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  Table of 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

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Epilogue

  Chapter One

  Her Dad’s Boss

  A Billionaire Boss Obsession

  Sylvia Fox

  Copyright © 2017 by Sylvia Fox

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  Contents

  Front Matter

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Epilogue

  Take Me, Boss

  Chapter 1

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  Chapter One

  Teagan

  The six-foot-four inches of sweaty carpenter working no more than ten feet from me makes it hard to concentrate on what Lola is saying. Scratch that. He makes it very easy to concentrate. But only on one thing.

  Him.

  Which is making this particular Facetime conversation with my friend a tad challenging because Lola Espinado believes the world revolves around one thing.

  Her.

  “Earth to Teagan.” Lola holds the phone close to her face, widening her eyes into the camera. “You’re the one who wanted to Facetime, in the first place. Remember?”

  I drag my focus from the tool-wielding demi-God with the abs and pecs chiseled from stone and the golden skin glistening in the sun. Or at least I try to. “Sorry, Lo.” I shift so I get a better view of the pool instead of the sexy temptation across the way. “I’m just a little distracted is all.”

  “I see that.” Lola rolls her eyes and settles back into the pillows on her bed. “So… What’s the house like? Is it massive?”

  Is it massive? Oh, God.

  I will not look at the carpenter’s crotch. I will not look. I. Will. Not.

  Of course, I look anyway.

  “Tea?” Lola sounds frustrated.

  “Huh?”

  “What’s the house like? Your dad’s boss must be, like, a gazillionaire or something.” Lola grins. “Take me on a tour of the place. Show me around. Technology is a beautiful thing.”

  My gaze flits to the carpenter on the other side of the pool. The muscles in his back twist under his sun-bronzed skin as he hefts a two-by-four into place. A bead of sweat rolls down from the silver-streaked hair at his temple and he pauses to brush it away. He’s older but that only strengthens his appeal. His age adds a certain level of Distinguished Gentleman to the whole Viking Warrior thing he’s got going on and the effect is more than palatable, to say the least.

  “Jesus, Tea. At least turn the camera around so I can be distracted, too?”

  I wrench my attention back to my friend. “Sorry.” I most decidedly do not show Lola the carpenter. “What did you say?”

  “I asked if you were living in the lap of luxury and thought you might like to give me a Facetime tour of the place.” Lola sighs and shifts, her image on the screen bouncing wildly. “But at this point I don’t even care anymore.”

  “Believe me. If you could see this house, you’d care. I can’t even believe how gorgeous it is.” I fight to keep my attention on Lola and not the carpenter, because speaking of gorgeous…

  Lola pushes into a sitting position. “How is it that you get to spend the next three months at a billionaire’s private ranch and I have to spend the summer at my parents’ house.” She lowers her voice. “It’s like the twilight zone here, Tea. My bedroom is this creepy shrine to my childhood. I’m surrounded by pink ruffles and unicorns. I keep waiting for Mom to show up with a weird smile and a plateful of cookies laced with mind-altering drugs.”

  I laugh. Lola’s parents developed this weird denial thing about her growing up right around the time she developed breasts. “It’s pretty surreal out here, too. I’m sitting poolside with a view of the lake and the mountains behind it.” And the sexiest older man I’ve ever seen standing right in front of me. “I can’t believe this is just how Mr. Kincaid lives every day.”

  “Ahhh, the kah-jillionaire life.” Lola tosses her hair. “Something us little people will never fully understand.”

  “I’m not gonna lie, when Dad told me his boss needed a house sitter, I almost turned him down. Who wants to spend a whole summer in someone else’s house?”

  Lola widens her eyes. “You’re kidding, right? Hello! When else in your life are you going to have a chance to live like royalty? It’s like a fairy tale or something.”

  I roll my eyes and shake my head. “Or something.” My gaze flits to the carpenter who’s trying—and failing—to hide a smirk. “But I’m really glad I said yes, even if it is weird to sleep in someone else’s bed.”

  “Shut the front door! You sleep in his bed? Isn’t there a guest room or something?”

  “Well, yeah. That’s what I meant. But even the guest room is more luxurious than anything I’m used to. And it’s still someone else’s bed. I don’t even feel comfortable messing up the covers. I just sleep on the very edge and then fix the covers as soon as I get up.” Across the pool, the carpenter glances at me. I drop my gaze to my phone the minute our eyes meet because holy fucking shit, what was that? I swear to God the air just sizzled between us.

  “What in the world do you keep looking at?”

  I shift in the lounge chair, leaning closer to my phone so I can lower my voice. “There’s a guy here…”

  “A guy?” Lola squeals. “Are you gonna finally hand in your V-card at your dad’s boss’ quatrillionaire ranch?”

