Total pages in book: 54
Estimated words: 49814 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 249(@200wpm)___ 199(@250wpm)___ 166(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 49814 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 249(@200wpm)___ 199(@250wpm)___ 166(@300wpm)
Bastian
If you aren't helping catapult my family's vineyard to success, you're in my way.
I don't have the time or patience for problems...and the gorgeous little social media manager my cousins just hired is a big problem.
Constance Maverick pushes every button I have, and she does it with a smile on her face.
That doesn't stop me from fantasizing about the ninety different ways I'd like her tied to my desk.
It certainly doesn't stop me from claiming her as mine, either.
Pleasure, I can give her. But convincing a ray of sunshine to give her heart to the dark?
Well, that may take more skill than I possess.
But I've never lost when it matters, and I'll be damned if I lose the woman who makes my heart beat.
Constance
Getting hired at the Goodson family's vineyard was a dream come true.
Right up until I met my new boss, Bastian Grayson.
He's beautiful, brilliant...and a total nightmare.
The man has to be in control of everything, and I've never been one to follow orders.
At least not until he's the one growling them in my ear.
When he touches me, I don't just want to obey. I want to beg.
But I wasn't supposed to fall for him or his domineering ways.
He says he's wild about me, but the second he tries to give my job to someone else?
Well, the man who wears control like armor is about to learn what it means to have none
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Chapter One
Constance
"No."
My hands ball into fists as Bastian Grayson, my pain-in-the-ass boss, rejects yet another of my proposals with a casual flick of his wrist. He doesn't even look up at me. Instead, he flips to the next page, his green eyes scanning intently across the page.
Yet another rejection falls from his lips approximately two seconds later.
"Definitely not."
"Murder is illegal," I mutter.
He glances up at me, his penetrating gaze boring into mine. And for a split second, I forget that the man is completely infuriating. All I remember is the way he gripped my hair in my dreams last night while he was driving into me.
That's it, Constance. Work your hips just like that for me.
I woke up with the sheets twisted around me and his name falling from my lips. Kind of like it wants to do every time he looks at me like I'm the most interesting thing he's seen all day.
Bastian is a mystery to me. The man is beautiful, brilliant…and a total nightmare. But sometimes when he looks at me, his eyes soften for a split second, and he almost seems human. Approachable.
I am not crazy enough to fall for it. Even his own family thinks he's a holy terror with a stick up his butt the size of a redwood. They aren't wrong. He could give an actual dictator a run for his money, and the only thing he's running is a vineyard. A ridiculously lucrative vineyard, but my point remains. The man is out of control.
I think he was born with that domineering attitude and that unholy glower fully formed. It's hot as hell, don't get me wrong. Actually, everything about him is gorgeous, from the way his dark hair swoops over his brooding forehead to the reading glasses perched on his Roman nose to his full lips and angular jaw to the way his impeccable suit stretches across his muscular body.
He's got the face of an angel and the body of a warrior god.
The disposition of Satan should ruin the effect, but apparently, perpetual grump is my type, and bossy as hell is my kink. You learn something new every day, right?
I certainly didn't know I had a type before I took this job three months ago. And if I had known, I don't think my boss is who I would have pictured. The man is my exact opposite in every way.
I'm short and curvy. Leggings and oversized sweaters are my happy place, and comfort is the name of my game. I think complete world domination is his.
I live for sunshine, good vibes, great wine, and easy.
He's surly times one thousand.
I don't think I've ever actually heard him laugh. He smiles sometimes. Usually, when he's doing something that he knows his brother and cousins will freaking hate. I think he gets off on making them dance on his strings.
Which is just further proof that, even if my subconscious hasn't gotten the memo, the two of us would never work. Forget about the fact that he's my boss. He's a literal terrorist of fun.
And something about that makes me desperate to add a little chaos to his neatly ordered world. I want to flip it upside down, spin it inside out, and push every button he has. I am dying to make this man crack.
Just so we're clear, that isn't a good thing.