The Billionaire's Intern - Part 4. Maisey Yates

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      In Part Four of The Billionaire’s Intern, Addison walks away from her powerful billionaire boss—straight into the nearest bar. There’s no way Logan Black would come and find her there, surely. Especially after the hurtful things they said to each other. But then the door opens and she feels it…feels him. Now, if she’d only summon the courage to open her eyes…

      Once you’ve finished the exciting conclusion to The Billionaire’s Intern, look out for the next installment of the Forbidden Series, billionaires who can look, but shouldn’t touch!

      Collect all three novels in The Forbidden Series:

      THE BILLIONAIRE’S INTERN by USA TODAY bestselling author Maisey Yates

      THE BILLIONAIRE’S FANTASY by USA TODAY bestselling author Kate Hewitt

      THE BILLIONAIRE’S INNOCENT by USA TODAY bestselling author Caitlin Crews

      The Billionaire’s Intern - Part 4

      Maisey Yates

       www.millsandboon.co.uk

      To Caitlin and Kate, for being amazing partners in crime on this series. You made things that were hard feel much easier. I’m so thankful for your talent, your generosity and your friendship. Love you both.

       The Forbidden Series

       Billionaires who can look, but shouldn’t touch!

       The Billionaire’s Intern

       Part Four

       What is she doing? Addison Treffen is sitting in a bar alone, drinking to the mess her life is in: her friend is missing somewhere overseas, her family has been ruined by her father’s scandal and her so-called love life consists in a brief affair with a recluse who continually punishes himself and pushes Addison away. And now she’s got her eyes closed tight, wondering if Logan Black is really standing at the bar, coming to rescue her from her pity party. Screw that. She needs to rescue herself. This is the new Addison. The strong woman who is finally realizing who she really is, not who everyone wants her to be. Logan taught her that. If he’s not there when she opens her eyes, she should march back to the hotel and…what? All she can think of doing is kissing him. Ah, crap. Come on, coward, just open your eyes and get it over with…

      Contents

       Chapter Fourteen

       Chapter Fifteen

       Chapter Sixteen

       Epilogue

      Logan Black had a bad habit of turning up when he shouldn’t. He’d all but risen from the grave five years ago, and now he was here, when his social anxiety should make it impossible. The last two times he’d left the hotel had resulted in panic attacks, so of course she’d never imagined he would pursue her here in the outside world.

      Unless he was a figment of her imagination.

      He took a step into the bar, and Addison knew for sure she wasn’t hallucinating.

      “What are you doing here?” she asked.

      “I came to get you,” he said.

      “Damn, girl,” Isobel, the bartender, said. “You’re in trouble.”

      And Addison wasn’t sure if Isobel meant right this moment, or in a much broader, philosophical sense. Addison feared it was the second one. Well, and the first one too.

      Though somehow the immediate threat seemed…desirable. Which went a long way in showing just how messed up she was in the head.

      But oh well. Owning it. That was her new thing.

      “How did you come to get me?” she asked. “I mean, all things considered.”

      “It’s easier in the dark. Plus…” He looked around the room. “The bar isn’t exactly crowded.”

      “I’m busy, though,” Isobel said.

      Logan ignored her. “And I wasn’t about to leave you out here doing God knows what.”

      “Yeah, I am a loose canon, Logan, I’ll give you that. Given my wild-child past.” She rolled her eyes. At him. At herself.

      “You’re out here drinking,” he said. “Alone.”

      “Are you going to lecture me on how unsafe it is? Because given that I’ve spent weeks holed up in a hotel with you, I don’t think I was much safer before I came out. With or without the alcohol.”

      “Fair point, little girl,” he said, stepping down into the bar area, his hands at his sides. He curled his fingers into his fists and she watched the leather on the gloves stretch tight over his knuckles.

      “I’m going to go to the back and…inventory,” Isobel said, her footsteps indicating a very quick scurry.

      “I’m not a little girl,” Addison said, standing up and starting to walk past him. He reached out and grabbed her arm, stopping her, the look on his face one of pure danger.

      “You ran scared like one.”

      “That was your goal, wasn’t it? You pushed me away. You did it on purpose.”

      “Hell yes,” he said, lifting his other hand and dragging his leather-covered fingertip across her cheekbone and down her jaw, “it was my goal.”

      “Then why are you here? And I mean seriously, how the hell did you manage?” She looked at him and, even in her slightly altered state, she could see he was affected by being here.

      He took hold of her jaw, the leather cold against her skin. “Because I decided I didn’t want you to go. Fickle bastard that I am.” He released her, and she felt nothing but disappointment.

      He was too controlled. Too contained. She wanted him wild.

      “Somehow I don’t think fickle is a word often used to describe you.” She was pushing him, and she knew it.

      “Not often,” he said. “But I find I want you gone. And at the same time I very much want you with me, so I’m not sure what else to call that.”

      “Confusing.”

      “Well, that’s one way of putting it.”

      She crossed her arms under her breasts. “The other way had a lot of profanity.”

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