Free How to Seduce a Billionaire by Kate Carlisle

schedule showed that Thursday night was a free night, during which the attendees could dine at their choice of any one of Napa’s world-class restaurants or go off to sample wines at any number of local wineries.
    Kelly planned to lure Roger to her room Thursday night, get him all hot and bothered, then kick him out. That would teach him a thing or two. And Kelly looked forward to being the one to teach him. In fact, she was eager for the chance to show her ex-boyfriend a few of the incredible moves Brandon had showed her. She already felt more sure of herself and more sure of her sensuality and attractiveness, thanks to Brandon. Ever since yesterday morning when he got all tongue-tied while gawking at her and her new look, she’d felt her confidence soar. She really appreciated that his gawking turned out to be good in all the right ways.
    The telephone rang, startling her. She grabbed the receiver quickly so the ringing wouldn’t disturb Brandon’s conference call. “Mr. Duke’s office, Kelly Meredith speaking.”
    “It’s Bianca Stephens,” a breathless voice said. “Let me speak with Brandon immediately.”
    “I’m sorry, Ms. Stephens, Brandon is on a conference call and can’t be disturbed.”
    The woman gasped. “What? Well, interrupt him. Tell him I’m waiting. I know he’ll want to talk to me.”
    “I’m sure you’re right,” Kelly said, trying not to roll her eyes, “but he’s on a long-distance call with several business clients and his partners. I’ll have to take a message and have him get back to you.”
    “Kathy, do you know who I am?”
    “Yes, I do, Ms. Stephens, and it’s Kelly.”
    “Whatever,” she said. “Look, just slip a note under his nose. I know he’ll take my call.”
    “Except he gave me instructions not to interrupt him, and since he signs my paycheck, I generally do as he asks. I’m terribly sorry, but I will give him your message.”
    “What did you say your name was?”
    “Kelly,” she said distinctly. “Kelly Meredith.”
    “Well, Kelly,” Bianca said with a tone that implied that she was talking down to a particularly stupid first grader. “I’ll be sure to tell Brandon how uncooperative you have been.”
    “Yes, ma’am. And I’ll be sure to give him your message.”
    “You’d better,” she said imperiously. “He won’t be happy to find out he missed my call.”
    “I’m sure that’s true,” Kelly said. “I—”
    But the line was already dead.
    Shaken, Kelly stared at the phone. “Gosh, I hope I don’t forget to give him that message.”
    After hanging up the phone, she had to get up and walk around the office. She stretched her arms and rolled her neck around, just to get rid of some of the anger she was feeling. Of course she knew who Bianca Stephens was. She was the daughter of a former secretary of defense who hosted a national morning talk show. She was model-thin and Playmate gorgeous, and she was probably really smart, too. Damn her.
    Walking into the kitchenette to pour a soda, Kelly gave herself a stern lecture. She understood that there had always been women like Bianca Stephens in Brandon’s life and there always would be. They were supermodels, heiresses, actresses and designers. Some were nice and some were awful, like Bianca Stephens. It didn’t matter to Brandon. He dated them because they looked good on his arm and probably in his bed, although she didn’t want to dwell too closely on that possibility. The plain fact was that Kelly was disappointed by the fact that Brandon would ever want to be with anyone as rude as Bianca Stephens.
    Kelly took a moment to thank her lucky stars that she wasn’t so emotionally involved with Brandon that she cared one way or the other, but she had to admit it was upsetting to be treated as though she were nothing but the hired help.
    That thought stopped Kelly in her tracks. She took a few deep breaths, shook her hair back, did some more shoulder rolls, then headed for her desk feeling