Bossed By The Billionaire [Book Two]

by Kaylee Quinn

  Bossed By The Billionaire (Book Two)

  Kaylee Quinn

  Favor Ford Publishing

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  Contents

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  Bossed By The Billionaire (Book Two) by Kaylee Quinn

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

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  Bossed By The Billionaire (Book Two) by Kaylee Quinn

  Chapter 1

  As soon as I stepped into the boardroom, I knew that calling this meeting was a mistake. I had thought that a weekend would have been enough time to process my meeting with Cameron Wolff. Evidently, I needed more than a couple of days to recover from one of the best orgasms of my life.

  It had been forty-eight hours since my meeting with Cameron at his beach house on Long Island, and I could think of little else. If I wasn’t dreaming about his handsome features and broad shoulders, I was thinking about how his long, smooth fingers felt sliding into my pussy.

  Even now, as the rest of the creative team peppered me with questions, all I could hear was Cameron’s low, sexy voice.

  “You don’t understand anything,” he had said. “Your inexperience tells me that you are incapable of comprehending what a man like me desires.”

  What did a man like Cameron Wolff desire? I wanted to know the answer to that question more than anything. I certainly wanted that more than the job of running this stupid meeting.

  “What did he say?” Greg, my former boss and member of my creative team, asked.

  “I bet he liked the best friend idea.” Bill nudged Eric. “That was my best idea.”

  “Oh, for heaven’s sake, stop babbling like a bunch of hens and let the woman talk.” The men immediately fell silent. “That’s better.” Janet turned toward me. “Now tell us, what happened?”

  Heat flooded my cheeks as I remembered laying back on my mattress, pleasuring myself in Cameron’s lingerie. He had ordered me to take a selfie while on the brink of orgasm, and carrying out his wishes had made me feel more beautiful and sexy than I had ever felt in my entire life.

  Obviously, I couldn’t tell my coworkers about that part. I couldn’t tell them about how he had brought me to orgasm multiple times with his long, rough fingers, either. So instead, I decided to keep my recap as brief as possible.

  “He didn’t like any of the ideas.” I held up my hand as they started to protest. “In fact, he tossed the entire binder into the fireplace.”

  Bill crossed his arms and muttered just loud enough for the room to hear. “I knew she shouldn’t have been the one to give those pitches. The girl is too inexperienced.”

  “She’s out of her league.” Eric nodded to the middle-aged woman next to him. “You should have gone, Janet. You were always the best at negotiations.”

  Janet made a noise of agreement as she studied my face. “What did he say, exactly?” she asked.

  I cleared my throat. “What do you mean?”

  “Did he hear all of the ideas and reject them one by one?”

  “Not exactly.” Cameron heard a couple of ideas, then got angry and tossed the binder into the fireplace before I could finish the pitches. I tried not to think much about what happened after our pitches burned to a crisp. Dwelling on that part of the meeting would make my cheeks heat with embarrassment for sure.

  Janet leaned her elbows on the table. “Then how does he know he hates an idea if he never hard it?”

  I shrugged and tried to appear nonchalant. “He said that we didn’t understand what men wanted.” Or, more to the point, I didn’t understand what a man like him wanted. Then he proceeded to give me a lesson on what powerful and sexy men desired, and that lesson had stayed fresh in my mind for the rest of the weekend.

  Greg huffed. Eric murmured something to Bill as Janet narrowed her gaze.

  “Was that all?” Janet asked.

  “I don’t understand your question.”

  “Did he say anything else besides we were ignorant about his brand?”

  I averted my gaze before they could see the truth in my eyes. “Not really.” He didn’t tell me anything, but he showed me something so powerful, so intimate, that it shook me to the very core of my being.

  “Are you sure he didn’t tell you about what he wanted to see in his campaign?” Janet asked. “Because I find it odd that a man of Mr. Wolff’s status and intellect had no ideas on how to advertise his own brand.”

  “Well, he didn’t mention anything we didn’t already know, if that’s what you’re asking. He only said that he didn’t like what was presented and we had to try again.”

  “I see.” Janet leaned back in her chair.

  “See, what did I tell you?” Eric said. “We never should have let an intern do a senior executive’s work.” He leaned forward in his chair. “Whenever a client rejects an idea, you need to ask why they didn’t like it, and what they had hoped to see.”

  “Mr. Wolff knows this,” Janet said. When everyone turned to stare, she added. “He’s worked with advertising agencies before.” She turned and studied my face. “That’s why I find it so hard to believe that he gave no suggestions, no hints as to what displeased him about our ideas.”

  I glanced at all of the irritated faces in the room. This wasn’t working. No one believed me. To make matters worse, Janet suspected that I was holding something back. It was only a matter of time before she figured out what really happened between Cameron and myself. If anyone in this room knew what had really happened, I’d lose my job for sure.