  “Fucking hell, Lola! Shhh!” I pivot in my seat, turning away from the hot piece of man meat in the hope that he can’t hear what I’m saying. “No. God, no. Mr. Kincaid is having a pergola built and the carpenter is here, finishing it up. He’ll only be here for today.” My gaze wanders across the pool again.

  “And he’s hot, right?” Lola grins. “That’s why you can’t keep your eyes off him.”

  “He’s not bad.”

  “Right. Not bad.” Lola rolls her eyes so hard I’m surprised they don’t fall out of her head. “I believe that, like, not at all.”

  “Okay, fine. He’s really hot. Like, the hottest guy I’ve ever seen kind of hot.”

  Lola leans forward, her image on the phone bouncing as she shifts. “Describe him. In detail. Don’t leave out one delicious inch of him.”

  “He’s right over there.” I lower my voice and widen my eyes. “Let’s talk about something else.”

  “Nope. I want to talk about this. Is his shirt off? Oh shit, Tea.” Lola grins, her eyes gleaming with wicked thoughts. “I bet it is. And he’
s sweating, isn’t he? All muscly with power tools hanging from his belt? Turn the camera around so I can see him.”

  Thank God I’ve got earbuds in because I would die if he could hear her half of the conversation. “Lola!” I hiss. “Can we please change the topic?”

  Lola purses her lips. “Only if you promise to describe him to me.”

  “Fine. He’s older, but still totally hot. And yes, his shirt is off. And yes, he’s built like … I don’t know. He spends his days lifting heavy shit and he has the body to prove it.”

  “Oh my God. Tea. You have to go talk to him.” Lola bites her bottom lip and bobs her head.

  “There’s no way in hell I can do that.” I laugh a little. Of course Lola wants me to talk to him because that’s exactly what she would do. She’d saunter right over there, introduce herself, and they’d be having wild sex in Mr. Kincaid’s bed before the end of the day.

  Lola sighs in exasperation. “Why not?”

  “Because! That’s so not me.”

  “Right.” She bobs her head. “Which is exactly why you should do it.”

  “Come on now, what do you expect me to do? Just walk over to the guy and say hey, I’m a virgin and don’t know how to come onto a hot older man. Would you please do me the honor of popping my cherry?” I roll my eyes. “Yeah, I don’t think so.”

  The carpenter clears his throat. I turn and find him staring right at me, his eyes wide and his jaw slack. Even shocked, he’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.

  Lola laughs and falls back onto her bed, her hair fanning out on the cotton-candy-colored comforter beneath her. “He heard you, didn’t he?” She laughs even harder. “You are so smooth, Teagan. So smooth.” It’s hard to understand her through her incessant giggling.

  “Shut up, Lo.”

  I want to die. Like, run into the guestroom, throw back the covers, and curl into the fetal position until he leaves.

  “I’m coming over.” Lola wipes tears from her eyes. “You so need my help right now.”

  “You will do no such thing. I’m not allowed to have guests and you’ll only make things worse.”

  “I will not. I promise to be the best wingman of all time.”

  “Damn it, Lola Espinado. Do not come over.” I risk a glance at the carpenter and find his back turned. “I’m hanging up now,” I say to my friend.

  “I’ll see you in a few.”

  “No, you won’t. Stay home. I don’t need your help.”

  “Oh, but you do, my dear, sweet friend. You really do.” Lola ends the call and I toss my phone onto my towel, thoroughly disgusted with everything that just happened. Time and time again I prove that if there’s a way to put my foot in my mouth, I’ll find it. Leave it to me to find a way to embarrass myself in front of this man before I’ve even spoken to him.

  The heat of the sun combines with the blush flaring across my chest and cheeks and sweat starts trickling down my spine, making my skin uncomfortably sticky. I stand and adjust my bikini top—doing everything I possibly can to ignore the carpenter as he does everything he possibly can to ignore me—and dive into the pool.

  The rush of the water helps clear my thoughts and I break the surface of the water feeling a tad bit better than I did just seconds before. So, he knows I think he’s hot. And sure, he knows I’m a virgin. So what? He’s just a guy who I’ve never talked to and who I’ll never see again after he finishes whatever he’s building for my dad’s boss. It’s not like I haven’t embarrassed myself before and it’s guaranteed that I’ll embarrass myself again. All I have to do is hang on and not make eye contact for the rest of the day. Everything will be better after he leaves.

  Chapter Two

  Joshua

  Dear God, save me now. Not only is this girl beautiful, but she’s also a virgin—a scrumptious, bikini-clad virgin who thinks I’m hot. While the age gap and lack of sexual experience are appealing, the fact that she’s an employee’s daughter makes her way the fuck off limits, no matter how delectable I find her. She has no idea who I am and it needs to stay that way. I told Teagan’s dad I would be out of the country as of yesterday, so as far as she knows, I’m just a carpenter finishing up a last-minute project for Mr. Kincaid.

