The Tycoon's Very Personal Assistant
'I told you I'm not a working girl.' Kate Denton shifted on the stiff leather chair and shot the man sitting on the other side of the mahogany desk her don't-mess-with-me look. Jet-lagged, shaken and as good as naked under the hotel robe she had on, Kate knew the look wasn't one of her best.
He didn't reply. The insistent tap of his pen against the desk blotter seemed deafening in the silence. Bright Vegas sunlight shone through the wall of glass to his right and cast his face into shadow, making it impossible to tell his reaction.
Oh, goody, Kate thought grimly. After the most humiliating experience of my entire life, I get interrogated by a hotel manager with a God complex.
Apprehension slithered around in Kate's stomach like a hyperactive snake. Why on earth had she demanded to see the hotel manager in the first place? It had seemed like a good idea when the concierge had started making noises about calling the police, but once she'd been whisked up to the penthouse suite of offices and ushered in here, she'd started having serious doubts. The guy wasn't behaving like any hotel manager she'd ever met.
She felt more intimidated now than before. ... read full excerpt from: The Tycoon's Very Personal Assistant ebook