The Billionaire's Girl by Bella Fontaine

Author:Bella Fontaine [Fontaine, Bella]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Bliss Romance Publishing
Published: 2018-12-26T16:00:00+00:00

Billie

I sat around the kitchen counter finishing off my article.

I’d spent most of the day on it getting it ready for Monday’s paper.

I’d gone over it several times, and this last time was to add some tweaks.

I read through it again quickly, skimming more than reading, and emailed it to the delivery box at the Chronicle.

Mission accomplished, and I felt a definite sense of achievement. Today, I’d told Miranda the interview went well, and I got some key questions answered.

I didn’t plan to tell her that what I had was only a portion of the questions I wanted to ask Chad. Since my questions were sort of meaty, I stretched them out, so it looked like some of them were two questions. Which, I supposed they were.

She was happy with the draft I’d provided this morning and assured me she’d send off the request to the board for my raise.

I was buzzing at the prospect and couldn’t wait until next week. She said requests usually took around three to five working days, so I could be looking at next Friday before I heard anything back. That was the latest, and I could most assuredly wait a week.

She said she didn’t mind follow-ups as it showed momentum for the paper and focus. So that would be my week planned out.

My week with Chad. Which started tomorrow.

I didn’t know what I was more excited about. Him or the job.

My heart betrayed me and told me it was him.

Although I shouldn’t be. Why?

Because I was heading for trouble.

That kiss last night had burned into my memory and sealed itself to my mind. It was stuck there along with everything I felt.

The problem was, I was focusing on my career. It should have been that simple, and I didn’t need a man to throw me off kilter. Throwing me off my game with his charm, gorgeousness, and heart.

He had it all. Chad had it all, but I still needed to tread carefully.

I slid off the kitchen stool and made my way into the sitting room, where Zoila was watching the news.

The headline said: Return of the Salvatores

“Hey, girl.” I beamed, taking a seat on the sofa opposite her. She was painting her toe nails.

“Hola, chica. Did you see this?” She pointed to the TV screen.

“No, what is it?”

“Mobsters. This is the kind of story I want to write.” She nodded with excitement.

“Salvatores.” I narrowed my eyes and tried to follow the reporter’s broadcast on NBC.

“The Salvatores are an Italian crime family, but they were really big in Columbia. My abuela told me a lot about them. Think everything bad, and they are it. But no one has ever been able to catch them or hold them liable for anything. They infiltrate everything, anywhere. It’s kind of scary.”

“Yes, the kind of scary where you’d have to watch your back if you did a story.” I didn’t know if I could be that brave.

Then again, I’d never contemplated it. Something like that would be exciting but dangerous.

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