The Billionaire President (Billionaire President, Book One) (An Alpha Billionaire Romance)
Fiction & Literature, Coming of Age, Contemporary Women, Romance, Contemporary
| Author: | Caitlin Rain | ISBN: | 9781536576672 |
| Publisher: | Caitlin Rain | Publication: | July 19, 2016 |
| Imprint: | Language: | English |
| Author: | Caitlin Rain |
| ISBN: | 9781536576672 |
| Publisher: | Caitlin Rain |
| Publication: | July 19, 2016 |
| Imprint: | |
| Language: | English |
Chris Skii has a huge political ambitions, and he was a rare politician in that he was an independent. He avidly worked to dismantle the party system, which was what probably made him so popular, particularly to the voters. It was truly revolutionary, and the country had it’s eyes on Chris Skii as a symbol of hope and change.
**Stephanie was thinking to herself...**
“Are you alright?” he asked. His voice was full of concern, and his eyes searched her face.
“I’m fine,” she answered, her words slightly slurred. Her eyes traveled over his face, and then down his body. Her loins ached fiercely as her eyes centered on his well- fitted pants.
“I think you’ve had too much to drink,” he said softly, gently removing her drink from her hand.
“No, I’m okay,” she shook her head, though her lack of articulation belied her words.
“Here,” Chris gently held out his hand for her to take. Stephanie eyes it speculatively as she took it. She nearly moaned as his fingers interlaced with hers and supported her as he guided her away from the bar.
Stephanie felt her heart pound as he led her through the living room and down the hallway that she knew led to his bedroom. She felt her body begin to shake. She tried to convince herself that it was a culmination of the alcohol and her relief about the party going so well. Deep down, though, she knew that it was something else entirely.
Chris Skii has a huge political ambitions, and he was a rare politician in that he was an independent. He avidly worked to dismantle the party system, which was what probably made him so popular, particularly to the voters. It was truly revolutionary, and the country had it’s eyes on Chris Skii as a symbol of hope and change.
**Stephanie was thinking to herself...**
“Are you alright?” he asked. His voice was full of concern, and his eyes searched her face.
“I’m fine,” she answered, her words slightly slurred. Her eyes traveled over his face, and then down his body. Her loins ached fiercely as her eyes centered on his well- fitted pants.
“I think you’ve had too much to drink,” he said softly, gently removing her drink from her hand.
“No, I’m okay,” she shook her head, though her lack of articulation belied her words.
“Here,” Chris gently held out his hand for her to take. Stephanie eyes it speculatively as she took it. She nearly moaned as his fingers interlaced with hers and supported her as he guided her away from the bar.
Stephanie felt her heart pound as he led her through the living room and down the hallway that she knew led to his bedroom. She felt her body begin to shake. She tried to convince herself that it was a culmination of the alcohol and her relief about the party going so well. Deep down, though, she knew that it was something else entirely.
