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Chapter One
Elle Olsen was either going to strangle hi rooet her fired right before her rent was due Life was such a buzzkill that way
The him in question was Doible bachelors and the bane of her existence if she wanted to keep her job as head stylist at Dylan’s He’d walked onto the exclusive floor of the luxury department store accompanied by store CEO Devin Harris, who had told her to clear her calendar for the day and take very special care of an old friend in from London who needed a neinter wardrobe and then told her to enjoy her week in the sun—whatever thatto talk the sexy billionaire out of his black suit Literally The guy wouldn’t try on anything that couldn’t be accessorized by a Windsor knot
“That is very—” He paused for a second, pursing his thick Toether as he looked at the latest offering she held up, a soft wool fishero that would play off the icy Nordic hotness of his arctic-blue eyes and ash-blond hair, not to ht his broad shoulders and superhero-level biceps “Casual I don’t do casual”
Really? She totally hadn’t been able to figure that out after his reaction when she showed hiht-hundred-dollar denim jeans But a man couldn’t live in only suits and the occasional tux—not even an international financier who spent as es as he did the boardroom A wardrobe needed variety, it needed color, it needed to adapt “Do you sleep in your suits, too?”
He dragged his gaze from the sweater she held up to her and co at her totally reasonable three-and-a-half-inch metallic silver heels, up her bare calves, across the fitted pear-green pencil skirt, over her winter-white cash her eyes She’d been stark naked, pressed up against a sixteenth-floor , having one of the best orgasue and hadn’t been as turned on as she was at thatat all of her sensitive spots until her entire body vibrated
“Do I sleep in my suits? Do you really want to know?” he asked, his voice loith just enough doance in it to make her shiver
Electricity sparked in the air around theh she could practically s out loud would be so bad right now Fucking a Dylan’s personal shopping client would be out of bounds Spontaneously co from lust would be a total no-no Of course, none of that made her want to do it any less But what she needed was to not get fired from her job because she’d schtupped a client in full view of the discreet video cameras placed around the showroom
“I’ a deep breath, Elle forced her face into a mask of subservient neutrality so distant froain, Mr Rasmussen”
“Not Mr Rasmussen Call me Dom I really think we should be on a first-naht and get into bed wearing nothing at all”
Just like that, her panties beca hisbetween crisp, white sheets Tall, hard, and—like the Viking raiders she grew up hearing stories about—dangerous It radiated fro her closer
“Now tell me what you sleep in,” he teased “It’s only fair”
“Life isn’t fair” Especially not when the cool disot hijacked by that breathy I’m-so-frickin’-turned-on lilt to her voice
“No, it’s not” He reached out and twisted a strand of her wavy strawberry blond hair around his long finger “That’s why you have to make it bend to your will”
According to the tabloids, he liked to bend women over any available surface and fuck theazillion IQ points fro thirty ine how e to accoht flashed into her head, and her knees alet out of here before she said fuck the cameras and yanked him to the nearest horizontal surface
“If you’ll excuse o find a few more options for you to consider” Elle hustled out of the showroo for cover, whi
ch she totally was
The staff-only area on the exclusive eighth floor of Dylan’s didn’t have the chandeliers, plush sitting area, chilled cha showroole plastic chair or cup of hours-old coffee at that point for all that luxury Instead, she sucked in the Dom pheromone–free air like a wo one of those fake pregnancy bellies Insta-lust had her by the et a hold of herself
“Couy”