Bombshell for the Boss, page 1
She’s in love with her boss.
For her own sake, she has to quit.
But life has other plans. Because just as Sadie Matthews is giving notice, Ethan Hart, CEO of his family’s chocolate business, receives surprise guardianship of a baby girl. Now he needs his trusted assistant more than ever. Sadie can’t leave Ethan in the lurch. But sharing close quarters means the hidden spark between them just might ignite!
“Why are you doing this?” Sadie asked, and could have kicked herself.
Did it really matter why? Having his mouth just a breath from hers, having his gaze locked on her, was something she’d thought about for years, and now that it was happening she questioned it? What was wrong with her?
“Am I making you nervous?” Ethan asked in response.
“If you were?”
“Then I’d stop.”
“Then I’m not nervous.”
“Glad to hear it.” Suddenly any trace of humor was gone from his eyes. His features were taut as he stared at her as if seeing her for the first time.
* * *
Bombshell for the Boss by Maureen Child
is part of Harlequin Desire’s #1 bestselling series, Billionaires and Babies: Powerful men...wrapped around their babies’ little fingers.
Dear Reader,
Chocolate. Oh, yes. What could be better than a rich, sexy hero who owns a chocolate empire? A dream come true, right?
In Bombshell for the Boss, you’ll meet Ethan Hart, CEO of Heart Chocolate. He’s got it all and his life is in perfect order, just the way he likes it. And then...the bombshell.
A decades-old promise to a friend comes back to haunt him when he becomes the legal guardian to a six-month-old girl.
Sadie Matthews is Ethan’s executive assistant. She’s been in love with him for five years and knows it’s going nowhere. She decides to quit and find a new life, but changes her mind when Ethan offers her a small fortune to stay and help him with that baby.
Meanwhile, Ethan’s brother, Gabriel, is causing trouble and his girlfriend, Pam, is egging him on. Suddenly the Hart family is in turmoil and Ethan finds that the only stable thing in his life is Sadie, the woman who wants to leave him.
Together, they have to build something new—if they can.
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Until next time, happy reading!
Maureen
Maureen Child
Bombshell for the Boss
Maureen Child writes for the Harlequin Desire line and can’t imagine a better job. A seven-time finalist for a prestigious Romance Writers of America RITA® Award, Maureen is the author of more than one hundred romance novels. Her books regularly appear on bestseller lists and have won several awards, including a Prism Award, a National Readers’ Choice Award, a Colorado Romance Writers Award of Excellence and a Golden Quill Award. She is a native Californian but has recently moved to the mountains of Utah.
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The Tycoon’s Secret Child
A Texas-Sized Secret
Little Secrets: His Unexpected Heir
Rich Rancher’s Redemption
Billionaire’s Bargain
Tempt Me in Vegas
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Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Excerpt from The Forbidden Texan by Sara Orwig
One
“We already talked about this.” Ethan Hart leaned back and stared across the desk at his younger brother. Elbows propped on the arms of his chair, Ethan steepled his fingers and narrowed his gaze. Irritation simmered inside him. How often did they have to go through this? Not for the first time, Ethan wondered if having his little brother on the board was a good idea.
Gabriel Hart pushed up from the visitor’s chair and shoved both hands into his slacks pockets. “No, Ethan. We didn’t discuss anything. You commanded.”
One eyebrow winged up as Ethan lifted his gaze to meet Gabe’s. “Since you remember our last conversation so well, I wonder why you’re here trying to go over it all again.”
“Because even as stubborn as you are, Ethan, I keep hoping that I’ll manage to get through to you.”
“I’m stubborn?” Ethan laughed and shook his head. “That’s funny, coming from you.”
“Damn it, I’m trying to do something important,” Gabe argued. “Not just for me, but for the company.”
And he believed that, Ethan knew. Gabriel had always been the one to try new things, to push envelopes. Well, that was no problem for himself. But for this company? Trying something new wasn’t worth risking a reputation it had taken generations to build.
This was an old argument, getting older by the second. Ever since Gabe had taken his place in the Hart family chocolate company, the brothers had been doing battle. Ethan regretted that, because he and his younger brother had always been close. But the bottom line was Ethan was in charge and it was Ethan who would make the final call about the direction their company would take. And Gabriel was just going to have to find a way to live with that.
Standing up, he faced his brother. “Reality is, Gabe, we sold thirty-one million pounds of chocolate last year. The company is doing fine. We don’t need to take risks.”
“Damn it, Ethan, taking risks is how our great-grandfather started this company in the first place.”
“True. Joshua Hart started the business,” Ethan said tightly. “And each generation has kept our reputation a sterling one. We’re one of the top five chocolate companies in the world. Why in the hell would I want to take risks now?”
