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At His Service: The Billionaire's Beck and Call
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1812816At His Service: The Billionaire's Beck and Callhttps://www.gandhi.com.mx/at-his-service-the-billionaire-s-beck-and-call/phttps://gandhi.vtexassets.com/arquivos/ids/761114/7bcc717d-8145-438c-83b6-098b0be3edf7.jpg?v=6383361066698000005858MXNDelilah FawkesInStock/Ebooks/1782702At His Service: The Billionaire's Beck and Call5858https://www.gandhi.com.mx/at-his-service-the-billionaire-s-beck-and-call/phttps://gandhi.vtexassets.com/arquivos/ids/761114/7bcc717d-8145-438c-83b6-098b0be3edf7.jpg?v=638336106669800000InStockMXN99999DIEbook20121230000000382_W3siaWQiOiIzNDI5MTI2OC05YjRlLTQ4OTQtYmQ0OC0zN2FiYTliMzI5MGYiLCJsaXN0UHJpY2UiOjYwLCJkaXNjb3VudCI6MCwic2VsbGluZ1ByaWNlIjo2MCwiaW5jbHVkZXNUYXgiOnRydWUsInByaWNlVHlwZSI6IklwcCIsImN1cnJlbmN5IjoiTVhOIiwiZnJvbSI6IjIwMjItMDctMTFUMDA6MDA6MDBaIiwicmVnaW9uIjoiTVgiLCJpc1ByZW9yZGVyIjpmYWxzZX1d1230000000382_<p>Isabeau Willcox is just the temp at the front desk, so when the mysterious, sexy and notoriously ill-tempered CEO, Chase Drake asks her to be his executive assistant, shes sure theres been some sort of mistake. However, Mr. Drake wants her, and Mr. Drake always gets what he wants.</p><p>When she enters his employ, she agrees to be at his beck and call, to be his, but what exactly does that entail? When he punishes her for breaking his rules by bending her over his desk, she realizes she may be in for more than she bargained for.</p><p><strong>This is the first part of the bestselling series, <em>The Billionaires Beck and Call</em>!</strong></p><p><strong>EXCERPT:</strong></p><p>What do you know about me, Isabeau?</p><p>He leaned forward, and I forced myself to stay still instead of shying away. He was so close that I could smell the subtle notes of his cologne: musk and wood with a hint of leather.</p><p>What did he want me to say? That everyone said he was an ogre? Or that they all wanted to sleep with him anyway?</p><p>I...</p><p>Go on. You wont hurt my feelings.</p><p>He was still smiling, slight dimples visible in both cheeks. The sight was destracting, to say the least.</p><p>I know that youre the youngest CEO and partner in the companys history, and I know that you earned the spot by working your way up after graduate school instead of using your inheritance as a crutch.</p><p>Everyone knows that. What do you know about me? The real stuff. None of this press release bullshit.</p><p>I looked down at my hands, anything not to have to look up at his face so close to me.</p><p>Um. People say... they say that youre scary. And that your assistants dont last long.</p><p>He laughed, a deep, warm sound that seemed to fill up the office. I glanced up to see him smirking at me. I relaxed my grip on the desk a little. Maybe I wasnt being fired after all.</p><p>What else do they say?</p><p>Oh, God. He cant possibly want me to tell him everything. Does he? The look on his face confirmed that he did. It was clear by the way he looked at me that I wasnt leaving this office until I gave him exactly what he wanted.</p><p>They say. Um... They say that youre very, uh, good looking... and impossible to please.</p><p>Oh they do, do they? He sat back, and tented his fingers beneath his chin. Well, do you agree with them? Do you think Im scary, handsome and woefully unsatisfied?</p><p>My mouth dropped open, and I quickly closed it with a snap.</p><p>Yes. I mean, no! I mean, I dont know...</p><p>He stood, then, and leaned in close, towering over me. You were right the first time.</p><p>Anxiety coursed through me, but I have to admit, being this close to him, smelling his scent and feeling the heat radiating off his body, it made me wonder what it would be like to be in his arms. To be his. To be owned by him...</p><p>His face was almost touching mine when he whispered to me. I am unsatisfied, Isabeau. I want you to be my new assistant. Will you do that for me? Will you be at my beck and call?</p><p>My breath left me as his words sunk in. When I finally regained it, I felt like I was trembling from head to toe. His beck and call.</p><p>Wh-what about your old assistant?</p><p>Mr. Drake leaned back again and took my chin in his hand, forcing my eyes to his. What about her? I want you.</p><p>His touch on my skin was electric. Are we still talking about business?</p><p>Yes, Mr. Drake.</p><p>His thumb stroked my cheek for the briefest of moments, and then he released me, breathless, and wondering what Id just agreed to.</p>...1230000000382_Delilah Fawkes6ddc3118-c867-4faf-9d12-be21e5e87b59_1230000000382;1230000000382_1230000000382Delilah FawkesInglésMéxicohttps://getbook.kobo.com/koboid-prod-public/3338d9ae-45fe-456e-b62c-800ef9905ffb-epub-6f3f35ad-bb99-4664-a904-24329a839ac0.epub2012-07-16T00:00:00+00:00Delilah Fawkes