When her hot, overbearing, but charming boss gets a hold of her diary, and offers to grant her greatest wish for a child, Twenty-two-year-old Felicity Graham is furious, and hesitant. For one, he's her employer. Two, she wonders if he truly loves her, or if his offer is just based on his father's pressure on him to produce a heir. - Cold, reclusive Shawn Colby has hit a dead end. Undeniably Chicago's most eligible bachelor and a well-known business tycoon, he could have anything his heart desired. Women, cars, numerous houses if he wanted. When his overbearing father demands that he settle down and produce an heir, Shawn can't think of anyone else but Felicity - his calm, sweet personal assistant. When he gets hold of Felicity's diary, and finds out that her greatest dream is to have a child of her own, he propositions her. But Felicity is furious, and hesitant. Besides being Shawn's assistant, she's close to his family as well, and is aware of the pressure he's under to bring forth a heir. What happens when a business trip up-turns their lives? Can Shawn prove that he truly loves her for her, pressure aside?
"Heartiest Congratulations, Shawn."
The woman in front of me smiles from ear to ear, her thin, scarlet lips the same shade as the nails pressed against her glass of champagne.
Sabrina Roth. Olympic figure skater turned CEO of a global cosmetics company. Younger sister of the Governor of Connecticut. Divorced.
It's funny. I was told this party was only for family and stockholders, and she isn't either one - at least, not the last time I checked. Yet here she is.
Someone sneaked her name onto the guest list, and I know exactly who.
"Thank you," I answer politely.
Regardless of whether or not I was expecting to see her, she's a guest of the Colbys now. And we always treat our guests well.
She touches my arm. "So how does it feel to finally be the man running the show? I bet it must feel good to be free of Daddy's shadow,"
If only that were true.
"He's still on the board so he'll still have a say in things," I reply as I glance at the man with the salt and pepper hair chatting with a couple near the desserts table. "But I do get his office."
"Fantastic," Sabrina gushes as she fidgets with the opal pendant resting at the top of her cleavage.
"I love a man with a huge desk."
Something tells me that's not the only thing she likes huge on her man.
"What's it made of?" she asks. "Glass? Red oak?"
"Mahogany."
She puts a finger on her chin as her lips form a circle. "Ooh, I like it. Hard and made to last."
Okay. No more of this. I've spent two minutes with her and managed not to scoff or sneeze from that perfume she seems to have bathed herself in. That should be polite enough.
I straighten my tie. "If you'll excuse me, I have some old buddies I need to talk to."
I start to walk away but she grabs my arm, latching on like a barnacle on a whale.
"I'd love to sit down and have a talk with you sometime, too," she tells me with a gleam of mischief in her teal eyes as she presses her breast against my elbow. "You know, CEO to CEO. I could even give you some tips. I could get us reservations at this amazing restaurant that serves even better salmon than was in those hors d'oeuvres I had tonight."
Those crostini toasts with turnip cream and fennel foam that were prepared by a Michelin-starred chef?
"That was actually tuna," I tell Sabrina as nicely as I can.
"Oh." Her grip on my arm loosens.
"And as much as I appreciate your offer, I'm afraid I'm going to be very busy from now on, as I'm sure you understand."
She steps back and straightens her shoulders in an effort to regain her dignity. "Yes, of course."
I make my way to the bar where my brothers are parked. I grab the martini glass in front of Asher and gulp its contents down, hoping the bitter liquid will wash away the unpleasant taste of my conversation with Sabrina.
It's not enough.
"One Scotch, neat," I tell the bartender after setting down the empty glass.
Asher studies it. "That bad, huh?"
"Now I know what a scratching post feels like," I tell him.
Ryker chuckles.
Asher glances over his shoulder. "That kitty in silver does look like she's got claws. Think she'd rather rake them down my back?"
I roll my eyes at my brother. He's just three years younger than I am, but I swear he sometimes acts like a teenager, especially where the opposite sex is concerned.
Women are like math problems to him. He takes an interest. He enjoys trying to figure them out, find out which formula applies to each one - usually sleeps with them in the process - and then when he has the answer, he sets them aside and moves on. I mean, you solve a math problem once and there's nothing more left to do with it except to leave it and let someone else have a go.
I've tried to set him straight, of course, but Asher's got a mind of his own. Besides, it's not entirely his fault. Women throw themselves at him. My hope is that one day there will be a woman who won't, someone who's complex enough that he won't be able to figure her out easily and will never get tired of trying.
Until then?
"Behave," I remind him as I take a sip of my Scotch.
Asher grins. "Don't worry, big bro. I'm not interested in your hand-me-downs any longer."
I have no idea what he's talking about. I've never handed him any of my stuff except for my Montana Hummingbird guitar which he begged to have.
"But Dad sure is persistent about you settling down, huh?" Asher asks.
I frown. I'm not sure 'persistent' quite cuts it. I was actually worried that he would refuse to hand over the company reins to me unless I had a wedding ring on first. I'm glad that wasn't the case. Still, he made it very clear that he wants an heir to Colby Holdings as soon as possible. Hell, he's even shoving women in my face, hoping one of them will impress me enough that I'll marry her and get her pregnant.
Not happening. When I do marry - and frankly I'm not too keen on doing it yet - it will be to a woman of my own choosing. A lot of things in my life were already decided for me when I was born. My hobbies. My schools. My career. Looking back, I'm the one with the hand-me-downs. I'm not going to let someone else pick the mother of my child, even if that child will be the heir to the family company.
And my taste is more particular than Asher's. I don't go for every woman who flutters her eyelashes at me. I'm not too keen on a pretty face, a tiny waist or an impeccable resume, either, though those seem to be Dad's criteria. I just want someone with depth, who can feel things deeply and take things seriously and yet also know how to make me smile.
I want someone resilient independent and yet willing to let her guard down around me. Too much to ask? Maybe. But that doesn't mean I should pick just anyone to be my wife. She should at least be sensible, and preferably smart, strong and caring as well.
Chapter 1 Shawn
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Chapter 2 Shawn
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Chapter 3 Shawn
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Chapter 4 Felicity
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Chapter 5 Felicity
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Chapter 6 Felicity
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Chapter 7 Shawn
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Chapter 8 Shawn
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Chapter 9 Felicity
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Chapter 10 Felicity
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Chapter 11 Felicity
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Chapter 12 Shawn
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Chapter 13 Shawn
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Chapter 14 Felicity
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Chapter 15 Felicity
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Chapter 16 Felicity
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Chapter 17 Shawn
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Chapter 18 Shawn
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Chapter 19 Felicity
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Chapter 20 Felicity
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Chapter 21 Felicity
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Chapter 22 Felicity
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Chapter 23 Shawn
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Chapter 24 Shawn
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Chapter 25 Felicity
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Chapter 26 Felicity
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Chapter 27 Felicity
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Chapter 28 Shawn
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Chapter 29 Shawn
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Chapter 30 Felicity
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Chapter 31 Felicity
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Chapter 32 Felicity
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Chapter 33 Felicity
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Chapter 34 Shawn
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Chapter 35 Shawn
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Chapter 36 Shawn
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Chapter 37 Felicity
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Chapter 38 Felicity
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Chapter 39 Felicity
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Chapter 40 Felicity
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