  I had to pull myself together and take charge of this situation before Janet figured out what really happened during my meeting with Cameron and ruined my career before it ever got off the ground.

  “I guess we need to go back to the drawing board,” Bill said. “Greg, go get us some more coffee.”

  “No need for coffee,” I said.

  “Why?” Janet asked.

  I forced myself to meet her gaze. “Because Cam—Mr. Wolff said there was no longer a need for a committee. He wants all of the new ideas to come from me.”

  Greg snorted. “He only wants ideas from an intern? I find that hard to believe.”

  “I don’t,” said Eric. He waited until everyone turned toward him before continuing. “You all saw him at the first meeting. Cameron Wolff’s an eccentric guy.”

  “He’s off his rocker,” Bill sighed, shaking his head.

  “Exactly.” Eric stood and shoved his hands in his pockets. “Launching this new clothing line must be putting him under a lot of pressure.” He glanced around the room and then tapped his temple. “It’s causing him to lose his mind.”

  “He lost his mind long before this ad campaign.” Greg snorted. “A woman’s clothing line under a male-focused brand? Is he kidding? No woman will want that.”

  “The CAM brand is a male brand,” Bill said. “This women’s clothing line will run it into the ground.”

  Janet pushed away from the table and stood. “Well, if there is no
longer a creative team, then there is no point in sitting around, is there?”

  “No, of course not.” I cleared my throat. “This meeting is adjourned.”

  “Good,” Eric said. “I, for one, don’t want to remain on this sinking ship any longer. His decision to disband the committee is a blessing in disguise.”

  “You’re right.” Greg rose up from his chair and joined Eric. “And when this shop does hit the rocks, there will only be one person to take the blame.” He looked to me and winked. “Hope you enjoy it for as long as it lasts.”

  Bill pushed away from the table. “Speaking of which, I have a teleconference with one in fifteen minutes.”

  I stared at the executives as they filed out of the conference room. Was Eric right, and this campaign was the equivalent of a sinking ship? It was a sobering thought, and the empty conference room didn’t feel very reassuring.

  Feeling overwhelmed and alone, I gathered my things and slowly headed back to my office. As my heels clicked across the polished tile, I realized that all of the pressures associated with this account had just increased ten-fold. Those executives back there had already written me off. They expected me to fail. Now, more than ever, I had to win Cameron Wolff’s approval.

  Both my career and my reputation depended on it.

  Chapter 2

  After two hours of brainstorming alone in my office, I still had no new ideas. The thought of going to Cameron and admitting defeat made me sick to my stomach. He had placed a lot of faith in me, and I didn’t want to let him down. Unfortunately, I was crumbling under the pressure associated with such a large account. My mind had frozen with fear, and there was nothing I could do about it.

  A knock at the door startled me. Taking my head out of my hands, I quickly straightened up my desk and pretended to look productive.

  “Come in.”

  Janet opened the door and peeked inside. “You busy?” Before I could respond she added. “What am I saying? Of course, you’re busy.” She stepped onto the plush, cream-colored carpet in my office and closed the door behind her. “I just wanted to congratulate you on getting such an important and lucrative account.”

  Her words surprised me. “Thank you,” I said.

  “That was really wonderful of Mr. Wolff to give you a such a great opportunity.” She slid into the chair on the opposite side of my desk. “You really are a lucky girl.”

  “I know.”

  “Opportunities like this are rare for girls like us. It’s important to take advantage of them.” She leaned back in her chair. “In fact, most women work entire careers and don’t see opportunities like this.” She studied my face for a moment before continuing. “It’s even more rare for women to be given these opportunities when they are first starting out.”

  “I realize that,” I said. “And I plan on doing my very best work to prove that I have what it takes to make it in this business.”

  She pressed her lips together in thought. “Back when I was an intern, I had to scratch and fight my way up the corporate ladder.” She nodded towards the outer office area. “I had to prove myself over again to those knuckleheads before I’d even be considered for important accounts.”

  Her bitterness over her past struggles was evident in her voice. I wasn’t sure quite what to say. I didn’t ask for this opportunity with Cameron, but at the same time, I wasn’t going to refuse it just because I didn’t have to spend years in the trenches to get it.

  After a long, uncomfortable silence, Janet glanced around the large space. “You haven’t decorated your new office yet,” she observed.

  “I haven’t had the time.” Between my meetings with Cameron and working on his account, I barely had time to eat and sleep, let alone redecorate.

  “I know an interior designer that could help you with this.” She waved her hand around at my bare walls and sparse furniture. “I could give you her number if you want.”

