The Ultimate Billionaire Bundle

She’s got her eyes on the prize — until her new boss takes it for himself.

I’ve put everything I have into building a life for myself. Evenings. Weekends. I’m up before dawn to be the best.

Nothing less will do at the most demanding photography studio in New York City.

I’m so close to my dreams coming true that I can taste them. A promotion. A steady paycheck. A ticket to any job in the industry.

Jax Hunter changes all that with a stroke of his pen.

Owning the studio where I work will never be enough for the insatiable billionaire.

He wants to own me, too. 

And worse yet?

I’m willing to accept his offer…

I’m on the verge of losing my breath. He looks down at me, the expression in his eyes a shifting combination of concern and irritation. “What’s wrong?” 

“I don’t—” I swallow hard. “I can’t go to this party with you. Look at this house. I don’t belong here.” Jax steps closer to me, looking like he’s either going to laugh or sigh. 

My next breath is an undignified gulp, and then I get myself together…just enough.

He considers me with eyes the color of steel. In the sunlight outside, I know they’d be as blue as the ocean. I want to look away—he’s blinding.

“Catherine—Cate. What do you think is going to happen in there?” 

“I don’t know,” I say, the last word coming out in a shameful gasp. “I work in fashion, for god’s sake. I’m not on their level.” 

Now Jax does laugh. “Who gives a damn what they think? They’re people, Cate.” He leans down, putting his strong hands on either side of my waist, and puts his mouth next to my ear. “You look incredible. Not one person in there will think for an instant you don’t belong. You’re with me, remember?” The heat from his breath sends shivers of pleasure down my spine. I want his hands all over me. 

Maybe, for today, I can go along with it. Once I make the decision, the muscles in my shoulders relax. Jax feels it too, and presses in on my waist with a hint of pressure before letting go and offering me his arm again. Yes.

For one day only, I’ll allow myself to enter his world. It’ll all be over by tomorrow. 

The carriage will turn back into a pumpkin, and I’ll be back on the other side of the wall with Sandra, fighting to keep Basiqué—and my job—alive. 

Today, I’m Cinderella.