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    Bad Boy in Control: The Billionaire's Touch, #3
    Bad Boy in Control: The Billionaire's Touch, #3
    Bad Boy in Control: The Billionaire's Touch, #3
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    Bad Boy in Control: The Billionaire's Touch, #3

    By Evelyn Glass

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    Bad Boy in Control is book 3 of The Billionaire's Touch series. Parts 1-9 are available everywhere now!

    Book 1: Bad Boy in a Suit
    Book 2: Bad Boy in the Dark
    Book 3: Bad Boy in Control
    Book 4: Tied Up by the Bad Boy
    Book 5: Pinned Down by the Bad Boy
    Book 6: Set Free by the Bad Boy
    Book 7: Bound to the Bad Boy
    Book 8: Bent for the Bad Boy
    Book 9: Given to the Bad Boy

    Drawn into an endless web of intrigue and pleasure, Zoe finds it impossible to tear herself away from Alexander, the Blankenship family, and AEGIS, no matter how dangerous it may be...

    As Zoey and Alexander continue to face the ever-changing situation that has now been brought to their attention, Zoey finds herself growing closer to the most desirable man on all of Wall Street.

    But to be with Alexander means more than just intense games, passionate kisses, and sizzling love.

    It means fully entering into his world. It means utterly surrendering herself—not only to him, but to his family as well. The problem is, Zoey only has a vague idea of what it means, and the implications it will have.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublishereBook Publishing World
    Release dateDec 8, 2017
    ISBN9781386200406
    Bad Boy in Control: The Billionaire's Touch, #3

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      BAD BOY IN CONTROL: The Billionaire’s Touch (Book 3)

      By Evelyn Glass

      A CLUB TO SATE YOUR DARKEST PLEASURES WAS THE LAST PLACE YOU’D EXPECT TO FIND A GIRL LIKE ME WITH A MAN LIKE HIM.

      It was supposed to be an adventure. Anonymous. No chance that I’d ever see the other person again, especially not in a big city like New York.

      Or so I thought before Alexander Blankenship—the filthiest playboy on Wall Street—became my feature story.

      He was the same man who made me submit to his touch at the club, who made me beg, who left my legs watery and weak by the end of the night.

      I’M SUPPOSED TO FIND out everything I can about him. What his favorite color is. How he likes his coffee in the morning.

      Who he’s been f****** and where.

      But the moment I step into his office.

      The moment those doors click shut.

      I know I’m in trouble.

      His dark eyes cut right through my clothes and tell me that he wants to play.

      Right here.

      Right now.

      CHAPTER 1

      Alex hadn ’t ever really understood the phrase ‘with a heavy heart’ before he walked into the AEGIS offices that morning. For the first time since his father had died, he saw a path to victory, a way to turn his inheritance from a millstone around his neck into a corporation that he would be proud to be a part of. But someone was working against him.

      It wasn’t a new sensation, not really. Throughout his life, it had felt like someone was always working against him. It was funny, even to him. He was sensible enough to know that he’d led an incredibly privileged life. He’d never had to worry about food, or clothing, or whether or not he’d have a roof over his head for another night. He’d been spared the worst of the world’s prejudices because he had enough money and status to compensate for the color of his skin. But sometimes he thought he’d merely traded in one set of difficulties for another.

      He’d watched Cindy driving away in his car, the driver instructed to take her to her law firm. Her skin tone had gone gray with misery, but she hadn’t shed a single tear. He wouldn’t have wanted to grieve the loss of his sister in front of a stranger, either. For all of their blood connection, they knew nothing about each other, not really. Each of them was taking a risk in trusting the other.

      The only thing that gave him any peace at all was that Claire should be safe from whatever purge was occurring around him. He ran the risk of losing strangers, and that was sad and unfortunate, but it wasn’t the possibility of losing someone he’d been taking care of since he was a kid. But still, someone was committing murder, and the only connection between the two people who’d been killed was his father.

      As the elevator rose towards his floor, he felt like his heart was struggling to beat, like his chest was just a little bit too tight. He wondered if even he had the power to stop this thing from happening.

      He forced himself to push away the worry and the concern. He had an appointment with two of his father’s old business partners from the weapons trade in the Far East. The fact that they’d asked to meet with him together made him concerned. In his experience, that sort of thing wasn’t necessary, unless they were planning to somehow try to use leverage to bully him towards a particular course of action that would benefit both of them.

      They were already waiting outside his office as he stepped off the elevator. He took one more moment to make sure that his professional smile was firmly in place, and then stepped forward, his hand extended.

      The two men were both smaller than him, clean-shaven, and had a light brown cast to their skin. He didn’t know immediately which of them was which, so instead of guessing and getting it wrong, he merely extended his hand to the man closest to him first. Gentlemen, he said. Thank you for joining me this morning. I’m sorry that I was running a bit late.

      No, no, the second man said as he gripped Alex’s hand in turn. His English was unaccented, something Alex wished he could say about his Mandarin. We arrived early.

      Brianna appeared then, two mugs of coffee in hand. She passed one to the first man, and Alex remembered why he’d hired her. Mr. Akimoto, she said, without any kind of signal or glance from Alex that he could use a hint towards who was who in the room. Mr. Akimoto—Shoichiro Akimoto, the Chief Operations Officer for Hasu Corporation, a weapons contractor out of Japan—offered her a slight bow. And Mr. Shaoqiao, she said, handing the second cup to the slightly shorter of the two men. I found some of the almond syrup after all, so I left out the sugar.

      Shaoqiao Zhu, generally going by Nicholas with his American business partners, and CEO of Wuxing Ltd, based in China, grinned, and his whole face lit up. You are a treasure, he said. His English had the slightest accent, just a tiny bit of clip around the words. He took a sip of the dark brew, and nodded deeply. Thank you, very much.

      It’s my pleasure, she said. Mr. Blankenship, the usual?

      It was a question about coffee and about custom. When he nodded his agreement, he was telling her not just that he wanted a cup of coffee black, but with a splash of orange extract—she’d gotten him drinking it last year, and it soothed his nerves now, for all that he’d never tell a soul about it—but also to hold his calls, and to not tell Olivia who he was meeting with. She’d claimed that she’d seen the notation about the meetings on his calendar when she was scheduling another appointment. He hadn’t believed her then, and he believed her even less now. Brianna was now under standing orders to avoid telling Olivia anything about his schedule that she could manage to keep to herself.

      He opened the office door, and the two men followed.

      His memories of desire flared as he walked to his desk. It had been so incredibly sweet, having Zoey slammed into him there, her nails digging into his shoulders through his dress shirt as he pounded home in her. He wanted her back, wrapped tightly around him again. He wanted to turn her around, pin her hands at the small of her back, and fuck her while her face was smashed into the desktop. Bruise her again, dig his fingers into her shoulders until she cried out, dancing through pain and pleasure that were so tangled that neither one of them could tell the feelings apart. He wanted to devour her, and feel her fight back to devour him in return.

      He dragged his mind away from the fascinating ways he could debase both of them before he ended up sporting wood that his trousers wouldn’t disguise. I’m pleased the two of you could join me this morning, he said. He sat down in one of the plush chairs in the center of the room. Brianna came in a bare moment later with a cup of coffee for him. He sat back, taking a sip and luxuriating in its delicate mouth feel before he focused his attention on the two men who had taken seats opposite him—though not side by side, which was worth noting.

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