The Billionaire's Deal: Episode One (The Billionaire's Deal, #1)) by Crystal Kaswell
Age Group: New Adult
Release Date: July 23, 2015
Kat Wilder is screwed. No parents to take care of her. No money to pay the mortgage for the apartment she shares with her little sister. No chance at a future. She doesn’t even have time to daydream about her passions. She barely gets by waiting tables, getting treated like crap by the wealthy people who think she’s nothing.
Then she runs straight into billionaire tech CEO Blake Sterling.
Aloof, distant, and utterly in control, Blake is impossible to read. He wants Kat to play the role of his girlfriend and he’s more than willing to dig her out of debt. His intentions are good. According to him.
They need to convince everyone they’re madly, deeply in love. Their entire relationship would be a lie. And a big one. The one true thing—the two of them alone, together—that part would be amazing.
It would be Blake’s way. Blake’s terms. Blake utterly in control, inside and outside the bedroom.
There’s no way she can agree. There’s no way she can refuse
The manager takes one look at my discount heels and faded pencil skirt, and he shakes his head. Not even polite enough to glance at my resume.
"Sorry, but the position is already filled."
A.K.A. No luck kid, this is called fine dining, not cheap- ass discount dining.
Expletives pop into my mind, but I hold my tongue. I can't afford to burn any bridges. "Do you know when you'll be hiring again?"
"It's very competitive here."
"I have a lot of experience." I thrust my resume into his hands. "I learn fast. I'll work any shift--holidays, weekends, even the slow ones no one else wants."
He takes the resume but doesn't look at it. "There are no slow shifts here. And we're looking for something specific. Good luck."
He turns back to ward the office. The nerve of that asshole. Something specific. He's looking for someone prettier and thinner.
I take a not at all calming breath and walk out of the restaurant. Slow. Casual. Like I don't need the money desperately.
A rush of wind hits my face. Cold today. This won't be a fun walk. I dig into my purse for my phone. I need to check on Lizzy.
Another step and I bump into something solid. Or someone. My ankle shifts. My foot slips out of that stupid discount heel. Shit. I go down, palms flat on the concrete, purse in a lump beside me.
"Are you okay?" A deep voice asks.
Dammit, I was hoping I bumped into a mailbox or at least some normal New Yorker who wouldn't have the time to stop and help.
"Fine." I look up at the voice. Oh, crap. He's handsome. Tall. Broad shoulders. Square jaw and piercing brown eyes.
Embarrassing myself in front of a hot guy. A new high for the day.
"You look a little rattled." He leans down and offers his hand.
Okay. I take it and he helps me to my feet. He has strong hands, but they're smooth. No callouses. He's wearing a suit-- expensive from the looks of it. Whatever the hiring manager wants to believe about me belonging at Lotus Blossom, the city's most pretentious Asian fusion restaurant, I know what money looks like.
Crystal Kaswell writes steamy romances with flawed characters. When she isn't writing, she is thinking about writing. Or watching way too many episodes of Law and Order in a row.
Crystal Kaswell, author of Rouse Me, is a novelist and screenwriter living in Los Angeles. An Orange County native, she barely survived the winters while she studied film at New York University.
When she isn’t writing, she is playing board games, drinking tea, or riding her beach cruiser around Los Angeles.