  The tension in my shoulders eased up a little. “That would be lovely, thanks.”

  “No need to thank me. Like I said, us women need to stick together.” She brushed off here smooth, pencil skirt. “I know that you are still new, and this account is a huge responsibility. If you need any help with the CAM account—”

  Hope sprung to life in my chest. “You really want to help?”

  Janet smiled. “Of course. We both want the same things. We’re a team after all.”

  I wasn’t sure what to make of her words. She had been so tough on me in the meeting, but now she was talking to me as if she was a friend. I didn’t realize just how much I needed a friend until that moment.

  “I could use some help coming up with a new idea.”

  She raised her brows. “You could?”

  I nodded.

  “Well then.” She straightened and sat in the large chair in front of my desk. “Before we begin, you need to tell me everything Cameron said to you at your last meeting.

  “Everything?” I shifted uncomfortably in my seat.

  “Of course. Recount what happened exactly and be sure to include lots of details. You never know what might give us some insight into what Mr. Wolff wants to see in his campaign.”

  An image of him pulling me up against his rock-hard chest sprung up in my mind. He had been so hot, so uninhibited. Just thinking about it made butterflies dance in my lower abdomen.

  “Well,” I cleared my throat. “I arrived at his beach house on Long Island—”

  Janet furrowed her brow. “His beach house?”

  “Yes.”

  “Why did he have you drive out to his personal vacation home? Why didn’t he meet you at his offices in the city?”

  I shrugged. “He said that he wanted to see the new ideas as soon as they were ready. He didn’t want to wait until Monday.”

  “So, he had you drive out to his beach house?”

  “Yes.”

  “Why there?”

  “What do you mean?”

  “Why did the meeting have to take place at his beach house?”

  “I don’t know. Perhaps he had some business there to attend to.”

  “Did he have a home office there?”

  “I didn’t see one.”

  “Then how do you know he conducts business there?”

  “I don’t know. I’m just guessing.”

  She rubbed her chin. “You’re just guessing,” she repeated. “How interesting.”

  The more Janet spoke, the more uneasy I felt. I had a sneaking suspicion that this woman didn’t want to help me so much as gather the juicy details about my private meeting with Cameron.

  She studied my face for a moment before continuing. “So, you drove out to the beach house—then what happened?”

  “He gave me a tour.”

  “A tour of the house?”

  “Yes.”

  “Don’t you find that strange?”

  “Not necessarily.”

  “No, I don’t suppose you would.” She slid to the edge of her seat. “Did he say anything during this tour?”

  “Like what?”

  “Anything about the campaign?”

  I thought for a moment, then shook my head. “No.”

  “Anything about his business or his brand?”

  “No.”

  She frowned. “What did he talk about then?”

  “His family.”

  “His family?”

  “Yes.” Suddenly I felt hot and uncomfortable. I didn’t like where this line of questioning was going. It felt too personal.

  “And then what happened?” she asked.

  “Then he took me inside.”

  “And then did you talk about the campaign?”

  “Not exactly.”

  She frowned. “What did you talk about?”

  I thought about how Cameron had shown me his closet full of lingerie, and how he had asked me questions about my non-existent sex life.

  You don’t understand what a man like me desires…

  “Well?”


  Frustration grew inside of me. “I don’t see how this is important—”

  “This is very important. To know the CAM brand, we need to know the man. That means we need to know every detail about your meeting. What did he wear? What did he say? What did you do? All of these things are important. They make up the type of man Cameron Wolff is. Once we know who he is, we’ll know what he wants to see in his campaign.”

  You don’t understand what a man like me desires…

  That was it. I couldn’t come up with a fresh idea because I was too wrapped up in the pressure of running a large account. I needed to stop thinking about the clothing and start thinking about the man. The more time I spent with Cameron, the more I’d understand both him and his brand. Only when I fully understood Cameron the man would I be able to create an effective campaign for his product.

  “Sadie, answer me,” Janet said, jarring me from my thoughts. “You have to tell me exactly what went on in that beach house this weekend.”

  I lifted my chin in defiance. “No.”

  Surprise flashed through Janet’s features. “No?”

  “No, I don’t need to tell you what happened this weekend. I don’t need to tell you anything at all.” I was tired of trying to justify my time with Cameron. “What happened this weekend is none of your business.”

  “Honey, if I’m to help you with your campaign—”

  “Cameron isn’t interested in anyone else giving input on his campaign.”

  “But you said—”

  “I know what I said. I was wrong.”

  “Wrong? Oh honey, the pressure is getting to you. Look, let’s see what you have so far. Perhaps together we can—”

  I held up my hand, stopping her from grabbing some papers off my desk. “No. Cameron specifically stated that he wants all future ideas for his campaign to come from me and me alone.”