Seduced By My Billionaire Boss (The Billionaire Boss Series, #1) by Sierra Rose Read Free Book Online Page A

weights and pretending not to look my way. I bit my lip to keep from smiling and turned up the speed to run faster.
    The problem with Michael was, he wasn’t a bad guy. It wasn’t like I could just write him off and feel okay about it. In fact, aside from being entirely too bold, he actually seemed like a great guy. He was forward, sure, but he was charming and utterly adorable about it. And then of course...there was that face.
    In a different life, who knows?
    All I knew for sure was that it wasn’t going to happen in this one.
    “Jenna, can I ask you a question?”
    I tried to glare at him, still biting my lip to keep from smiling. “What.”
    “Are these weights making me come off as...too powerful?”
    I barked with laughter and missed a step, throwing my hands onto the rail so I wouldn’t fall.
    “I’m being serious. I don’t want to look too strong or attractive—it can be off-putting to some people.” He shook his head as if exasperated by the problem. “I don’t know. Maybe I’ll just take my shirt off.”
    “Enough, okay!”
    I turned off the machine and got to the floor, panting. He was up in an instant, standing by my side and looking just as frazzled as me.
    “Finally—I haven’t had to work this hard to get someone into bed since maybe the sixth grade.” I shot him a disbelieving look, and he nodded sagely. “Mariana Cabral. And she only spoke Portuguese. It was painfully difficult to communicate what I was trying to do.”
    “You are freaking unbelievable.”
    He flashed a winning smile. “You say that now...”
    “Just stop .” I giggled, smacking him on the shoulder.
    “Fine,” he frowned, “but only until you re-hydrate. It’s not fair seducing you like this. I don’t want to give myself any unfair advantages.”
    He snapped his fingers and in the blink of an eye, two coconut waters appeared on a tray in front of us. By the time I looked up, the attendant was already gone. I stared around in wonder as Michael took a long sip. My gym had attendants? I was almost tempted to snap my fingers and see what happened, but Michael was staring at me again, and I went back on guard.
    “So...you really held your own during the presentation today.”
    I flashed him a quick look, unsure as to whether he was messing with me, and he threw back his head and laughed.
    “I’m serious—not many people could go toe to toe with Tom like that. You really know your stuff.”
    I sank my face into my hands, pushing back my bangs. “It was a nightmare. I had no idea what was even going on...”
    He nodded understandingly. “I feel that way about staff meetings all the time.”
    I laughed again and cast him another sideways look. “Yeah, your last name aside, you don’t really strike me as...the businessman type.”
    He flashed me a quirky smile. “Contrary to public belief, not every small child actually wants to grow up in a conference room. Tom was born in a suit. That’s...that’s not me.”
    I cocked my head, genuinely interested. “So why do it?”
    “Dad.” He shrugged simply. “It’s my name on the side of the building. I don’t really have a choice. If I did...well, I wouldn’t have picked finance.”
    I mulled this over for a moment, running through what I knew about him in my head. Both boys had gone to Oxford, and Michael had followed it up with Princeton, just like me. In fact, I think I’d only missed him by a year. He made the Dean’s list every semester and graduated from both schools with honors. It seemed like a lot to do...just for dad.
    Then again...his dad was Abe Larchwood.
    “And to think,” I sighed wistfully, “that Ivy League education could have gone to waste.”
    “Hey,” he grinned sharply, “I never said I was stupid. I’m bored. And I don’t give a shit about China. There’s a difference.”
    I grinned as well before my mind traveled back to the presentation and the smile faded.
    “You seem to be the only one in your family to feel that