Morgan Lane has just completed grad school, and has accepted a job at Baylor Industries with the help of her father, who just so happens to be golf buddies with Drake Baylor Sr., CEO. Morgan has lived her 24 years of life under her parents thumbs, and is more than eager to start living life and carving successful career for herself.
Drake Baylor Jr. is being groomed to take over as CEO of Baylor Industries upon his father’s retirement. Although he was raised in an affluent household, his formative years were rough, leading to a string of bad decisions, and hard lived years. In order to take over as CEO, his father has given him a set of rules to live by for an indefinite period of time: No drugs, limited alcohol consumption, and absolutely no relationships whatsoever with women-his greatest weakness. If Drake can abstain from those three things, work hard, and gain his father’s trust, he can have the keys to the Kingdome.Drake meets Morgan on her first day at Baylor Industries, and the phrase “love at first sight” doesn’t even come close to describing what is felt between them. Their instant attraction is a magnetic pull that is stronger than either one of them can handle. Now Drake and Morgan are faced with figuring out how to fight for their future together, hoping not to get caught “Breaking the Rules”.
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I turn my computer on and notice that it is just about time to head upstairs for my 9am tête-à-tête with Mr. Baylor.
I exit the elevator on the 30th floor and enter what seems to be a whole new world. While my office on the 15th floor has been newly remodeled and is sufficiently decked out for meetings with various accounts, the executive suite of the 30th floor is truly something to take in. It is impressive yet not ostentatious, with floor to ceiling Italian marble, dark wood furniture, and rich green accents throughout.
“Morgan Lane here to see Mr. Baylor,” I say to the middle-aged receptionist before I am buzzed into the waiting area.
“Miss Lane, have a seat. May I offer you coffee or tea?”
“No, thank you,” I say politely while glancing around, taking the room in.
“Drake will be with you shortly. My name is Grace, please let me know if
you change your mind,” Grace says with a kind smile.
I bet she’s worked at Baylor Industries her whole career. Not only does she seem completely comfortable and confident in her surroundings, I also noticed that she called Mr. Baylor by his first name. The CEO of a Fortune 500 company doesn’t usually let a member of his staff refer to him by name unless there is familiarity and most likely some sort of fondness established. In this case, I’d say a
middle-aged woman who has most likely managed tasks further reaching than those of a receptionist for the past 20 years or so might have that privilege.
“Miss Lane, I presume?” A velvety smooth, low voice meets my ears, standing the hairs on the back of my neck on end. The words come from the doorway of a previously closed office and I spin slowly on my Prada heel and find that a sexy baritone voice isn’t the only appealing thing about its owner. I glance up and see the most beautiful man walking towards me. A custom tailored black suit adorns his tall, broad shouldered frame. Dark brown eyes meet my gaze, as a small smile crosses his face.
“I’m Drake Baylor. Your father has said some wonderful things about you. I hope you can live up to the hype. Let’s get acquainted in my office, shall we?” he says in a direct “all business” tone.
I’m completely thrown. This is my father’s golf buddy? If I had known I’d be hitting the links with such a beautiful man every weekend, I would have taken the sport up ages ago as my father suggested!
I follow Drake into his office, taking a seat in a comfortable leather chair across from his desk. Just looking at Drake, I know I’m in trouble. How am I supposed to get any work done when it is already so easy to fantasize about his gorgeous brown eyes and chiseled jawline? Oh how I’d love to know how it feels to have his pouty lips on me . . . all of me. What it must feel like to run my fingers
through his dark brown hair, and down his sculpted shoulders and back. Dammit, my career is over before it got started.
LK Lewis lives in Northern Michigan with her Husband and 2 year old son.
Born and raised in Michigan, LK spent her early twenties chasing the man of her dreams (now husband of 8 years) around the country, residing in both New York, and Portland, Oregon. While living in Portland, LK attended East West College of the Healing Arts, and is now a Massage Therapist, Makeup Artist, and Spa Owner. When LK isn’t working, writing, or chasing her son around, she enjoys boat days, playing in the sunshine, and giggling with her husband. You may also find her on twitter most days, especially live tweeting swhen The Bachelor/Bachelorette or The Walking Dead is on. Check her out, you may enjoy her colorful commentary!
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