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Seduced by the CEO
Pamela Yaye
The man to give her every pleasure All the exquisite things that money can buy are at world-famous restaurateur Nicco Morretti's fingertips. But he knows he's met his match when he encounters a feisty young woman whose alluring smile turns his world upside down. Jariah Brooks is unlike any woman who's ever tempted him before. She's a spirited single mother and his new employee, but he's craving to get to know her on a personal level–despite the risks.Love has been low on Jariah's priority list ever since the birth of her beloved daughter, though she's not immune to Nicco's radiant charm…. And once the Italian heartthrob decides to sweep her off her feet, will the troubles stacked against them keep them apart forever?
The man to give her every pleasure
All the exquisite things that money can buy are at world-famous restaurateur Nicco Morretti’s fingertips. But he knows he’s met his match when he encounters a feisty young woman whose alluring smile turns his world upside down. Jariah Brooks is unlike any woman who’s ever tempted him before. She’s a spirited single mother and his new employee, but he’s craving to get to know her on a personal level—despite the risks.
Love has been low on Jariah’s priority list ever since the birth of her beloved daughter, though she’s not immune to Nicco’s radiant charm…. And once the Italian heartthrob decides to sweep her off her feet, will the troubles stacked against them keep them apart forever?
“Would you like that?” he asked, leaning into her, his smoldering gaze probing and intense. “Would you like to feel my hands all over your body?”
You have no idea.
Electricity crackled between them, caused the air in the room to swelter. Nicco seized Jariah around the waist and drew her right up to his chest. Then the unthinkable happened—he kissed her. He brushed his lips against her mouth, gently at first, but the kiss quickly evolved into a passionate, desperate plea. Nicco kissed her with urgency, with a passionate, ferocious heat.
They’d crossed the line, jumped headfirst over it, and now there was no turning back.
Burying her hands in his hair, Jariah grabbed a fistful of curls and stirred her fingers around his dark, lush locks. Playing in his hair increased her desire, her sexual hunger. Finally, after weeks of stolen glances and lascivious smiles she knew just how delicious his mouth tasted. And it was better than she’d imagined. Beyond her wildest dreams. His lips were flavored with wine, carried a hint of spice, and the intoxicating blend made her delirious with need.
For a split second, Jariah considered fleeing the private tasting room, but she was helpless to resist his kiss, and his sweet, sensuous caress.
PAMELA YAYE
has a bachelor’s degree in Christian education. Her love for African-American fiction prompted her to pursue a career in writing romance. When she’s not working on her latest novel, this busy wife, mother and teacher is watching basketball, cooking or planning her next vacation. Pamela lives in Alberta, Canada, with her gorgeous husband and adorable, but mischievous, son and daughter.
Seduced
by the CEO
Pamela Yaye
www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)
Dear Reader (#ulink_185009a4-85cb-53e2-b994-dd5352eb10ed),
I’m going to let you in on a little secret: I like bad boys a lot. I love their swag, their confidence, how they own every room they enter and even their wild, adventurous side. That’s why I had a blast writing Nicco Morretti’s story. The celebrated restaurateur is one of the most captivating men you’ll ever meet, and the moment I put my pen to the paper his story consumed me. The CEO with the model good looks has it all: smarts, charisma and sizzling sex appeal, but a chance meeting with single mom Jariah Brooks forces Nicco to rethink his bad-boy ways.
Jariah doesn’t believe in mixing business with pleasure, and indulging in a tawdry office romance with her bad-boy boss would be career suicide. Besides, the Italian heartthrob is all wrong for her. He’s arrogant and flashy, everything she doesn’t want in a man, but after a magical first kiss, she realizes there’s more to Nicco than meets the eye. They’re destined to be together, and although the odds—and his mother—are against them, Nicco is determined to make Jariah his one and only.
Seduced by the Heir, featuring Nicco’s big brother, Rafael Morretti, hits shelves soon.
I would LOVE to hear from you, so drop me a line at pamelayaye@aol.com, find me on Facebook or visit my website, www.pamelayaye.com (http://www.pamelayaye.com). Thanks for the support. Happy reading, and be blessed.
With love,
Pamela Yaye
This book is dedicated to single mothers everywhere.
I hope you find a sexy, romantic man like Nicco Morretti who sweeps you off your feet and cherishes you every day of your life.
I wrote this one for you moms, so enjoy!!!
