Isabelle Drake

Monday, August 30, 2021

Ambushing the Boss, Invitations series #5

About the book:

A video camera, a too-short-to-ignore skirt and a come-get-me attitude—Jake Reed doesn’t stand a chance against Sabrina Weller.

Sabrina Weller has just moved to Washington DC and is ready to make the most of city life. When her cousin, Eva Marie, holds a welcome event, Sabrina meets Jake Reed. He’s awkward and abrupt but something about him makes her hot. The next time she sees him, he’s pretending to be Jay Allen, entry level new hire at Steelsmart, the same company she’s recently started working for.

Jake Reed, the socially inept new president of Steelsmart Corporation, has two problems on his hands. One, his newly acquired company has morale problems. Two, he wants to bed one of his employees. When his vice president arranges for the entire company to go on a retreat on a secluded island, Jake can’t avoid crossing paths with the sweet-talking, fast-living temp who continually teases and tempts him. He’s in over his head and she isn’t about to give up until she gets what she wants.

Excerpt:

The wood-paneled elevator stopped on the sixth floor, the doors opened then Jake Reed stepped out. As he had on the first floor, he paused in front of one of the polished mirrors covering the walls on both sides of the elevator door. But unlike a few minutes ago, he reconsidered his choices. He probably should’ve worn a polo, not one of his hand-sewn Oxfords. The belt and pants, khakis, were probably all right, but if anyone noticed his polished-to-perfection Bruno Maglis, his cover as Jay Allen might be blown even before he had a chance to discover anything. To offset the possibility that anyone would notice the expensive shoes, Jake grabbed a fist full of his shirt, cringing as he squeezed the smooth, starched fabric into wrinkled submission then yanked out one side enough to give himself what he hoped was an ordinary guy vibe.

Next, he pulled out his cell and one last quick his email. Nothing that couldn’t wait until lunch, assuming new employees in the lowest positions at Steelsmart got to eat lunch. The working conditions couldn’t be that bad, could they?

Jake turned his phone to silent then slipped it back into his pocket but before he’d taken a step, it hummed against his thigh. He pulled it out and read the screen. Shit. More bad news. Typical Monday morning.

But that was the reason he was there, pretending to be an ordinary employee at Steelsmart instead of who he actually was—the new president. He in the mirror and scowled. Pretending had never been his strong suit. Getting things done had. He dropped his phone into his pocket, took the fake new hire documents out of his back pocket and headed to the Human Resources office at the end of the hall.

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