“To be number one,” Gabriel snapped. Clearly frustrated, he shoved a hand through his black hair. “Times change, Ethan. Tastes change. We can keep making the same great chocolate and we can add to our lists. Bring in new tastes and textures. Attract different customers, younger customers who’ll stick with us for decades.”
Ethan looked at his brother and felt twin tugs of affection and irritation. It had always been like this between them. Ethan had been looking out for his younger brother most of their lives. Gabriel was the wild one. The one who wanted to try new things, see new places. He was a risk taker and Ethan had rescued him from more than one escapade over the years. And that was fine, Ethan supposed, until it came to business. There, Ethan wasn’t going to buck traditions that had built his family company into a worldwide giant.
“You want to start your own company,” Ethan said softly, “and sell oregano chocolate or whatever, help yourself. Heart Chocolates will remain at the top of its game by giving our customers exactly what they want and expect from us.”
“Very safe,” Gabriel muttered, shaking his head. “And boring.”
Ethan snorted. “Success is boring? We do what works, Gabe. We always have.”
Gabe slapped both hands down on Ethan’s desk and leaned in. “I’m a part of this company, Ethan. We’re brothers. This is our family business. Dad left it to both of us. And I want a say in how it runs.”
“You get a say,” Ethan said, as irritation simmered even hotter, becoming a ball of anger in the pit of his stomach.
“And you get the final vote.”
“Damn straight I do. The company was left to both of us, but I’m in charge.” Ethan met his brother’s gaze and tried to ease the hot knot of fury that settled inside him. He understood what was driving Gabriel. His younger brother wanted to make his mark on the family company. But that didn’t mean Ethan was going to gamble everything they’d built on his brother’s risky ideas.
Yes. They could introduce new flavors, new types of chocolates with strange fillings and flavors that bucked every traditional norm. But their current customers wouldn’t be interested—they knew what they wanted and counted on Heart Chocolates to provide it.
“Never let me forget that, do you?” Gabriel pushed off the desk, then stuffed his hands into his pockets.
“Look, Gabe, I get what you’re trying to do, but it’s my responsibility to protect the reputation we’ve spent generations building.”
“You think I’m trying to wreck it?” Gabe stared at him, astonished.
“No. You’re just not considering all the angles of this idea.” Ethan’s patience was so strained now he felt as if he were holding on to the last remaining threads of a rope from which he was dangling over the edge of a cliff. So he tried a different tactic. “Introducing a new line of chocolates, hoping to reel in new custom
“Pam says the campaign could be run within the plan that we’re already using.”
One of Ethan’s eyebrows lifted. “Pam, huh? Who’s she?”
Gabriel took a deep breath and looked as though he regretted letting that name slip. “Pam Cassini,” he said. “She’s smart as hell. She’s setting up her own PR firm and she’s got some great ideas.”
“And you’re sleeping with her,” Ethan added for him. Did this explain Gabriel’s latest attempt to change things up? Was his new girlfriend behind it all?
“What’s that got to do with anything?”
Before he could answer, Ethan heard a brisk knock on the door, then it swung open and his assistant, Sadie Matthews, poked her head inside. Her big blue eyes shifted from him to Gabe and back again before she asked, “War over?”
“Not even close,” Gabriel said.
Ethan scowled at him. “What is it, Sadie?”
“The shouts are starting to drift out onto the floor,” she said, stepping into the room and closing the door behind her.
For just a second, Ethan took a long, hard look at her.
Sadie had been his executive assistant for five years. Tall, she had short, curly blond hair, dark blue eyes and it seemed to him that a smile was always tugging at her mouth. She was efficient, beautiful, smart, sexy, and completely off-limits. Over the years, he’d actually had to train himself to not react to her as he would if she didn’t work for him. It wasn’t easy. Hell, one look at her curves would bring any red-blooded man to his knees.
Her mouth was a temptation and that spark of barely restrained rebellion in her eyes had always intrigued him. Early on, he’d even considered firing her just so he could try for a taste. But she was too damn good at her job.
Walking toward his desk, she said, “I actually heard a couple people placing bets on which one of you would win this round.”
“Who?” Ethan demanded with another hard look at his brother.
She looked surprised at the question and shook her head. “I’m not going to tell you.”
“What the hell, Sadie...”
She ignored him and looked at Gabriel. “The new distributor is waiting in your office for that meeting you have scheduled. If you’d rather, I could tell him you’re in a heated battle with your brother...”
Gabriel gritted his teeth, but nodded. “Fine. I’ll go.” He looked at his brother. “But this isn’t over, Ethan.”
“Never thought it was,” he said with a sigh.
When Gabriel was gone, Ethan asked, “Did you bet on me?”