Contents
Cover (#u6a299a8c-221c-5642-aaaa-4852ac03aaaa)
Back Cover Text (#u4effcef1-c4cc-599e-9ee8-dc527299ce73)
Introduction (#u5bcf8ca5-acce-5ded-a23a-84d17915e24e)
About the Author (#u8dff32fd-9be2-5b76-ae1f-9d0afc5a7517)
Title Page (#uedddf548-d172-5e23-a359-a26963b68e5a)
Dear Reader (#ulink_6eb2d5e4-2d6b-5e67-b9ec-bb44f146abf1)
Dedication (#u8f2440cf-2c9d-5cff-911e-ffc4d182f40e)
Chapter One (#ulink_19c21891-c6a5-5355-9d6c-96368d77cc77)
Chapter Two (#ulink_5b25e8c2-5c9a-5413-b130-124827dc43a1)
Chapter Three (#ulink_bd014389-cbde-56d3-8c66-18c8b42a3b0e)
Chapter Four (#ulink_9059315d-e854-574d-943b-a1f5d2299bb9)
Chapter Five (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Six (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Seven (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Eight (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Nine (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Ten (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Eleven (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Twelve (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Thirteen (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Fourteen (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Fifteen (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Sixteen (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Seventeen (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Eighteen (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Nineteen (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Twenty (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Twenty-One (#litres_trial_promo)
Copyright (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 1 (#ulink_eb519ced-957e-53e2-a013-c129397442dc)
Famed restaurateur, Nicco Morretti, watched celebrity party planner Claudia Jefferies-Medina sail through the doors of Javalicious and noted that as usual, she was right on time. Smiling broadly, he stood and pulled out a chair for her at their table. Celebrating the grand reopening of his restaurant lounge, Dolce Vita, last night left Nicco feeling sluggish. But he quickly shook off his fatigue and smiled. “Good morning, Claudia.”
“It’s great to see you again.” Kissing him on both cheeks, Claudia greeted him as if they’d known each other all of their lives rather than just a month.
“Thanks for agreeing to meet me on such short notice. I really appreciate it.”
“No problem,” Claudia said as she sat down, took off her white blazer and draped it behind her chair. “I was already in town on business, so squeezing you in this morning was a cinch.”
“I ordered you a cappuccino when the waiter came by earlier. I hope that’s okay.”
“You remembered what kind of coffee I like,” she said, touching a hand to her chest. “Thank you, Nicco. That was very thoughtful of you.”
The waiter arrived, tray in hand, and placed two steaming mugs on the round wooden table. “Would you like to order something from the breakfast menu?”
“Nothing for me,” Nicco said, reaching for his coffee mug. “I’m good.”
While Claudia chatted with the waiter about the morning specials, Nicco studied the thin, long-haired women seated beside the front window. They grinned lasciviously, and he did, too, making a mental note to introduce himself to the blond babes after his meeting with Claudia ended. He glanced around the sparsely decorated café, surprised to see that it was filled to capacity. The quaint coffee shop attracted locals and tourists alike, and although it was only nine o’clock in the morning, a steady stream of casually dressed people shuffled through the open door. The scent of sea water mingled with the aromas wafting around the café, and the sound of squawking birds and laughter filled the air.
“Have you had a chance to review the notes I sent you last week?”
Nicco wanted to laugh, but didn’t. Claudia sat on the edge of her seat, her eyes bright and her excitement sky high. “I think my mom will get a kick out of the live band, and the vintage photo booth, but the rest of the report didn’t wow me.”
Claudia frowned as if confused by his words, but she didn’t speak.
“The party’s too small, too low-key. It needs to be grand, flashy and over-the-top.”
“Nicco, it doesn’t get much bigger than the grand ballroom at the Biltmore Hotel,” she said, sounding as animated as a high school cheerleader. “I’ve done several events at the Biltmore, and they outdo themselves every single time. If you’d like, I could email you some pictures of the pre-Grammy party I did back in January.”
Nicco shook his head. “That won’t be necessary.”
“Are you sure? I think if you saw some pictures you’d feel differently about us booking the Biltmore. It’s a gorgeous hotel rich in history and culture, and one of my personal favorites.”
