His Apprentice (Billionaire Cowboys) by Mia De Rossi Read Free Book Online

Avery
Adams drove in the front gates of the mansion feeling more than a little intimidated,
his damp palms clamped on the steering wheel.
    Holy
shit.
    This
dude was seriously rich. Like sheikh from the Middle East rich. Everywhere he
looked there were gardeners and landscape artists and who knew what the fuck
else bustling around, helping keep the place pristine.
    Avery
pulled into the circular driveway, suddenly acutely aware that his little Honda
sedan was definitely not a brand new Mercedes or Porsche and that it
wore dents as decorations. Avery thought they gave it character, but he was
sure his new employer wouldn’t think so.
    Stepping
out, he crunched across the gravel to the massive front door and pressed the
doorbell. A few moments later, a burly man in a tightly fitting black t-shirt
and black pants answered, his face serious.
    When
the man stared at him without saying anything, Avery realized he was waiting
for him to speak first. “Um, hello. My name is Avery Adams. I’m here as
an apprentice to Mr. Hamilton. From Vanderbilt University?” He mentally cursed
himself for being so easily freaked. He had a right to be here—Avery, among all
the other students, had been chosen by his business professor to work as Mr. Hamilton’s
apprentice. Five hundred people had applied. Daniel Hamilton had a hard-won
reputation as one of the leading business people in the western world.
    Smoothing
down the front of his gray pants, Avery held out a hand for the man to shake.
    But
the man merely nodded curtly and turned to walk away. Avery supposed he was
meant to follow, so he did.
    “Mr.
Hamilton is a very busy man,” the man in black said as he walked rapidly down a
long hallway. “You’re here ten minutes early, which is good. Fifteen is even
better. Today you’ll hang around Mr. Hamilton and observe his daily routine.
You are not to speak until you are spoken to. Do you understand?”
    Wow.
Yeah, he understood. Understood that Mr. Hamilton sounded like a big asshole. Sure,
the man was young—still in his twenties—and had made his first billion using
nothing but his business savvy and huge brain. But did that mean he could treat
people how he wanted?
    Well,
I guess he can, Avery thought wryly as the burly man opened
the door to a big study. Obviously, from the size of Mr. Hamilton’s mansion and
the fleet of shiny cars outside, it was working very well for him.
    The
study was empty, or so Avery thought. But when the man in black cleared his
throat, the chair facing the large bank of windows on the back wall swiveled
around and Avery came face to face with Mr. Hamilton.
    Avery’s
first thought was, Ho- lee shit.
    The
man was absolutely gorgeous. Even from about eight feet away, Avery could see
that his pale blue eyes blazed with a depth and fire to which his media
pictures did not do justice. When Daniel Hamilton stood, Avery noted that he
was much taller than he appeared in his photographs—much taller than Avery, who
was six feet tall himself. Like Avery, Mr. Hamilton was broad-shouldered, but
where Avery was pale from too many days spent studying in the library, Mr.
Hamilton was tan, like he spent a lot of time on the beach playing volleyball.
Avery commanded his brain not to think about Daniel Hamilton in short shorts
playing volleyball, but his brain resolutely disobeyed.
    Right
now the billionaire was clad in dark-washed jeans and a plaid shirt, complete
with cowboy hat and boots. The first two buttons on his shirt were open,
exposing a lovely patch of silky smooth chest.
    Daniel
Hamilton came around his gigantic desk, a glass of amber liquid in his hand. He
cocked his head, and a small smirk tugged one corner of his mouth up.
    “So
you’re Avery Adams,” he said, looking him up and down in a way that made
Avery’s cock twitch in spite of himself.
    Great.
All he needed was to pitch a tent here in front of Daniel Hamilton. That’d make
a really swell story—no pun intended—for his prof back at