The Boss’s Game

Oscar

I am an arrogant, self-indulgent and offensive pr*ck. Plus I am exceptionally good looking and rich. I can get any woman into my bed.

I am the new CEO of the family firm, the one who has to save the company from a financial crisis. I have to prove that I'm capable of it, because I have no practical knowledge. My skills include licking off ten belly shots in one minute and seducing Brazilian supermodels.

Women mean nothing to me. I don't do relationships. I'm not interested in my conquests, just in whether I can fit their butts into my hands.

Until Kayla. She's strong-willed and confident and her curves drive me wild. Her eyes command me to stay away, making me want her even more. But she's my new PA. She's off limits.

I know she wants me just as much I want her. So I propose a business contract. Just sex. Nothing more.

As if.

Kayla

I have my eyes on the prize. I am going to make sure my career is going places. I just got promoted to be the PA to the Connell's lost son, Oscar. Score for me, career wise.

Until I realize that my new boss is that blue eyed blonde model of male perfection that I met in the gym. The one with the six-pack and the chiseled muscles; the one with the most annoying smirk in the world who can't stop staring at my butt.

I'm shocked to realize that I want him. Purely physically of course. Oscar is like a hot knife and I am butter, so I agree to his indecent proposal. Even if it goes completely against my rules of conduct.

I'm pretty sure I don't like him as a person. Who would? He's just a means to an end. Plus I would never allow myself to grow attached to a man.

So his rules suit me just fine. Only sex, nothing else.

This is a stand-alone story with an HEA, so no cliff-hangers. It includes hot billionaires, steamy love scenes and mature language. It is definitely intended for 18+ readers.