Billionaire Clark Mannings is on top of the world. Business is well. So is pleasure. Lots of it. Work hard. Play hard. Stay unattached. These rules have always served him best. Poised on the precipice of westward expansion with his billion dollar enterprise, everything flips at the drop of a hat when a chance encounter with a certain blonde completely reorients his manifest destiny.
Newly appointed CEO Mariah Olsen has a bone to pick as the youngest female head of a company. Not only does she battle with male chauvinists who are opposed to her proposed reforms, she also has the biggest challenge in her life: how to stay on track with her career goals without being blindsided by annoying inappropriate urges in the presence of a certain visiting executive.
Purr Scent 0: The Moment is an 18,000-word M/F (male-female) prequel to a six-part billionaire BDSM menage serial that tracks the journey of an alpha male dominant, a lesbian domme, and their bisexual female submissive. The emerging connection between the Dom and sub continues in Purr Scent I: The Meeting, followed by the meeting of both females in Purr Scent II: The Makeover.
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And those lips? Sinfully bitable.
Mariah clamped her mouth shut to keep her jaw from trembling or dropping to the floor. Plus, she had to prevent herself from flat out drooling. No need to feed an oversized ego. If this man was Geneva’s version of handsome, then Geneva was probably right on the money about his silver platter status. With looks like his, Mariah doubted that the man had ever seen rejection in his life. Who would turn down someone so deliciously stunning?
“Clark Mannings,” the man said, holding out his hand for a shake. “Mannings Industries.”
“Mariah Olsen,” she answered, taking his hand for a firm shake. “Heartisan Foods.”
“In the flesh,” he said, somewhat pleased. “You’ve done an amazing job whipping that place into shape, given the short time you’ve been there.”
“Oh?” Mariah raised an eyebrow. Suddenly, she was curious about Mannings Industries. She’d never heard of the company before. Now, she wondered what kind of company it was for this man—a CEO, according to the pre-printed name tag—to know anything about her and her company.
“Entrepreneur Now,” he answered, as if understanding her unspoken question.
“I don’t pay any attention to the media,” Mariah said, thinking of Annika’s open dislike of the frequent partial news coverage. Case in point, Mariah did not recall anyone from the press asking her for an interview or a comment to write about her or her company. “I’d be suspect myself, if I were to read any of the coverage.”
“Noted,” Clark said with a quirk of those kissable lips. Her cheeks burned in embarrassment and anger—embarrassment from thinking of kissing the man, anger from the outburst of her traitorous hormones. She could use a date tonight—with her vibrator.