“I’m just not feeling it, Claudia, so please keep searching for another venue.” His mind was made up. Nicco tasted his coffee, and leaned back comfortably in his chair. He loved the Biltmore Hotel, and thought the food and service was outstanding. But he didn’t want to have his parents’ anniversary party in a hotel where he’d had numerous sexual liaisons. But he couldn’t tell Claudia that, not without looking like a sleaze ball. He wanted the celebrity party planner to think he was a mature, upstanding guy. So, spilling the beans about his past escapades at the historic hotel was definitely out of the question. “My parents worked hard to give me and my brothers a great life in this country, and I want to throw them the most expensive, outrageous anniversary bash Miami has ever seen!”
Claudia was silent for a moment. “What about a mega yacht?”
“Will three hundred people fit comfortably inside?”
“When did the guest list balloon to three hundred people?” she asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Once word got out that my parents were celebrating their twenty-fifth wedding anniversary, our relatives in Venice and Florence insisted on making the trip to Miami.”
“The more the merrier, right?”
“That’s the Morretti way!”
“Trust me, it’s the Mexican way, too. A small family dinner at my in-laws’ place usually involves hundreds of people, and more food and alcohol than a Carnival Cruise ship!” Claudia laughed out loud, but quickly sobered and continued her spiel. “A mega yacht can comfortably hold up to five hundred people, and has everything you can think of—lavish staterooms, a lounge, a formal dining room, a pool and even a personal theater. You name it, the yacht’s got it.”
“Interesting,” Nicco said, stroking the length of his jaw. “That could work.”
“I’ll look into it and get back to you once I find out more information. Can I get your assistant’s new number?” she asked, her pen poised to write. “I rang her yesterday to confirm our meeting this morning, but her cell phone has been disconnected.”
“Gracie no longer works for Morretti Inc.”
“That’s too bad. I really liked Ms. O’Connor. Have you found a replacement yet?”
“No, but my HR director is in the process of interviewing suitable candidates as we speak.” Nicco raised his mug to his lips and took a swig of coffee. “Hopefully she’ll find someone soon, but in the meantime you can reach me by phone or email.”
“That works for me.”
“One last thing. I want the party to be a surprise, so I’d appreciate if you kept everything quiet.” Leaning forward in his chair, he glanced conspicuously around the café to ensure no one was listening in. “The only people who know about the anniversary bash are my brothers, Demetri and Rafael, and I’d like to keep it that way.”
“I can do that!” She fervently nodded her head. “Covert is my middle name!”
Laughing, they clinked coffee mugs.
Claudia’s cell phone vibrated, and when she glanced at the screen, her face brightened. “I apologize for the interruption,” she said, swiping her cell phone off the table. “Do you mind if I take this call? It’s my husband, and I’m worried he’s still stuck at the Orlando airport.”
“Please, by all means, go ahead.”
Claudia pressed her cell phone to her ear. “Santiago, bebé, ¿estás bien?”
For the second time in minutes, Nicco swallowed a laugh. Claudia sounded more like a love-struck teenager, than an accomplished businesswoman who’d recently been featured in top magazines. With her cell phone at her ear, she swept through the café, speaking in a hushed tone. Nicco scoured the café for the blonds in the daisy dukes he’d spotted earlier, but couldn’t find them anywhere. And that sucked, because he needed a woman in his bed bad. Like yesterday. Sex was his favorite pastime, the only thing ever worth missing a round of golf with his brothers for. And Nicco couldn’t think of anything better than having a gorgeous woman—or two—between his black satin sheets.
Punching in his cell phone password, he fired off a quick text to his older brother, Rafael, and waited anxiously for his reply. For months, Nicco had been debating whether or not to buy Javalicious, and as he sat in his corner table watching the staff fly around the room like busy bees, he decided investing in the coffee shop would be a smart, solid business move. And if Rafael agreed, he’d be one step closer to owning the popular Ocean Drive café just steps away from Miami Beach.
“Wesley, I don’t need you to take care of me. I’m a strong, intelligent woman who can take care of herself. Got it?”
Frowning, Nicco shot a glance over his shoulder, curious to see who was responsible for the loud, angry outburst. Seated directly behind him, a woman with short black hair and dressed in pink workout gear spoke on her cell phone. Nicco couldn’t see her face, but there was no mistaking her frustration, or the contempt in her voice for the person on the line.
“Please, you wouldn’t know the truth if it walked up and slapped you!”
Nicco cracked up. But when he saw the puzzled expressions on the faces of the patrons seated nearby, he killed his laughter and pretended to read the menu card propped up against the napkin holder.
