Trapped With The Tycoon

“What happened last night—”

“Will happen again,” Braden finished. “The pace we set is up to you, but the end result is inevitable.”

Zara shifted to face him. “I need this job.”

“I assumed so, that’s why I hired you.” Well, one of the reasons.

“And the job has nothing to do with what’s going on between us.”

“Nothing is going on,” she all but yelled. “Nothing can go on. Not while I’m working for you.”

“Fine. You’re fired.”

Zara glared at him. “That’s ridiculous.”

“I always get what I want, Zara.”

“And you’re that desperate for a bedmate?”

Leaning forward, his fingertips found the side of her face, stroking down to her neck where she trembled. “No. Just you.”

“Why?” she whispered.

“Why not?” he retorted.

His hand came up to cup the side of her face. He stroked her lip as his other hand cupped the back of her head. A soft sigh escaped her.

“You’re not thinking work right now, are you? You’re concentrating on my touch, on how you want more.”

“What are you doing to me?”

“Proving a point.”

* * *

Trapped with the Tycoon is part of the Mafia Moguls series: For this tight-knit mob family, going legitimate leads to love!

Trapped with the Tycoon

Jules Bennett

www.millsandboon.co.uk

Award-winning author JULES BENNETT is no stranger to romance—she met her husband when she was only fourteen. After dating through high school, the two married. He encouraged her to chase her dream of becoming an author. Jules has now published nearly thirty novels. She and her husband are living their own happily-ever-after while raising two girls. Jules loves to hear from readers through her website, www.julesbennett.com, her Facebook fan page or on Twitter.

When I proposed a mafia series for Mills & Boon Desire, I had no idea how it would go over with my editor. But when Stacy Boyd’s face lit up with excitement, I knew we were on the same page … literally.

This book is for you, Stacy!

Contents

Cover

Introduction

Title Page

About the Author

Dedication

One

Two

Three

Four

Five

Six

Seven

Eight

Nine

Ten

Eleven

Twelve

Thirteen

Fourteen

Fifteen

Sixteen

Seventeen

Eighteen

Nineteen

Epilogue

Extract

Copyright

One

The second her ex’s fingers closed around her arm, Zara Perkins jerked from the firm grasp. “I’m not dancing, I’m working.”

Having Shane Chapman show up at the biggest job she’d ever taken on for the most prestigious family she’d ever worked for was just her luck. She prided herself on her business, on doing everything in her power to make her clients’ parties the event they hired her for. And Shane could ruin it all.

“You’re such a tease,” he mocked, the whiskey on his breath repugnant. “I saw you looking at me.”

Sure, with disdain when she realized he was in attendance. She’d rather walk barefoot over shards of glass than let his arms wrap around her. Zara prayed Shane would go away. This was a new job, a job she desperately needed. The last thing she wanted to do was have to defend a man she had the misfortune of dating a few times.

“Dance with me.”

The low, demanding words sent shivers through her body. Zara knew without turning around who would be behind her...her new employer and rumored-to-be corrupt business mogul Braden O’Shea.

With Shane directly in front of her and Braden behind her, Zara was literally stuck in the exact predicament she didn’t want to be in on her first big night of working for the O’Sheas. But right now, she was bracketed by two powerful men. One she wanted nothing to do with and the other set her heart racing as only a mysterious, intriguing man could do. The few times she’d been in his office had been a bit difficult to concentrate. Braden O’Shea exuded authority, control and sex appeal.

Humiliation flooded her at the idea that Braden had to intervene. She was here in a professional capacity. Having her ex confront her was not exactly showcasing the reputation she’d worked so hard to build, and coming off as anything less than professional could be career suicide.

Shane glared over her shoulder, silently telling Braden precisely what he thought of the interruption, but before Zara could say a word to either man, Braden took hold of her arm and pulled her to the dance area in the ballroom of his lavish, historical home.

Instantly she was plastered against the oldest of the O’Shea siblings...not a difficult position to find herself in, actually. She had often appreciated the visual of his broad, sexy body wrapped in the finest of black suits with black shirt and no tie. But being up close and personal, breathing in what was undoubtedly expensive, masculine cologne that had her eyes fluttering closed as she inhaled, was another level of torture entirely.

The man exuded sex appeal, but he was her new boss, and she needed this job for the prestige and the insanely large paycheck. This was her first official event with this prominent family after being officially hired a few months ago. Screwups...screwing of any kind...was not allowed.

So, no sex thoughts. None. Okay, maybe later when she was alone.