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Christmas At The Tycoon's Command
Jennifer Hayward
Billionaire boss’s festive seduction!Shy Chloe Russo is dreading her first Christmas running the family business. Working with Nico Di Fiore is the last straw! Once, Nico’s kisses promised Chloe every sensual delight, until he coldly rejected her. Now, he’s her very commanding, very arrogant boss!Control is paramount to Nico—after his father’s bankruptcy lost him everything, nothing will distract him from succeeding. He’s always kept a tight rein on his craving for Chloe, well-aware she alone has the power to disarm him. But now, unable to deny their connection, Nico is determined to reclaim control, and take Chloe as his own!
Billionaire boss’s festive seduction!
Shy Chloe Russo is dreading her first Christmas running the family business. Working with Nico Di Fiore is the last straw! Once, Nico’s kisses promised Chloe every sensual delight, until he coldly rejected her. Now he’s her very commanding, very arrogant boss!
Control is paramount to Nico—after his father’s bankruptcy lost him everything, nothing will distract him from succeeding. He’s always kept a tight rein on his craving for Chloe, well aware she alone has the power to disarm him. But now, unable to deny their connection, Nico is determined to reclaim control and take Chloe as his own!
“Come over here, then,” Nico murmured, the hard lines of his face pure challenge. “If you’re so sure of what you want.”
He expected the invitation to frighten Chloe off. She could tell from the look on his face. And for a moment it did, freezing all coherent thought. She sucked in a breath, delivered necessary oxygen to her brain. She knew in that moment this was the only opening she was ever going to get with Nico. She either seized it or wondered what if? forever.
She shrugged her shoulders and let the towel fall to the chair. Got to her feet and walked over to him.
He didn’t resist, but he didn’t move to meet the kiss either. She found his lips with hers. Hard, betraying none of that inherent sensuality that was so much a part of him. She thought for a terrifying instant he was going to reject her. Then a soft curse escaped him, his arms clamped around her waist and he lifted her astride him, his hands cupping her bottom in his palms. She had just enough time to take a deep breath before he took her mouth in a hard, demanding kiss that slammed into her senses.
Demanded everything.
As if it would make her run. As if he wanted her to run.
Instead, it made her skin burn.
The Powerful Di Fiore Tycoons (#ud318f1af-d7de-511b-b487-771682a23ce3)
Ruthless in the boardroom
and masters in the bedroom!
Nico, Lazzero and Santo Di Fiore
saw their lives crumble when their father bankrupted
the family and their mother abandoned them.
Since then these three brothers have worked tirelessly
to rise to the top of their game and become
powerful tycoons envied the world over.
Having lost everything once,
they now have everything they could ever desire…
except the women they can’t resist!
Read Nico and Chloe’s festive story in
Christmas at the Tycoon’s Command
Available now
And don’t miss Lazzero and Santo’s stories
Coming soon!
Christmas at the Tycoon’s Command
Jennifer Hayward
www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)
JENNIFER HAYWARD has been a fan of romance since filching her sister’s novels to escape her teenage angst. Her career in journalism and PR, including years of working alongside powerful, charismatic CEOs and travelling the world, has provided perfect fodder for the fast-paced, sexy stories she likes to write—always with a touch of humour. A native of Canada’s East Coast, Jennifer lives in Toronto with her Viking husband and young Viking-in-training.
Books by Jennifer Hayward
Mills & Boon Modern Romance
A Debt Paid in the Marriage Bed
The Magnate’s Manifesto
Changing Constantinou’s Game
The Secret Billionaires
Salazar’s One-Night Heir
The Billionaire’s Legacy
A Deal for the Di Sione Ring
Kingdoms & Crowns
Carrying the King’s Pride
Claiming the Royal Innocent
Marrying Her Royal Enemy
The Tenacious Tycoons
Tempted by Her Billionaire Boss
Reunited for the Billionaire’s Legacy
Society Weddings
The Italian’s Deal for I Do
Visit the Author Profile page
at millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk) for more titles.
For my editor, Nic.
I couldn’t have written this without
your guidance and inspiration.
You are amazing and I look forward to
working on many great books together.
