asked me.
“Hmm, this is nice. Is this fabric silk? No, it’s a blend, but wow it feels amazing. How do you think it would look on me?”
“Good, it looks nice with your blonde hair. Might not fit over your, um … those …” the woman said as she motioned to my breasts.
“Oh, yeah, don’t they look amazing. I just had them done recently. You would not believe how much more attention I get with these girls. Hey, want to be on my Instagram? I’ve got over a hundred thousand followers now. I’ll tag you.”
“Sure,” the woman agreed.
“I’m Elizabeth, you are really pretty.”
“Oh, you are super nice. I love that. So I’m going to be honest with you, Elizabeth. This dress is not for you. There are some over in the corner, though, and I think you’ll love those. I’m going to keep this one for myself.”
And just like that, the nice woman turned into a total jerk as she scoffed at me and stormed off to the other side of the store.
“Do you like this on me? I think I’m going to get it.”
“You’re fired Summer. I warned you about taking selfies and posting on your social media while you are working. And you’re not even helping the customers. You spent the last hour shopping for yourself and not helping a single customer in here,” my grumpy boss Lindsay said.
“Um, I’m advertising your products on my social media. You know some people get paid thousands of dollars for these kinds of advertisements. You’d think you would be a little more grateful that I was helping you out.”
“Summer, I like you. I really think you’re a nice person but retail is not for you. Maybe you should try to get a job as a model or in the perfume section at Macy’s?”
“Lindsay, come on. I need this job. I’ve been fired from my last six jobs … wait, no, seven. I have to work as my father cut me off and isn’t paying for my credit cards anymore. He actually made me move out of the house too. You know how it is? Please, I promise I’ll do better,” I begged.
I couldn’t lose another job. Living with my friend Patrick was a lifesaver, but he was getting sick of me not paying the rent on time. He got so angry last month that I thought he might actually blow a blood vessel in his face.
Working and paying the bills was just new to me. I needed some time to adjust and figure things out. I couldn’t be expected to just jump right in and know how to do everything. My dad was asking a lot and was totally unreasonable.
“Sorry, Summer, but we can’t keep working together.”
“Okay, can I still get my employee discount on this dress, though? It’s adorable.”
“Sure, bring it up, and I’ll get you checked out,” Lindsay said.
She was a nice boss, even though she fired me. But she didn’t dress very stylish for a woman managing a trendy fashion store. I tried helping her out and giving her ideas that would jazz up her outfits, but she wasn’t all that interested. Sometimes people had to learn from their fashion mistakes all on their own.
I finished buying my dress and grabbed my bag from the back. Working was cramping my style and having the day off to shop was just what I needed. Michigan Avenue in Chicago was filled with amazing stores, and with the whole rest of my day free, I was going to take advantage of the time.
When I finally sat down at the coffee shop to rest my toes and admire my purchases, I couldn’t help pulling up my bank account and glancing to see how much money I had left for the month.