Seduced By My Billionaire Boss (The Billionaire Boss Series, #1) by Sierra Rose Page A

had doubled back the way it came and pulled to a stop in front of the most extravagant luxury hotel in Manhattan. There were socialites and movie stars milling about in the front lobby, as a white-gloved waiter passed around a tray of morning champagne.
    My eyes narrowed, and I slid back further into my seat. “He got us a hotel room?!”
    “Oh no,” the driver—a man whose named turned out to be Frank—reassured me, “Mr. Larchwood owns the whole top floor.”
    I absorbed this in silent shock for a moment, before, “So he had you bring me to his house?!” That was even worse!
    “Well, pent house, but yes. Mr. Larchwood told me to bring you directly home. Or rather, to his home.” Frank looked as though this was perfectly normal.
    The nerve of this man!
    “He also said if you refused, to remind you that he’s the boss, and it’s best not to make him mad.”
    I blinked. “You can tell him that this is sexual harassment.”
    “It’d be better if you told him yourself,” the man said.
    I rolled my eyes and gathered up my purse. “I’m going to kill him.”
    “Oh—he also said if you said that, not to let you inside.”
    “Relax, Frank, I’ll spare his life.” I got out of the car and stepped onto the curb. “...Maybe.”
    I made my way rather nervously inside—wishing I’d stuck with my more professional attire—and got swept along with a crowd headed toward the elevator. On the way there, a white-gloved hand tapped my shoulder, and I had a small heart attack. They weren’t going to throw me out, were they? Just for being underdressed?
    I turned around slowly, staring into the face of a middle-aged server. “Um, yes?”
    “Miss Jenna Harks?”
    My heart pounded even faster. “...yes?”
    All at once, a flute of sparkling champagne appeared in the air between us.
    “Compliments of Mr. Larchwood.”
    I took the glass automatically, but then stared at it in bewilderment. “I’m sorry...what?”
    “Along with a message.” The man spoke in a slight British accent. “He wanted me to remind you that he takes his work very seriously and that this is a key component if the two of you want to get anything productive done.”
    I stared at the man, then stared at the alcohol, then stared back at the man.
    A second later, he took back the glass and walked away without another word.
    My instructions from Frank had been to go to the top floor, so I pressed the button for ‘penthouse’ and stood in the back, growing increasingly nervous the more the elevator emptied out. There were finally just two people left—me and man in a suit. I watched him carefully out of the corner of my eye, hoping beyond hope that he’d been summoned to the penthouse as well, but sure enough, he got off on the last possible floor, leaving me to deal with Michael alone.
    I had never been inside a penthouse before and didn’t really know what I’d be walking into. Any expectations I might have had were based off something I’d seen on television. But they were all blown out of the water when the doors opened, and I stepped inside.
    It was like walking into a painting. A shrine to leisure living with an extra billion or so dollars thrown on top.
    The walls had been painted a light gold, just faint enough so as not to be blinding, while still giving the room a celestial glow. Pieces of furniture—all in shades of either ivory or black—were scattered strategically around the room to give it a ‘lived in’ feel while simultaneously looking both extremely untouchable and making the most of the space. There was a fully-stocked bar in the corner, just in front of the floor to ceiling windows beyond, and a large winding staircase led to what was presumably an even more exclusive second story.
    My eyes were still fixed on the staircase when a naked woman began walking down.
    I whirled around in shock, clapping my hands over my mouth and averting my gaze all in the same motion. She had been completely unfazed by my presence,