In Part Four of The Billionaireâs Intern, Addison walks away from her powerful billionaire bossâstraight into the nearest bar. Thereâs no way Logan Black would come and find her there, surely. Especially after the hurtful things they said to each other. But then the door opens and she feels itâ¦feels him. Now, if sheâd only summon the courage to open her eyesâ¦
Once youâve finished the exciting conclusion to The Billionaireâs Intern, look out for the next installment of the Forbidden Series, billionaires who can look, but shouldnât touch!
Collect all three novels in The Forbidden Series:
THE BILLIONAIREâS INTERN by USA TODAY bestselling author Maisey Yates
THE BILLIONAIREâS FANTASY by USA TODAY bestselling author Kate Hewitt
THE BILLIONAIREâS INNOCENT by USA TODAY bestselling author Caitlin Crews
Logan Black had a bad habit of turning up when he shouldnât. Heâd all but risen from the grave five years ago, and now he was here, when his social anxiety should make it impossible. The last two times heâd left the hotel had resulted in panic attacks, so of course sheâd never imagined he would pursue her here in the outside world.
Unless he was a figment of her imagination.
He took a step into the bar, and Addison knew for sure she wasnât hallucinating.
âWhat are you doing here?â she asked.
âI came to get you,â he said.
âDamn, girl,â Isobel, the bartender, said. âYouâre in trouble.â
And Addison wasnât sure if Isobel meant right this moment, or in a much broader, philosophical sense. Addison feared it was the second one. Well, and the first one too.
Though somehow the immediate threat seemedâ¦desirable. Which went a long way in showing just how messed up she was in the head.
But oh well. Owning it. That was her new thing.
âHow did you come to get me?â she asked. âI mean, all things considered.â
âItâs easier in the dark. Plusâ¦â He looked around the room. âThe bar isnât exactly crowded.â
âIâm busy, though,â Isobel said.
Logan ignored her. âAnd I wasnât about to leave you out here doing God knows what.â
âYeah, I am a loose canon, Logan, Iâll give you that. Given my wild-child past.â She rolled her eyes. At him. At herself.
âYouâre out here drinking,â he said. âAlone.â
âAre you going to lecture me on how unsafe it is? Because given that Iâve spent weeks holed up in a hotel with you, I donât think I was much safer before I came out. With or without the alcohol.â
âFair point, little girl,â he said, stepping down into the bar area, his hands at his sides. He curled his fingers into his fists and she watched the leather on the gloves stretch tight over his knuckles.
âIâm going to go to the back andâ¦inventory,â Isobel said, her footsteps indicating a very quick scurry.
âIâm not a little girl,â Addison said, standing up and starting to walk past him. He reached out and grabbed her arm, stopping her, the look on his face one of pure danger.
âYou ran scared like one.â
âThat was your goal, wasnât it? You pushed me away. You did it on purpose.â
âHell yes,â he said, lifting his other hand and dragging his leather-covered fingertip across her cheekbone and down her jaw, âit was my goal.â
âThen why are you here? And I mean seriously, how the hell did you manage?â She looked at him and, even in her slightly altered state, she could see he was affected by being here.
He took hold of her jaw, the leather cold against her skin. âBecause I decided I didnât want you to go. Fickle bastard that I am.â He released her, and she felt nothing but disappointment.
He was too controlled. Too contained. She wanted him wild.
âSomehow I donât think fickle is a word often used to describe you.â She was pushing him, and she knew it.