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Details if other :. Thanks for telling us about the problem. Return to Book Page. PR maven extraordinaire. A credit to her industry. A savior to her clients. A razor-tongued blessing to those who employed her, and a curse to those who stood in her way. This was all printed on my business cards. In so many words. But to him, my biggest client, I was Abby. And to me, he was Nick. Nick keeps me busy with all his stunts and playboy ways. He gets in trouble and it's my job to bail him out and make everything shine in a positive light.

He's a pain in my ass! Far too wild for my taste. And now the board wants to keep him on a leash until their big merger goes through. They want me to find him a girlfriend.

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Get someone to tame Nick? Yeah, right. Damn, do I have my hands full. I wanted to give Nick my standard speech. But such speeches had never really worked on Nick. And to be honest, he was right. The press did love him. They always had. They probably always would. He was their dream—a man who knew no limits. No boundaries. Every page—an open book. A source of constant entertainment and levity for the masses.

But even by celebrity standards, Nick was a rare breed. Because beneath that careless playboy persona, beneath all the money, and mischief, and that unquenchable sense of adventure…he had a genuinely good heart. To protect. To shine a spotlight on all the good things—half to highlight them, half to keep that same spotlight off everything bad.

The Hunter Corporation. It's a tough job, but somebody has to keep the gorgeous billionaire in check. And I guess that job belongs to me. Get A Copy. Kindle Edition , pages. More Details Taming The Bad Boy Billionaire 1. Other Editions 1. Friend Reviews. To see what your friends thought of this book, please sign up. To ask other readers questions about The Billionaire's Assistant - Part 1 , please sign up.

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V marked it as to-read Shelves: freebie. May 17, Marija rated it it was amazing. Entertained from the beginning till the end, simply enjoyed reading it. Apr 30, Alisa rated it it was amazing. I really wish theirs had been the full book. I really liked this one. I'll have to get the rest. May 19, Jo Smith rated it it was amazing.

I loved this part 1! I've been hooked. The cleverly written humour, with tongue in cheek teasing is perfect creating a fun, will they or won't they scenario. I can barely wait to get part 2. Feb 06, Larosa Dubose rated it it was amazing. I loved it. She is his PR assistant and he's her only client. Abby has been managing Nick's life for the past few years now and they have become good friends. PR maven extraordinaire. A credit to her industry. A savior to her clients.


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A razor-tongued blessing to those who employed her, and a curse to those who stood in her way. This was all printed on my business cards.

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In so many words. Nick keeps me busy with all his stunts and playboy ways. He gets in trouble and it's my job to bail him out and make everything shine in a positive light.

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He's a pain in my ass! Far too wild for my taste. And now the board wants to keep him on a leash until their big merger goes through. They want me to find him a girlfriend. Get someone to tame Nick? Yeah, right. Damn, do I have my hands full. I wanted to give Nick my standard speech. But such speeches had never really worked on Nick. And to be honest, he was right. The press did love him. They always had. They probably always would. He was their dream—a man who knew no limits.

No boundaries. Every page—an open book. A source of constant entertainment and levity for the masses. But even by celebrity standards, Nick was a rare breed. Because beneath that careless playboy persona, beneath all the money, and mischief, and that unquenchable sense of adventure…he had a genuinely good heart.

To protect. To shine a spotlight on all the good things—half to highlight them, half to keep that same spotlight off everything bad. The Hunter Corporation. It's a tough job, but somebody has to keep the gorgeous billionaire in check. And I guess that job belongs to me. Raised by a single-mom in a crummy apartment in Brooklyn, the entire concept seemed a little too ironic for words. I read different sorts of books as a child. Call it ambition. Call it practicality.

A little detached. Unwillingly peripheral to the exciting things going on around me. But, also like Gatsby, I had found a way in. Two words, ladies and gentlemen. Two little words, but they had created an entire lifestyle. Opened doors I never imagined. Haunted me day in, and day out. I felt like I was floating on a sea of chiffon.

Billowing waves of cream and pink that whispered over the tile as I breezed into the room. The air around me was warm and scented with the faintest hint of peppermint. The twinkling lights dripping from the ceiling cast a soft glow. It might have felt like a dream, yet everything about the place was familiar. After all, I had been here countless times before. I glanced up to see Melanie, the nightshift hostess, walking towards me with a bright smile. Like all women employed in such an elite establishment, she had not an ounce of fat on her, and legs that went on for days.

What are you doing here? Her face grew suddenly pale as she reached compulsively for her datebook. Oh gosh Are you here with—. A date, I interrupted quickly, stopping her panic attack in its tracks. I wished it had come out smoother. The second I was talking about me instead. Prioritize your own needs for once. Create some well-deserved boundaries.

Nope, just me, I cut her off before she could finish. I would not mention his name for an entire evening. The whole thing came out so stilted, it almost felt fake. But Melanie glanced over her shoulder with a conspiratorial smile. She was right. The guy was hot. Hot, and dumb, and simple. A guaranteed evening of fun, carefree sex—no strings attached, no spin to create the next morning. For the last two weeks, the two of us had engaged in a flirtatious game of did you catch me staring at the gym.

In the end, it was me who had to saunter over and make the first move. A rather significant pet peeve. But one I was willing to forgive in light of his good looks. Hey, do me a favor. I smoothed down my new dress, feeling suddenly nervous. She hurried off to do my bidding, leaving me fidgeting in the middle of the lobby. The initial thrill of coming to an upscale place like this on my down time, instead of for work, had given way to a sudden surge of anxiety that almost turned me straight back to the door.

My dark hair was curled, for once, instead of ironed straight. My feet were stuffed into heels so high that even I was having trouble keeping balanced. My eyes were easily three times their normal size—thanks to a makeup artist who owed me a favor. I was used to dressing up. I was used to fancy things—at least—a professional approximate that gained me entry to the types of places I needed to go to do my job. But there was something different about this. You always look like one of your clients.

And so with that, I lifted up my chin and glided across the room to the sounds of Mozart drifting down from the quartet on the balcony just above.

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The man jumped to his feet the second I walked over, all smiles. I beamed back and leaned in for the obligatory kiss on the cheek. It was then that I noticed he faltered slightly. I froze. Then why had I written the name Ryan on the inside of my palm just to remember? Who was Ryan? The pilot?

The ice sculptor? Cameron, of course. I tapped my head like it was the silliest thing in the world. Sorry, I was just on the phone with my brother Ryan in the cab. I flashed an apologetic smile, and leaned over as I sank into my chair so he could see just the tiniest hint of cleavage.