In Bed With The Boss
The present…
In the humid darkness of a warm June night, a long, black limousine eased up to the curb of a modest brick bungalow in the Chicago suburb of Forest Park.
Inside the luxurious car, Shelly Winston turned to the uncle she'd met for the first time that evening. "Would you like to come in? I could—"
"Sorry." Drake Thatcher, handsome as an old-time movie star, with coal-black hair and eyes to match, waved away her offer before she'd finished making it. "Thanks, Shelly. I really can't. I've got a flight to catch. I want to be touching down at Teterboro two hours from now."
Teterboro. Even Shelly, who didn't travel in exclusive circles, had heard of the New Jersey airport where all the rich people kept their private jets. The Kennedys flew in and out of Teterboro. And of course her long-lost uncle did, too. Drake was rich, after all. At dinner, he'd told her about his bicoastal lifestyle. He owned a penthouse on the Upper East Side, a beachfront estate in Miami and a Century City condo in Southern California.
The dinner Shelly had just enjoyed had been the finest she'd ever tasted. The lobster had been flavored with hyacinth v ... read full excerpt from: In Bed with the Boss ebook
