Seducing the Boss Lady
By: Sharon C. Cooper
Copyright © June 2016 by Sharon C. Cooper
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ISBN: 978-0-9976141-0-7
Book Cover: Selestiele Designs
Editor: Yolanda Barber -Write Time, Write Place
Published by: Amaris Publishing LLC in the United States
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This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, and incidents are either products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
About the series:
Dear Reader
I enjoy reading books that are a part of a series, and now I find that I enjoy writing them as well. Join me as I introduce you to a few members of the Jenkins family.
Steven Jenkins, the patriarch of the Jenkins family, and founder of Jenkins & Sons Construction wants what every entrepreneur head of the family wants - for his children to continue to run the family business long after he’s dead and gone. None of his four sons and three daughters are interested in taking over the reins. It’s not until his oldest granddaughter, Peyton Jenkins, shows an interest that his hope is renewed.
Now its 16 years later, he’s happily retired, and business is better than ever - thanks to his five amazing granddaughters. Toni (TJ) Jenkins, a master plumber, is his favorite granddaughter - though he’ll never admit it; Jada (JJ) Jenkins is the youngest and the most spirited of the bunch. Steven still hasn’t been able to figure her out, but he has to admit, she’s a darn good sheet metal worker. Then there’s Christina (CJ) Jenkins, the shy one in the group and the most compassionate. She’s a painter, but refers to herself as an artist. Martina (MJ) Jenkins, is a carpenter and Steven’s most challenging grandchild who keeps everyone on their toes. Last, but not least, is sweet, levelheaded Peyton (PJ) Jenkins - an electrician and the senior construction manager for Jenkins & Sons Construction.
About Seducing the Boss Lady:
Master electrician, Peyton Jenkins, is tired of being the responsible Jenkins’ girl. She’s ready to hand over the reins of the family business for a chance to live life and find love. However, fear of getting hurt again keeps her from letting down her guard. That is until her world intersects with bad-boy, Michael Cutter. Their sparks ignite a passion that can’t be denied.
Private investigator, Michael Cutter, has no intention of falling for another pretty face, not even someone as beautiful as Peyton. But her smokin’ hot body and sass can’t be ignored. She desires love and commitment, yet the sins of his father continue to haunt Michael, deterring him from pursuing any relationship other than a casual fling.
Will their pasts keep them from taking a chance on love? And will love be enough to heal old wounds?
Chapter One
“Excuse me. Pardon me.” Peyton Jenkins’ breaths came in short spurts as she ran through the airport in three-inch-heels, pulling her small carry-on bag behind her. She held a cell phone to her ear with her other hand as she darted between people, praying she wouldn’t miss her connecting flight to Jamaica.
“Okay, MJ. Gotta go.” Peyton slowed to dig into the side pocket of her Coach bag in search of her boarding pass. She needed to double-check the gate number. “Oh and don’t worry, I won’t call again.”
“See that you don’t. And PJ, try to have some fun for a change. Let your hair down, and I mean that literally,” Martina Jenkins-Kendricks said through the phone line. Leave it to her cousin, who also happened to be her best friend, to do what she usually did — say whatever was on her mind.
Peyton tried to ignore the barb about her hair. So what if she usually wore her shoulder length hair pulled back into a bun at the nape of her neck. That didn’t mean she didn’t know how to have fun.
“I’m serious, PJ. Enjoy the wedding and consider getting up close and personal with one of those Jamaican men. You can even extend your visit if you find one too irresistible to leave. We have everything covered here,” Martina added. “And before you ask, Nick and I are leaving in an hour to meet with the Washington Group about their expansion project. You have nothing to worry about.”
Yeah, famous last words, Peyton thought. She knew her cousins could handle the operations of the family business, Jenkins & Sons Construction, but that still didn’t stop Peyton from worrying. When her grandfather retired, she became the senior manager and poured her life into making the company a success.
“Okay. I won’t worry,” she finally said, gate thirty-two looming in the distance. “But don’t touch any document on my desk. I have everything in a specific order, and I don’t want to have to sort through those papers again when I get back.”
“Yeah, yeah, whatever. Just get off the phone and don’t call us until you’re back in Cincinnati. Bye.”
“Okay bye.” Peyton dropped the cell phone into the side pocket of her handbag and started running again. She couldn’t miss this flight. The next plane to Jamaica wouldn’t leave until later that evening, and the last thing she wanted was to sit around Miami International Airport for hours.
She couldn’t remember the last time she had taken a vacation. Although, this wasn’t exactly the vacation she had in mind. Her sister, Christina and her fiancé, Luke, had decided to have a destination wedding – in Jamaica. And as Christina’s maid-of-honor, Peyton had to be there. Actually, even if she wasn’t standing up for her sister, there’s no way she would miss Christina’s wedding. Just because her own marriage of five years ended bitterly, didn’t mean she didn’t believe in holy matrimony.
