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  Table of Contents

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Epilogue

  Boss Me Please (Boss Me Please, Book One)

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

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  An Alpha Billionaire Romance Series

  Book 1-5

  Brooke Kinsley

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  Contents

  Too Curious (Book One)

  Too Addictive (Book Two)

  Too Tempting (Book Three)

  Too Obsessed (Book Four)

  Too Perfect (Book Five)

  Bonus Chapters

  About The Author

  Too Curious

  An Alpha Billionaire Romance Series

  Book One

  Brooke Kinsley

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  "You know you're in love when you can't fall asleep because reality is finally better than your dreams."-dr. seuss

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  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  About The Author

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  Sometimes a girl just wants to run wild…

  I’m twenty-one and dying to leave home. Thankfully, the opportunity of a lifetime comes along when I’m accepted as an intern for the world’s most handsome and scandalous billionaire, Trevor Wylde.

  “Don’t go! He’s a sex maniac, a womanizer!”

  Everyone told me not to go but the warnings just made it even more exciting. I start work and he notices me straight away, inviting me to secret, sexy party where he shows me the time of my life. But is he hiding an insidious secret? And who is the mysterious Ophelia who’s hell bent on hating me? And what’s going on with the mysterious robes I find in Trevor’s bedroom?

  I know I should stay away from him but I can’t! He drives me crazy like no other man has ever done. But I have a secret… Will it scare him away? Or will it turn him on even more?

  Chapter One

  My parents were arguing downstairs but that was nothing new. Their yelling, once a source of fear was now nothing more than background noise. I could hear my brother, Stephen down there amongst them making a sandwich, the sound of the rattling plates and cutlery punctuating their insults.

  I lay on my bed with my eyes fixed on the ceiling, watching the way the sunlight danced across the cornicing. Outside there was the crunch of gravel, the sound of footsteps. I lifted myself up and peered over my headboard out the window. It was the mailman and he had a conspicuous brown envelope in his hand. I knew it was for me.

  Racing downstairs I bumped into Stephen, pushed him out the way and flung open the door.

  “You look pleased to see me!” the mailman smiled and thrust the letter in my hand.

  “Don’t get used to it,” I shut the door in his face.

  I had more important things on my mind than trivial formalities. Ripping open the envelope I slid the letter out into the palm of my hand. For a second I was too afraid to read it and lingered in the moment of not knowing the news.

  “What’s that?” Stephen said with a full mouth.

  I didn’t say anything.

  “Are you not going to read it?”

  “Shut up
Stephen?”

  He looked offended and glowered at me.

  “It’s for the job at Wylde Enterprises, isn’t it?”

  I nodded, took a deep breath.

  “Okay…” I exhaled. “It’s now or never.”

  Flipping it open the words hit me. I squealed. My parents went silent.

  “What is it, honey?” Mom came rushing into the hall.

  “I got it! The internship!”

  She squeezed me tight while Stephen and my Dad exchanged a worried look.

  “What?” I asked.

  “Nothing,” my Dad mumbled. “Congratulations.”

  Chapter Two

  “You know Trevor Wylde is a professional womanizer, don’t you?” Stephen was chewing on his crusts.

  “A professional womanizer? Has he got qualifications in it or something? Did he get tenured in the illustrious field of womanizing?”

  “Don’t be a smartass, Tammy. I’m just looking out for you. You’re interning for a guy who’s pretty much as famous for his sexual exploits as he is for his wealth.”

  I didn’t look up from my suitcase, just kept placing my clothes inside as I readied myself to leave home.

  “Why are you packing so soon anyway?” Stephen sat on the end of my bed. “You don’t even know where you’re living yet.”

  “Accommodation comes with the job,” I explained. “A small apartment near Wylde Towers.”

  “Oooooh.”

  “You’re just jealous.”

  “A little,” he sighed. “You get to leave this small crappy town and move to New York. I’ll have to stay here with them,” he nodded his head down the stairs where Mom and Dad were yelling again.

  “You can visit,” I promised.

  A softness came over him as he slumped his shoulders.

  “I’ll miss you,” he fiddled with the cuff of his sleeve. “Who else is going to cover my back when I’m drunk?”

  We laughed.

  “Seriously, as soon as you graduate high school this year you can stay with me.”

  “Thanks,” he looked up from his sleeve. “I can’t wait to get outta here.”

  ~

  It was time to say goodbye. With one hand around the handle of my suitcase and the other wiping away the tears, I hugged my Mom and Dad.

  “We’ll miss you so much!” Mom cried. “Are you sure you’re ready to go?”

  “For the last time, yes! I’ll be fine. I can’t wait.”

  “You’ll be back for Christmas though won’t you?” Dad asked.

  “Definitely.”

  A horn beeped at the end of the drive. I looked out the window and saw the taxi that was taking me to the train station.

  “I have to go,” I sniffed. “I’ll call you as soon as I get there.”

  Once inside the cab, I let the tears fall. I was excited to be leaving home but I was terrified too. I’d miss my parents, even if they yelled all the time and I’d miss Stephen, even though he was a pest. The driver looked at me in the rearview mirror as he pulled away from the curb.

  “To the station right?”

  “Yeah,” I sniveled. “Can you put the radio on?”

  “Sure,” he fiddled with a knob on the dashboard. “You look like you’re having a rough time.”

  “Just an emotional day,” I said, my spirits lifting a little as the music began to play. “I’m finally leaving this dump of a town.”

  He gave me a wry smile. I could see his eyes twinkling in the mirror as he smiled.

  “Aaah… What I’d do to be young again… You first time away from home?”

