Breathe: A Billionaire Romance, Part 1 Read Online Free
Author: Jenn Marlow
Tags: Romance, Contemporary, Sagas, series, Action, Short Stories
was a good job, with good benefits, and I was doing everything that I had anticipated doing after school... but I expected it to be a little different.
The company was amazing. And my job was a dream job on paper.
But it still wasn’t quite...satisfying.
To start with, I didn’t really foresee myself being the go-to assistant P.R. rep, and every other nook-and-cranny, miscellaneous-odd-job-he-could-throw-at-me girl. I thought my job description was a little more narrowed down, a little more honed and specialized. I thought I was just his P.R. rep, which was something that I had fought to be for years in school.
Of course, though, I was wrong.
So here I was, in my early thirties, unmarried, and relying on a career with the only man in the city willing to give me a job. I had been searching for a year, and only just recently accepted my job with Mr. Sholts.
I was fortunate; I knew that I was. A lot of people wanted the job, including myself. It was a great opportunity to work for such a well-publicized and growing company. I just didn’t expect it to be quite the overload that it was.
Not that I didn’t welcome it though. The more overtime I put in, the more money I was able to obtain for myself and Polly.
More overtime was definitely the keyword.
I went about my day, the same as usual, except overly tired and probably completely zombified.
And just as what seemed like usual, I was at work past the hours I was supposed to be.
My body ached, my limbs barely functioned, and my eyes twitched with tiredness. I sighed. I was ready to go home.
Home.
I sighed again. I barely even remembered what my own home looked like, felt like, and smelled like. I rarely even saw it anymore.
Since working for Sholts, I had been with him almost every hour of every day. I slept near where he slept, I ate near where he ate, I breathed the same air as he did; I was basically a leech, latched onto his flesh for dear life.
His flesh...
That tanned, soft, silky flesh...
I groaned, tightening my grip on my tablet, as I tucked it beneath my arm. He really was sexy, and I hated it, but I couldn’t help the fact that he was the subject to so many of my fantasies.
Crossing through the large cubicle-filled room, I finally found my desk chair.
It was the cubicle as close to his office door as possible and strewn on the table was a picture of my mama and a few small puzzle-type blocks and devices. Post-it notes were plastered about the desk, my computer, and my small, blue lamp.
I sighed. The post-it notes were all reminders, all the things I have yet to do... and there were at least thirty of them.
I was going to be there for a while.
Chapter 4
I t had been a long night of sketching out ideas for new advertisements, and I knew that I was tired. What I didn’t know was that I was so tired that I didn’t even realize I was walking towards Derek’s office — that was, until I reached his door.
And the only reason that I knew, then, was because he was on the phone, and he was angry from what I could tell.
I couldn’t hear specifics, only heated mumbles, and I didn’t dare knock. Not just yet.
I waited, but only for a moment, until I heard him slam the phone down, and instead of storming in, I waited again. I knew better than to go in right away, right after he had just clearly been upset.
I took a couple of deep breaths, knowing that he would be doing the same to calm himself after such a heated call so late in the evening. And then I knocked.
“Yes?” he called out, and I pushed his slightly ajar door open enough to see in.
He was sitting at his desk, in his large leather swivel chair, the one that was complete with more bells and whistles and gadgets that my entire apartment had—with a bottle of bourbon on the little bar cart next to it. He held a glass between his middle finger and thumb and gently swirled the liquid as I entered.
He looked up at me and smiled gloriously. His eyes began to gleam as if he had just caught
The company was amazing. And my job was a dream job on paper.
But it still wasn’t quite...satisfying.
To start with, I didn’t really foresee myself being the go-to assistant P.R. rep, and every other nook-and-cranny, miscellaneous-odd-job-he-could-throw-at-me girl. I thought my job description was a little more narrowed down, a little more honed and specialized. I thought I was just his P.R. rep, which was something that I had fought to be for years in school.
Of course, though, I was wrong.
So here I was, in my early thirties, unmarried, and relying on a career with the only man in the city willing to give me a job. I had been searching for a year, and only just recently accepted my job with Mr. Sholts.
I was fortunate; I knew that I was. A lot of people wanted the job, including myself. It was a great opportunity to work for such a well-publicized and growing company. I just didn’t expect it to be quite the overload that it was.
Not that I didn’t welcome it though. The more overtime I put in, the more money I was able to obtain for myself and Polly.
More overtime was definitely the keyword.
I went about my day, the same as usual, except overly tired and probably completely zombified.
And just as what seemed like usual, I was at work past the hours I was supposed to be.
My body ached, my limbs barely functioned, and my eyes twitched with tiredness. I sighed. I was ready to go home.
Home.
I sighed again. I barely even remembered what my own home looked like, felt like, and smelled like. I rarely even saw it anymore.
Since working for Sholts, I had been with him almost every hour of every day. I slept near where he slept, I ate near where he ate, I breathed the same air as he did; I was basically a leech, latched onto his flesh for dear life.
His flesh...
That tanned, soft, silky flesh...
I groaned, tightening my grip on my tablet, as I tucked it beneath my arm. He really was sexy, and I hated it, but I couldn’t help the fact that he was the subject to so many of my fantasies.
Crossing through the large cubicle-filled room, I finally found my desk chair.
It was the cubicle as close to his office door as possible and strewn on the table was a picture of my mama and a few small puzzle-type blocks and devices. Post-it notes were plastered about the desk, my computer, and my small, blue lamp.
I sighed. The post-it notes were all reminders, all the things I have yet to do... and there were at least thirty of them.
I was going to be there for a while.
Chapter 4
I t had been a long night of sketching out ideas for new advertisements, and I knew that I was tired. What I didn’t know was that I was so tired that I didn’t even realize I was walking towards Derek’s office — that was, until I reached his door.
And the only reason that I knew, then, was because he was on the phone, and he was angry from what I could tell.
I couldn’t hear specifics, only heated mumbles, and I didn’t dare knock. Not just yet.
I waited, but only for a moment, until I heard him slam the phone down, and instead of storming in, I waited again. I knew better than to go in right away, right after he had just clearly been upset.
I took a couple of deep breaths, knowing that he would be doing the same to calm himself after such a heated call so late in the evening. And then I knocked.
“Yes?” he called out, and I pushed his slightly ajar door open enough to see in.
He was sitting at his desk, in his large leather swivel chair, the one that was complete with more bells and whistles and gadgets that my entire apartment had—with a bottle of bourbon on the little bar cart next to it. He held a glass between his middle finger and thumb and gently swirled the liquid as I entered.
He looked up at me and smiled gloriously. His eyes began to gleam as if he had just caught
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