Anger stabbed her in the chest. That’s what happened whenever memories of finding her ex-husband and his assistant screwing on the living room sofa, penetrated her mind. For the past three years, his infidelity weighed heavy in her heart. Peyton had given her all to him and their marriage. It hadn’t been enough. She hadn’t been enough.
She had moved on and was doing okay, or so she thought until recently. Over the last two years, watching each of her cousins fall in love had sent her spiraling into depression. Most days she functioned, barely, but some days she forced herself to climb out of bed to face the world. She worked ridiculously long hours to fill the void that continued to grow in her life.
Just as Peyton arrived at the gate, the airport personnel started closing the door.
“Wait!” she screamed. “Please, wait. I’m here. I’m here.”
“You just made it,” the woman said.
Peyton’s chest heaved. “Th…Thank you.” She showed her boarding pass and then hurried down the breezeway toward the airplane.
“Good morning, glad you made it,” a perky flight attendant with blond hair and heavy eye makeup greeted. “Do you need help with your bag? Most of the overhead bins are full, but yours is fairly small. I might be able to find a spot.”
“Thanks, but it’ll fit under the seat in front of me.”
Peyton didn’t feel much like smiling or showing herself friendly. All she wanted to do was find her seat, close her
eyes, and sleep for the entire flight. Thanks to Christina, who had gifted her with the trip, including first class seats, she should have a comfortable flight.
Peyton glanced at the boarding pass in her hand to confirm her row and seat. 4A.
Annoyance jockeyed within her. Of course, someone would be sitting in 4A because that’s the way her morning had been going. First getting to the office at three and losing track of time, then running for her first flight only to be told once she was on the plane that it was delayed. Then landing in Miami thirty minutes late and having to run through yet another airport.
“Excuse me. You’re in my seat,” Peyton said to the man who was on his cell phone, papers and a file folder spread across the seat near the window as if he owned the whole row, using it as his office. “Excuse me,” she said a little louder when he ignored her.
Finally, he glanced up.
Peyton’s breath caught, and she swallowed hard. Hypnotic, light-brown, almost hazel-colored eyes met hers and she struggled to keep her mouth from hanging open. The man’s eyes, such a startling contrast against his tawny brown skin, stood out like a beacon in the night, guiding a lost soul home.
His intense gaze started at her slicked back hair and did a leisure crawl down her body, taking in every inch of her until he reached her black pumps. Suddenly, Peyton wished she had dressed a little sexier. Those gorgeous eyes met hers again, and her pulse kicked up. He didn’t speak, didn’t smile, nothing. But it was as if a magnetic force passed between them, his scrutiny pulling her in as he studied her face and she studied his.
Peyton’s throat went dry as she stood motionless.
“I’m sorry, ma’am, but we need you to take your seat.” The flight attendant slammed closed the bin above Peyton’s head.
Poof. The spell was broken.
“And sir, I’m going to have to ask you to put your cell phone away as we prepare for takeoff.”
Peyton straightened and finally found her voice again. “You’re in my seat.”
“Brandee, I have to go,” Mr. Gorgeous Eyes said into his cell phone, his attention steady on Peyton. “You should have enough work to keep you busy until I get back.”
He disconnected his call, and Peyton watched impatiently as he slowly gathered the papers from the seat next to him, stuffing them into a black messenger bag. Normally she wasn’t one to make a big deal over a seat assignment, especially in first class, but flying already wigged her out and a seat next to the window made the experience worse.
The guy didn’t seem to care that she was standing in the aisle waiting for him. He continued to take his time, giving her the chance to check him out. Though his hair was neat and cut low, he had at least a day’s growth of hair shadowing his cheek, chin and just above his lip. Peyton had always been attracted to men with a little scruff. And this guy possessed a bit of a bad-boy vibe. His broad shoulders with muscular arms, bunched beneath his long sleeved, fitted T-shirt each time he moved. Her gaze took in his wide chest and flat abs, moving down…
Peyton blinked several times. Had it been that long since she’d been with a man that she was visually drooling over a perfect stranger? Maybe Martina was right. Maybe it was time to let her hair down. Putting in twenty-hour days, burying herself in work, she hadn’t been with a man since…since forever.
Mr. Gorgeous Eyes stood. Peyton hadn’t realized how tall he was, at least six feet. Her senses came alive when his woodsy fragrance with a hint of ginger, drifted past her nose as he stepped into the aisle.
Hold up. Wait. Why was he in the aisle, acting as if he was waiting for her to slide into the window seat?
“I think there’s been some misunderstanding. I have the aisle seat,” she said.
“There must be a mistake, sweetheart,” Gorgeous Eyes said, his smooth, deep voice just as awe-inspiring as his eyes. “I always get the aisle seat. So if this is your row, you must have the window seat.”
The frustration swirling in Peyton’s gut upon entering the airplane had now changed to anger and nipped at her last nerve. “Well, I guess there is a mistake – on your part – sweetheart. I have the aisle seat.” She shoved her boarding pass in front of his face, placing her finger next to the seat assignment. “So if you’ll slide in or find somewhere else to sit, I’d appreciate it.”
