What's Yours Is Mine: An Alpha Billionaire Romance (Cerise Preston Story Book 1)

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stealth of a ninja.  She closed the door behind her and was out of the lobby and into a cab, not having the faintest idea that her every move had been observed.
    Cerise was determined to place her relationship with Blake firmly back on a professional footing, and treated him with cool indifference when he came into work the next day, refusing to speak about the night before.  To his credit, Blake took his cue from her and didn’t mention the matter, sticking to business only.  She had more than enough work to occupy her thoughts, and after a marginally awkward encounter with Blake Hamilton first thing, she managed to put the matter from her mind and once again lost herself in the complex world of talent acquisition and management.  She had just grabbed her purse and slipped into her coat when Blake popped his head into her office.
    “Lunch?” he said with a frustratingly endearing smile.  She couldn’t afford to allow herself to like Blake Hamilton, he was the heir to the empire that she was taking over piece by piece right under his nose.  Falling for him in any way was the worst possible thing that she could do.
    “Sorry, can’t,” she said honestly, flashing him what she hoped was a purely professional smile. “I’m listening in on an audition at The Blues Barn, and having lunch with Ernie,” she explained, buttoning her coat.
    “Ernie?” Blake raised an inquiring eyebrow.
    “The owner.”
    “Ah, I see,” he seemed disappointed.  “Well, good luck then.” He lingered at the door as though he wanted to say more, but seemed to think better of it and disappeared back down the hall.  Cerise breathed a sigh of relief.  It looked like her resolve to establish a professional-only relationship was paying off.  Now if only she could quit having flashbacks to some of the best sex of her life.  God that man was hot…it wasn’t fair.
    Practically trotting to the parking garage, because being late for meetings definitely was not her style, Cerise jangled her keys in her hand and put her purse on top of the car while she tried to find the door lock in the darkened space.  She nearly jumped out of her skin when a voice spoke to her from the shadows.
    “I know where you were last night,” came the low accusation.
    Cerise whirled around to see Constance Hamilton stepping from behind a concrete support, looking furious.  She would admit nothing.
    “Constance, I’m surprised to see you, did you need something?” She was the epitome of cool, professional innocence.  Or so she thought.  Blake’s grasping socialite wife tossed a manila envelope onto the trunk of Ceri’s car with a disdainful grimace.
    “Open it,” she commanded. “I dare you.”  Cerise was nonplussed.  She had no idea what Constance was up to, but she knew that whatever it was couldn’t be good, and she wanted to find out what was in the envelope once the barracuda was out of sight and couldn’t see her reaction.
    “Ummm…I don’t know what this is about,” she began carefully, “but I’m going to be late for a meeting, so if you’ll excuse me…”  She reached for her purse and felt the iron grip of the tall blonde on her arm.
    “Trust me, you’re going to want to look at this now,” she instructed in a threatening tone.  Wrenching her arm away and giving Constance a scathing look, Cerise reached for the envelope sighing.  So much for looking at the contents in privacy.  Blake was right about one thing, his bitch of a wife always had to have her way.  Forcibly not allowing her hands to tremble, she lifted the flap of the envelope and shook the contents out into her hand.  It was a stack of photographs, of her, and of Blake, in some very compromising positions.  She took a deep breath, unable to even think and entirely unable to speak.  She stayed with her back to Constance Hamilton, wondering what in the hell she was going to do, when she felt the conniving bitch’s breath at her ear.
    “Now you listen to me,

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