Romance: Young Adult Romance: The Perfect Game (A Highschool Football Romance) (Bad Boy Nerd New Adult Romance) by Stella White Page A
Authors: Stella White
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time he tried to lead the conversation towards the bedroom, she refused his advances by telling him it was unprofessional if they slept with one another.
*****
''Avaline,'' Colten shouted. Avaline hurried into his office carrying a notepad. ''I want you to book a two rooms at the Hilton Hotel in London.''
''Sure. Who shall I say will be staying?''
''Me and you.''
''Er....okay,'' She looked at him suspiciously.
''Why are you looking at me like that? I'm going to look at some deals in London, and I need my PA with me.''
''But you've never done any business outside the US.''
''And now is the perfect time to start. The market has reached rock bottom. There are some great deals around in London.''
''Right, when are we going.''
''Tomorrow. You'll need to book the flights as well. Me first class, you economy.''
Avaline looked a little disappointed, but Colten was in no mood for facial antics. It would do her good to realize how was the boss. She'd had enough of his hospitality. Now it was time for her to feel that she was way down the pecking order again.''
The next day Robert dropped them off at Los Angeles International Airport, and they boarded a nonstop flight to London. It took eleven hours. Colten arrived refreshed from having slept most of the way in a very comfortable reclining chair. Avaline, on the other hand, was sleep deprived and sweaty after her ordeal in economy class.
When they arrived at the Hilton, Avaline wanted to go to bed, but Colten wasn't having any of it. He decided he wanted to see the sights. He paid a taxi driver a small fortune to drive them around a list of sights he'd downloaded from the internet before they left LA.
When they reached Buckingham Palace, he prodded Avaline who was nodding off next to him. ''Look. That's where the Queen hangs out. It's great to see isn't it.'' Avaline nodded, eyes half closed. To her, it was some large building with an ornate railing in front of it. Nothing to get worked up about . Colten was equally enthusiastic at the Houses of Parliament, Westminster Abbey, Nelson's Column and Piccadilly Circus. By the time they reached the Hilton, Avaline was fast asleep.
Colten decided he would give her a few hours to sleep and then buy her dinner. They had a lot of appointments the following day, and he decided to do some preparation in his room.
At six pm he rang Avaline.
''Hello,' she said in a gruff voice.
''Did you sleep well?''
''Yes. Very.''
''Dinner in an hour in the main restaurant,'' he hung up.
Avaline had packed a black cocktail dress, and she decided if he were going to be an asshole to her then she would return the favor. He'd made her fly economy all the way from LA, and it was perfectly obvious her room was nowhere near as luxurious as his. She didn't expect the best room in the house, but she wasn't going to be treated like a servant either. She was going to make him suffer. She would look so hot he'd have an erection all through dinner.
And when she arrived in reception via the elevator, she did look hot. A few handsome men were checking into the hotel, and all of them watched every step she took until she disappeared into the restaurant. Colten was sitting at a cozy table for two in the corner, next to the window. When he saw her, his jaw dropped. As she moved sensually toward him, he saw her hips swinging, fighting the black material, and her breasts standing proud for this attention. Her blonde hair waved past her shoulders to the middle of her back.
''You look stunning,'' he said. ''I know you're my PA, and you don't like me talking like that, but you are so beautiful tonight.''
''Well it's London. It's a classy place, so I decided to make a bit of an effort.''
When the waiter was busy pouring the wine, Colten made a decision. Tonight had to be the night. It was make or break time. He wanted her, and he was used to getting his way. No, he always got what he wanted. If she wanted to refuse him, then it would be the last time.
''
*****
''Avaline,'' Colten shouted. Avaline hurried into his office carrying a notepad. ''I want you to book a two rooms at the Hilton Hotel in London.''
''Sure. Who shall I say will be staying?''
''Me and you.''
''Er....okay,'' She looked at him suspiciously.
''Why are you looking at me like that? I'm going to look at some deals in London, and I need my PA with me.''
''But you've never done any business outside the US.''
''And now is the perfect time to start. The market has reached rock bottom. There are some great deals around in London.''
''Right, when are we going.''
''Tomorrow. You'll need to book the flights as well. Me first class, you economy.''
Avaline looked a little disappointed, but Colten was in no mood for facial antics. It would do her good to realize how was the boss. She'd had enough of his hospitality. Now it was time for her to feel that she was way down the pecking order again.''
The next day Robert dropped them off at Los Angeles International Airport, and they boarded a nonstop flight to London. It took eleven hours. Colten arrived refreshed from having slept most of the way in a very comfortable reclining chair. Avaline, on the other hand, was sleep deprived and sweaty after her ordeal in economy class.
When they arrived at the Hilton, Avaline wanted to go to bed, but Colten wasn't having any of it. He decided he wanted to see the sights. He paid a taxi driver a small fortune to drive them around a list of sights he'd downloaded from the internet before they left LA.
When they reached Buckingham Palace, he prodded Avaline who was nodding off next to him. ''Look. That's where the Queen hangs out. It's great to see isn't it.'' Avaline nodded, eyes half closed. To her, it was some large building with an ornate railing in front of it. Nothing to get worked up about . Colten was equally enthusiastic at the Houses of Parliament, Westminster Abbey, Nelson's Column and Piccadilly Circus. By the time they reached the Hilton, Avaline was fast asleep.
Colten decided he would give her a few hours to sleep and then buy her dinner. They had a lot of appointments the following day, and he decided to do some preparation in his room.
At six pm he rang Avaline.
''Hello,' she said in a gruff voice.
''Did you sleep well?''
''Yes. Very.''
''Dinner in an hour in the main restaurant,'' he hung up.
Avaline had packed a black cocktail dress, and she decided if he were going to be an asshole to her then she would return the favor. He'd made her fly economy all the way from LA, and it was perfectly obvious her room was nowhere near as luxurious as his. She didn't expect the best room in the house, but she wasn't going to be treated like a servant either. She was going to make him suffer. She would look so hot he'd have an erection all through dinner.
And when she arrived in reception via the elevator, she did look hot. A few handsome men were checking into the hotel, and all of them watched every step she took until she disappeared into the restaurant. Colten was sitting at a cozy table for two in the corner, next to the window. When he saw her, his jaw dropped. As she moved sensually toward him, he saw her hips swinging, fighting the black material, and her breasts standing proud for this attention. Her blonde hair waved past her shoulders to the middle of her back.
''You look stunning,'' he said. ''I know you're my PA, and you don't like me talking like that, but you are so beautiful tonight.''
''Well it's London. It's a classy place, so I decided to make a bit of an effort.''
When the waiter was busy pouring the wine, Colten made a decision. Tonight had to be the night. It was make or break time. He wanted her, and he was used to getting his way. No, he always got what he wanted. If she wanted to refuse him, then it would be the last time.
''
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