Contents
Cover (#ufcd48530-c218-5aa6-b69a-a9bac8fb4179)
Back Cover Text (#u4ae8ac3f-d26a-5654-b82b-1c4bdd0799e1)
Introduction (#u41b5f856-2565-5d10-9017-2403e271190b)
The Powerful Di Fiore Tycoons (#u81be0fc0-ce4d-5e42-a52c-65b598989dcf)
Title Page (#u05635272-bc6a-5358-9777-4227cc26548c)
About the Author (#u7ee7c0a4-7738-54fd-b96d-ec001f7d13a0)
Dedication (#uc6e6a95c-119d-5045-bada-b2aa590e8781)
CHAPTER ONE (#u25c41498-2536-5d1a-a7d1-b6268d799ee3)
CHAPTER TWO (#u4d100c24-2a0b-5af9-8f7a-3a36db089d9b)
CHAPTER THREE (#u494f2cbc-6669-5c19-a7f1-bf815703e091)
CHAPTER FOUR (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER FIVE (#litres_trial_promo)
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CHAPTER EIGHT (#litres_trial_promo)
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CHAPTER ONE (#ud318f1af-d7de-511b-b487-771682a23ce3)
SHE WAS NOT losing this one.
Chloe Russo fixed her gaze on the bright yellow taxi that had appeared like an apparition from heaven in the ferociously snarled First Avenue traffic, its lit number her only chance at salvation in the monsoon that had descended over Manhattan.
Shielding her eyes from the driving rain, she stepped a foot deeper into the layers of honking, snarling traffic and jammed her hand high in the air. The driver of a Bentley sounded his horn furiously as he swerved to avoid her, but Chloe, heart pounding, kept her eyes glued to the taxi driver’s face, willing him to stop.
The taxi slid to a halt in front of her in a cacophony of screeching horns and spraying water. Heart soaring, she waded through the giant puddle that stood between her and victory, flung the door of the taxi open and slid inside, reeling off Evolution’s Fifth Avenue address with a request to step on it that made the cabbie roll his eyes.
“Lady,” he muttered caustically, “have you looked outside?”
She’d been standing in it for half an hour, she wanted to scream. While thirty-five of his coworkers had passed her by—she knew because she’d counted every one of them. But picking a fight with the last remaining cab driver in Manhattan seemed unwise, given her present situation.
She was late for her first board meeting as the director of Evolution’s fragrance division. An inauspicious start.
Her teeth chattered amid a chill that seemed to reach bone-deep. She pushed off the hood of her raincoat and mopped her face with a tissue, thankful for her waterproof mascara. Let out a defeated sigh. She should have left earlier. Had forgotten taxis on a rainy day in Manhattan were akin to spotting a western lowland gorilla in the wild. But in truth, she’d been dreading today and everything about it.
Her cell phone vibrated in her bag. She rooted around to find it as a loud pop song joined the symphony of honking horns. Fingers curling around the sleek metal, she pulled it out and answered it before her grumpy driver deposited her back into the downpour.
“I just landed,” her sister, Mireille, announced. “How are you? How was your flight? Did you get settled in okay? It’s so amazing to have you back in New York.”
The verbal torrent pulled a smile from her lips. “Good, good and yes. Although it just took me half an hour to get a taxi. I’m soaked to the bone.”
“You’ve been living in Europe too long.” Her sister’s voice lowered to a conspiratorial whisper. “Of course, I’m really calling to see how your dinner with Nico went. I’ve been dying to know. Uncle Giorgio has himself all in a dither with this campaign of his to unseat him.”
Chloe bit her lip. Nico Di Fiore, the new CEO of Evolution, her family cosmetic company, was a loaded subject of late. Her late father’s godson, Nico had been appointed CEO upon her parents’ deaths last spring according to the terms of her father’s will, assuming a position that should have been her uncle Giorgio’s. He had also been appointed financial regent for Chloe and Mireille until they reached the age of thirty, an unexpected and unacceptable development that had been the last straw for Chloe, because it meant four years of him in her life.
“I didn’t have dinner with him.” Her offhand tone hid the apprehension dampening her palms. “I wanted to keep things professional. I suggested we meet tomorrow instead—on my first day back.”
Mireille drew in a breath. “You blew Nico off for dinner?”
“It wasn’t like that.” Except it had been exactly like that.
There was a pregnant pause on the other end of the line. “That really wasn’t wise, Chloe.”
“He summoned me to have dinner with him,” she came back defensively. Just like he’d summoned her home from Paris, where she’d been perfectly happy. “This is our company, not his. Isn’t it driving you crazy having him in charge?”
