Free Boss: The Encounter With The Bad Boy Billionaire: Bad Boy Billionaire Romance (BOSS: A Contemporary Bad Boy Billionaire Romance) by Julie Valentine, Grace Valentine Page A

but she was pleasantly surprised by who was there.
    "Mr. Ciarelli. To what do I owe this surprise?"
    They shook hands before he took a seat.
    "So how are you settling in to this office?"
    "I can't tell you how happy I am with everything, Mr. Ciarelli."
    "Well, you worked hard so you deserve it, Jacobs." The man's presence was still intimidating to Hart to this day.
    She waited patiently for him to tell her what he had come to say. She was pretty sure that it was not a social call.
    "Well, Jacobs. I know that your time is limited. You are a busy woman. But I have a proposal for you."
    She clasped her hands together, leaning on the edge of her desk. "What can I do for you, Mr. Ciarelli?"
    "My son, Tony will be working with the company now," he began slowly.
    "He is not, how should I say this? Although this is a family business, he does not know that much about it. I would like to have him shadow you for a while and have you show him the ropes."
    Hart was confused as to what Mr. Ciarelli was actually asking her.
    "Sir?'
    "Not that he is in training for anything remotely close to what you are doing, Jacobs. My point is, you have been at the bottom of the company and you are steadily rising. I feel that you would be the perfect person to help him see both worlds."
    "Whatever you need, Sir."
    "Great." Ciarelli stood up quickly. "Tony will be here in the building this afternoon. I will tell him to come by and introduce himself. Oh, and Jacobs?"
    "Yes, Sir."
    "Let me warn you that dealing with Tony can be challenging. I chose you because I think that you are up for the challenge. Have a good day Jacobs."
    "Good day, Sir."
    Hart watched as he walked out of the door, half hoping that he would come back in and tell her that he was joking. But he never did. Instead, Lana entered with her coffee and her reports and let her know that her client arrived. She would have to deal with Tony when and if he ever showed up.
     

Chapter Two
     
    By the time the late afternoon came around, Tony Ciarelli had not shown his face in the office. Hart breathed a sigh of relief. She had more than enough work on her plate. The last thing she needed was to babysit a spoiled playboy due to nepotism. She would do anything for Mr. Ciarelli because he was the reason that she had the opportunities that she had, but taking care of his grown son who did not have any desire or need to work was not on the top of her list.
    She straightened out the papers on her desk and sent the last few emails for the day, happy that she was going to be able to head out a little early today. It would be the first time that month that she was not working late. It was not like she had any specific plans, she just wanted to go home and relax with a hot bath and a glass of wine.
    "Is she in here?" a voice boomed.
    "Ah, Sir, please let me buzz Ms. Jacobs first. Sir."
    Hart waited to see who was going to burst through the front door. Whoever it was had some nerve to just come barging in.
    A lean, clean shaven, baby faced man came waltzing in to her office. His blonde hair was perfectly coiffed and spiked, his taste in clothing was impeccable, and he brought with him the scent of too much expensive cologne.
    "I'm sorry, Ms. Jacobs. He just barged right in." Lana stood in the doorway, almost pleading her case.
    Hart held her hand up. "It's okay, Lana. Mister-," she paused giving the stranger the chance to introduce himself.
    "Mr. Ciarelli. Tony Ciarelli." When he said his name, his posture straightened and he was gloating with a cocky smirk.
    "Ah. Mr. Ciarelli. Your father told me to expect you- earlier today." She hoped that he got the point of what she was trying to say.
    "Well, I had things to do. So I'm here. Now can we get started?"
    "Thanks Lana. I think I can handle it from here."
    Lana gave her an unknowing gaze, to which Hart nodded to give her the least bit of reassurance.
    Lana backed out of the office, leaving Hart there with the oversized man child.
    "It's so nice that you