She grinned. “How do you know I placed a bet?”
“You’re too smart not to bet on me.”
“Wow, a compliment for me and a pat on your own back all at the same time. Impressive.”
“Is the distributor really in Gabe’s office or did you do that just to break up the war?”
“Oh, he’s really there,” she said, walking toward the bank of windows. “But I did want to break up the argument, so I would have made something up if I’d had to.”
“He’s driving me crazy.” Ethan turned and moved to stand beside her at the windows overlooking the Pacific Ocean. January could be cold and gray in Southern California, but winter seas had their own magic. The water was as dark as the sky, with waves rolling relentlessly toward shore. Surfers posed on their boards, waiting for the perfect wave, and a few boats with brightly colored sails skimmed the water’s surface. The scene should have calmed him—it usually did. But this thing with Gabriel was getting more irritating every time it came up.
“He still wants to make some changes to the chocolate line, doesn’t he.”
Ethan glanced at Sadie. “And now he’s got some woman helping him wage his campaign.”
“It’s not a completely crazy idea,” she said with a shrug.
He stared at her. “Not you, too.”
Sadie shrugged again. “Change isn’t always a bad thing, Ethan.”
“In my experience, it is,” he argued. He took her shoulders, ignored the leap of heat inside, then turned her to face him. Once she was, he released her and stepped back before saying, “People always talk about changing their lives. New car, new house, new hair color, hell, new beliefs. Well, there’s something to be said for stasis. For finding what works and sticking with it.”
“Okay, but sometimes change is the only route left open to you.”
“Not this time,” he muttered. Turning his back on her and the view, he headed to his desk, sat down and reached for the latest marketing report. He gave her a quick glance. “Sadie, if you’re going to side with Gabriel on this, I don’t want to hear it. I’m not in the mood to have another argument for change.”
“Right. Well, we all have to do things we don’t want to do.”
“What?” He looked up at her.
She blew out a breath and handed him a single sheet of paper. “I’m quitting my job.”
“You can’t quit. We have a meeting in twenty minutes.”
“And yet...”
Ethan just stared at her, not really sure he’d heard her correctly. This was coming out of the blue and made absolutely no sense. “No, you’re not.”
She waved the paper. “Read the letter, Ethan.”
He snatched it from her and skimmed the neatly typed lines. “This is ridiculous.” He held it out to her. “I’m not accepting this.”
* * *
Sadie put her hands behind her back so she wouldn’t be at all tempted to take the letter and pretend none of this had happened. Oh, she had known quitting was going to be hard. Had known that Ethan would fight her on this, and she was a little worried he might convince her to stay. Because she didn’t really want to leave Heart Chocolates.
But, she reminded herself, she really didn’t want to spend the next five years of her life as she’d spent the previous five. Hopelessly in love with a boss who saw her as nothing more than an efficient piece of office furniture.
“You can’t quit,” he argued. When she refused to take back her letter of resignation, he tossed it facedown onto his desk, as if he couldn’t bring himself to even see it again. “We’ve got the spring campaign to finalize, the rehab at the factory—”
“And all of it will get done without me,” Sadie said, and hoped he didn’t hear the nearly wistful tone in her voice.
“Why?” he demanded, scowling at her. “Is this about a raise? Fine. You have it.”
“It’s not about money, Ethan,” she said tightly. She already made more money than she would at any other job. Ethan was generous with his employees. That wasn’t the issue at all.
He stood up. “All right, an extra two weeks of vacation a year, plus the raise.”
She laughed at the idea and suddenly relaxed her guard. Really, for being such a good boss, he was also completely clueless sometimes. “Ethan, I don’t take my vacation now. What good is two more weeks to me?”
“You’re being unreasonable.”
“I’m being pragmatic.”
“I disagree.”
“I’m sorry about that,” she said, and she really was. Sadie didn’t want to leave. Didn’t want to never see him again. In fact, that thought opened up a dark, empty pit in the bottom of her stomach. Which told her she simply had no other choice.
“Then what’s this about?”
“I want a life,” she said, and hated how desperate those four words sounded.
But she’d spent the last eight years of her life working for Heart chocolates, the last five of which she’d been Ethan’s assistant. She worked outrageous hours, hardly ever saw her family, and the houseplants in the condo she’d purchased the year before were dried-out sticks because she was never there often enough to water them.
She wanted romance. Sex. Maybe a family of her own before she was too old to get any of that.
“You have a life,” he said, clearly affronted at the accusation that he’d somehow cheated her. “You’re integral to this business. To me.”
If only.
The real problem here was that she’d been in love with Ethan for years now. It was empty, completely one-sided and guaranteed to leave her a bitter old woman one day. Nope. For her own sake, she had to quit.