  “Yep,” I dabbed at my cheeks. “Moving to New York.”

  “I don’t envy ya, kid,” he shook his head. “I lived there when I was young. It seemed glamorous at the time. It’s a nightmare though, I tell ya.”

  “A nightmare?”

  “Yeah, it’s a cesspit of craziness.”

  “Sounds exciting,” I smiled to myself. “I like the sound of being crazy.”

  Chapter Three

  My suitcase was teetering on the edge of the overhead rack threatening to hurl itself onto my head. I was too short to push it any further and wobbled on tip toes as the train pulled away from the station.

  “Here, let me help,” a voice came from behind me.

  I saw strong arms push the case up onto the rack and as I turned around, I saw a handsome man, aged about forty in an immaculate suit. His diamond cufflinks gave off a sparkle that was as bright as his bleached teeth. He ran a hand through his salt and pepper streaked hair and smiled.

  “Thanks!” I beamed.

  “No bother. I hate seeing a damsel in distress.”

  He walked away and took a seat a few rows in front of me but not before glancing over his shoulder to get one last look at my body. He was hot in a mature way, carried a type of confidence that younger guys seldom have. I watched from behind as he flipped open his briefcase. I squinted to see his left hand. There was no wedding band. A thought came into my head.

  I looked up and down the carriage. Apart from an old woman at the end with her nose in a book, we were the only people on board and the ticket inspector was nowhere to be seen. I coughed. The man didn’t notice. I coughed again and he turned around, pleased to see me.

  I knew I shouldn’t do it. There were cameras on the train and I could get caught but I couldn’t stop myself from wanting to have some fun. Opening my legs wide, I let them hang for a moment before crossing them back over. It was just enough time for him to see my panties.

  His eyes widened and he looked around to see if anyone was watching. I could see his hand disappear between his legs and pull at something. He was adjusting the hardness in his pants.

  “Do it again,” he whispered.

  I let my knees fall apart but this time, I didn’t close them. Revealing the transparency of my panties, I leaned back in my seat and let him look at me fully. I grew wet quickly with the desire to be watched. A damp patch spread across my panties. I looked down and saw the man was blushing, his cheeks red and shiny. He grunted, made a peculiar sound as he tried to catch his breath then he turned round in his seat to face me. A large bulge protruded from his crotch.

  “Can I show you myself too?”

  His voice was curt and polite, a sign of his bourgeois status.

  “I wanna see you,” I breathed. “I wanna see you touch yourself.”

  He was stunned. He waited for a minute with his hand on his zipper before looking up and down the carriage once more.

  “I’ve never done anything like this,” his face grew even redder.

  “I have,” I smiled.

  He unzipped his pants, took a deep breath then pulled out his cock. It was huge, bigger than I’d expected. And it was rock hard and solid, purple at the tip where it was engorged with blood.

  “How old are you?” he asked.

  It amused me that he hadn’t thought to ask until after he revealed himself to me.

  “Twenty-one,” I told the truth.

  “Perfect,” he said as he gripped his fingers around his length.

  He gritted his teeth as he touched himself. I could tell he was close to coming just by looking at me. I licked my lips as I watched his hand pump up and down, his eyes hungry and his breath coming out of him labored and heavy.

  “Touch yourself,” he rasped.

  “Wait,” I said. “I’ll do it when I’m ready.”

  I wanted to do it. I was wet with the anticipation of rubbing my clitoris, but I held back. The pleasure was always sweeter when you had to wait for it. A noise came from the carriage behind. Looking over my shoulder I saw the ticket inspector move down the aisle. The train wasn’t busy so it wouldn’t be long until he reached us. Maybe he’d join in…

  I narrowed my eyes as I looked at the mysterious man in front of me, the man who I’d only spoken to once before he began to masturbate in my presence. I was enjoying the sexual power I held over him, the ability to turn on a complete stranger and get him to do whateve
r I wanted. With a deliberate slowness, I hooked a finger inside my panties and felt the wetness between my lips as I pulled my fragile underwear to the side. The man moved his hand faster, began to bite his lower lip as he reached orgasm.

  “Touch yourself,” he ordered. “Do it, please.”

  I shook my head, reveling in the act of teasing him.

  “I’d give anything to see you touch yourself,” he groaned. “Anything at all.”

  “I don’t want a single thing from you.”

  I moved my hand, brushed my fingers up against my clitoris. It was divine, sheer forbidden luxury. A tidal wave of pleasure moved through me as the train rocked from side to side. I glanced out the window and saw corn fields roll by in a blur. Looking back to the man I saw his face beet red and twisted into a grimace. I showed him what he wanted. Rubbing furiously I built myself up into a frenzy, groaning and throwing my head back.

  “Oh God!” I cried.

  Behind us, there was the sound of the ticket man opening the carriage door followed by the jangling of the change in his pocket.

  “Fuck!”

  I rubbed harder, felt myself begin to come. My thighs began to tremble. I opened my eyes and saw the man grunting with his lips wet with spit. His body shuddered and he fell forward, a spurt of semen spraying the seat in front of him. I pushed against my clitoris one last time. My thighs shook as I came, a wet patch growing bigger on the seat beneath me.

  “Tickets please!”

  I closed my legs and sat up straight. The man zipped up his pants and straightened his tie, winking at me before he moved for his wallet. The ticket was clutched between my wet fingers as I passed it to the inspector. He gave me a strange look as he walked away, sensing that I was up to something. Then he looked at the old woman’s ticket, her head still in between the pages of her book, and meandered into the next carriage.

  “That was close,” the man said as he dabbed the sweat on his brow.