  But I’m not.

  I am Joshua Kincaid.

  Teagan’s dad assured me she’s responsible and would take good care of my house, but come on. She’s twenty-one years old. I live in the lap of luxury smack dab in the middle of paradise. Before I could feel safe leaving my possessions in the hands of someone I’ve never met, I needed to know first-hand that she wasn’t going to be a typical twenty-something and invite her friends over to party hard and trash the place even harder.

  So, I decided to finish the pergola before I left the country. I didn’t tell her I was her dad’s boss, but I didn’t tell her I wasn’t either. All I told her was that I’d be here for the rest of the day to finish the work and then I’d be gone. She filled in the rest all by herself. Does that make me a little underhanded? Maybe. But life has taught me the importance of trust but verify. That’s my motto. And that’s exactly what I did here. I trusted Robert when he said his daughter was a good girl, but I took the time to find out for myself, as well. And holy shit, she turned out to be a very good girl, indeed.

  A light splash draws my attention and I look towards the pool. Teagan climbs up the steps that lead out of the water, her hips swaying with each step. Her wet body glistens in the sun and she slicks back her dark hair and wrings it out, arching her back so her luscious breasts point towards the sky. I give my focus back to the job at hand before she catches me staring, but I’m aware of her through my peripheral vision all the same. She grabs her towel and dries off before walking towards me, wrapping the thing around her waist.

  “So…” Teagan takes a breath. “I’m really sorry about that…” A blush flares across her cheeks and she drops her gaze to her hands. A smattering of freckles stands out across her nose.

  I hook my thumbs into the back pockets of my jeans. “There’s nothing to apologize for.”

  Teagan shrugs, looking up at me through her eyelashes. “I know I’m the queen of awkward. My mouth runs before my brain has time to catch up, so there’s always something to apologize for.”

  “That’s one way to look at it.” I grab the power drill and give my attention back to my work. “Or, you could say you live life unfiltered and say exactly what’s on your mind.”

  The girl looks confused and then a smile works its way across her face. “Yeah, but I’d still end up apologizing all the time.”

  “That’s my point. Stop apologizing for who you are.”

  “That’s easy to say for someone like you.”

  “That’s easy to say for anyone.” I glance at her and can’t help but smile. Her dark hair frames her narrow face, making her eyes seem even bigger than they really are.

  She bobs her head, smiling in return. “Teagan.” She extends her hand. “Teagan Flowers.”

  I press my palm into hers. “Joshua.” I don’t offer my last name and wait to see if she realizes that I am the one and only Joshua Kincaid, none other than her dad’s boss and the owner of the house she’ll be staying in for the next three months.

  Something flits across her face and it isn’t recognition. It’s shock and I feel it, too. The air around us takes on a life of its own, expanding and contracting with each heartbeat. The universe draws us closer, pushing us together even as we stand still. I rub my thumb over her knuckles and then realize I’m still holding her hand and drop it like her skin burned me.

  “It’s nice to meet you, Joshua.” Teagan blushes again and bites her bottom lip. A drop of water drips from her hair and makes its way down her chest, drawing my attention to her taut nipples poking through the thin fabric of her bikini top.

  My dick stirs and I remind myself that not only is she more than half my age, she’s also a virgin. I focus on that as she walks away instead of watching her gorgeous ass, but I don’t know if those thoug
hts make things better or worse.

  Chapter Three

  Teagan

  Well that went from awkward to awesome to mortifying in the space of five minutes. Did I really have to stand there and stare at him like an idiot when he shook my hand? His touch was electric, but it shouldn’t have locked me in place. I gripped his hand so hard, he had to pull it away from me. Score one for me.

  Come on, Teagan. Why do you have to be so weird?

  Living life unfiltered my ass. Joshua can come up with all the pretty names he wants and it still boils down to me finding a way to make each and every social interaction awkward. I grab my phone and take one last look out at the view—the glistening lake nestled at the foot of mountains set against the bluest of skies. I let out a long breath. As gorgeous as it all is, I think I’ll spend the rest of the day locked in the house where I can’t make a fool of myself again. Or maybe I’ll go for a hike. Or, go hang out with Lola. Basically, I will be anywhere but out by the pool until Mr. Build It—Joshua—is gone for good. I sigh as his name echoes through my mind and gather the rest of my things before I head towards the house, trying—and failing—not to stare at his ass as I pass.

  A very familiar voice comes from the side of the house as I grip the handle on the French doors that lead inside. “What’s up, bitches?”

  You’ve got to be kidding me.

  “Lola?” I turn and find my friend strolling around the back of the house just like we’re still little girls in the suburban neighborhood where we grew up. “How did you get here?”

  “Uh… I drove. Duh.” She tosses her hair.