He hesitated and then cursed under his breath. “Tell you what,” he dug through one of his front pants pockets and pulled out a thin wallet, “I’ll give you two hundred dollars to let me keep the aisle seat, and you take the window.”
He waved two crisp, one hundred dollar bills in her face, an I-can-get-whatever-the-hell-I-want grin on his lips.
Revulsion clawed at her insides, and Peyton glared at him. It had been a long time since she wanted to punch someone for trying to take advantage of her. The last person had been her ex-husband. She didn’t need another good-looking, arrogant man who thought he could sweet-talk her, or in this case, buy her off to get what he wanted. “I don’t want your damn money!”
The man’s left brow rose a fraction at her outburst, and she glanced away realizing they had garnered attention from nearby passengers. Some sipped wine, glancing at them over their drinking glasses, whereas others stared openly.
Why couldn’t this day get better instead of worse? Since opening her eyes and climbing out of bed, there had been one situation after another. All she wanted to do was get to Jamaica in one piece and relax on the beach without any drama.
Blowing out a breath, a second passed before Peyton returned her attention to the irritating man.
“I don’t know who you think you are,” she leaned in and spoke in a low, controlled voice though she felt anything but, her heart hammering in her chest. “You can’t just buy people off.” Everything about the man wreaked delicious havoc on her senses. Those eyes that seemed to take in every aspect of her, studied her, and then a crooked smile tilted the left side of his tempting lips. Lips so inviting that if she took heed of Martina’s suggestion of having a good time while on vacation, Peyton could start with him. She had no doubt she would enjoy kissing him.
Still holding the money up, he said, “I’m sorry. I’m not trying to upset you. It’s just that my legs are too long and—”
“Ma’am, sir, we need you both to take your seats. We can’t take off until everyone is seated.”
“I would if he would quit messing around and slide in. I have the aisle seat.” Peyton held her boarding pass up for the flight attendant to examine, her patience totally spent.
“She’s right, sir. Now if you both can take a seat, we can get going.”
“Last chance, sweetheart.” He waved the money in front of her. “I don’t offer just anyone this much money.”
“Don’t call me sweetheart and just so you know, I don’t take money from just anyone,” said through gritted teeth. “Oh and another thing. This is your last chance. Once I sit in that seat right there, you’re going to have to get to the window seat the best way you can.”
He chuckled and hesitated again as if thinking she was kidding. When she didn’t move, he eventually entered the row and moved to the window. “You’re cold, woman. Just cold.”
“Arrogant ass,” she murmured.
Once Peyton shoved her small purse and laptop bag under the seat in front of her, she quickly fastened the seatbelt. This was going to be a long flight. Not only was the man next to her full of himself and too darn good-looking for his own good, but his enchanting scent compelled her to want to lean in and get a better whiff.
How could someone who looked and smelled as good as he did, be such a jerk? How dare he offer her money.
Your ass should have taken the cash. The sound of Martina’s voice invaded Peyton’s mind, and she almost smiled. Her cousin, the hothead in the family, would have given the man a verbal tongue lashing had she been there. She would have also taken his money and not given up the seat.
Gorgeous Eyes rubbed his hands down his jean-clad thighs and Peyton tried to force herself to look
away, but she couldn’t. If those large hands hadn’t caught her attention, his thick thighs would have. He undoubtedly spent time in a gym, perfecting that body and flexing so the gym bunnies could stroke his over-inflated ego.
Peyton shook her head, trying to clear thoughts of him. What was wrong with her? She didn’t even know the guy, yet was judging him based on their seat issue. Then again, the tacky offer of money didn’t help his case.
The airplane backed away from the gate and the flight attendant at the front of the plane gave the routine safety information. Though Peyton could almost recite the spiel by heart, she tried listening. Just in case. Just in case the plane went down and she had to act fast, but the man next to her was a distraction she couldn’t seem to ignore.
Gorgeous Eyes turned to her. “I’m sorry about the seat situation. Maybe we can start over. I’m Michael Cutter…the arrogant ass.”
Oh crap. Heat rose to Peyton’s cheek, and she slid down a little in her seat. Had she said that out loud? Sure, she meant it, but she hadn’t planned on actually calling him that to his face.
“Peyton Jenkins,” she mumbled her name wishing she could crawl under a boulder.
The airplane roared down the runway and Peyton’s heart stuttered. She gripped the armrest, and her body tensed from the top of her head to the tip of her toes, her pulse pounding in her ear.
“Are you afraid of flying?” Gorgeous Eyes laid his hand over hers, and she yanked out of his grasp, narrowing her eyes at him.
“Just because I told you my name doesn’t mean I’m not pissed at you. Nor does it mean I want to have a conversation with you.”
The plane took off, and Peyton sucked in a breath, her eyes tightly closed. Just breathe. In and out. In and out. The words looped through her mind as she tried not to focus on the fact that they were going to be soaring through the sky at 160 miles an hour, thirty thousand feet into the air.
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