Following His Orders

FOLLOWING HIS ORDERS THE TEMPTER SERIES BOOK 2 KYLIE KENT CONTENTS Please Stalk Me Prologue Prologue Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19 Chapter 20 Chapter 21 Chapter 22 Chapter 23 Chapter 24 Chapter 25 Chapter 26 Chapter 27 Chapter 28 Chapter 29 When Worlds Collide… Afterword Chapter One Chapter Two Meet The Author Also by Kylie Kent About Kylie Kent Copyright ©2023 by Kylie Kent Ebook: 978-1-922816-13-9 Paperback: 978-1-922816-75-7 Hardback: 978-1-922816-76-4 Alternative Paperback Cover: 978-1-922816-77-1 Cover illustration by Sammi Bee Designs Editing services provided by Kat Pagan – https://www.facebook.com/PaganProofreading This book contains scenes of sexual acts and profanity If any of these are triggers for you, you should consider skipping this read. All rights reserved. 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Join my readers group on Facebook Club Merge Facebook: @kyliekent2020 Instagram Follow: @author_kylie_kent_ PROLOGUE I hold my breath with a stomach full of butterflies as my name is called. This is the moment I’ve been waiting for since I was thirteen and decided I wanted to be a lawyer. I knew the day my father went away for a crime his business partner committed that I was going to be the best damned corporate lawyer this country ever saw. And it all starts today with my valedictorian speech. It wasn’t enough for me to graduate with a law degree. No, I had to be the best. Every decision I’ve made throughout my teen years, my early adult years as well, has been to get to this moment. It’s a small stage, and I know the whole of Australia won’t know who I am after this speech. They will though. Once I work my way up that corporate ladder. “I would like to introduce Miss Bentley Johnson, the valedictorian for this year’s graduating class, ladies and gentlemen.” The dean nods in my direction. I straighten my back and hold my head high. The crowd roars with applause. I look out, hoping to spot my mum and sister Jules, only to be blinded by the spotlights following my strut across the stage. I fake confidence the whole walk to the microphone. Shaking the Dean’s hand, I stand at the podium and unfold the piece of paper that has my speech scrawled across the front. I’ve rehearsed it a million times. “Good afternoon. It’s not just an honour to be up here addressing my fellow graduates. It’s a dream come true to me. Firstly, I’d like to thank my family, my mum, dad, and sister for not only the sacrifices they’ve all made in their own lives in helping me to achieve my goals, but for listening to this speech over and over again without complaint.” I stop and scan the crowd. I can’t make out many of the faces. I do, however, get caught by a pair of ocean-blue eyes that hold me hostage. Swallowing my nerves down, I look back at the piece of paper. “When we’re kids, we’re always asked: what do you want to be when you grow up? And my answer was always a teacher or a doctor. Until I was sixteen and my response changed. Because it was then that I decided I wanted to be a lawyer. Recently, I’ve realized that being a lawyer is what I want to do. It’s my career of choice. But it’s not what I want to be. What I want to be is kind and loyal to my friends and family. I want to be the person who makes a difference in others’ lives. In this world. I want to be compassionate. I want to be a role model. I want to be someone my parents and family can be proud of. So, now, when I’m asked: what do you want to be when you grow up? Well, my answer isn’t as simple as a job title. I don’t have it all figured out, but I’m told I’m young and still have time. Who knows? If you ask me this question in ten years, my answer might change again. That’s the thing I love most about it. Much like yourself, who you are now and who you want to be later isn’t going to be the same from moment to moment, nor is it the same as when you were five years old. The thing I want my fellow classmates to take away from this question is this. What you want to be isn’t necessarily what job you want to do. There is no right or wrong answer. So whatever you want to be, I want you all to go out and become that person.” As I look out at the crowd, everyone is standing and applauding. And it takes everything in me to avoid those blue eyes. His eyes. Nathan Miller, my new boss. Or at least he will be the moment I walk through those doors of Christianson, Miller, and Warner. The top-tier law firm I was fortunate enough to score a first-year associate position at. Not only is Nathan one of my new