Rebel Boss

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Cover Art By: Bookin’ It Designs Copyediting: Amabel Daniels Table of Contents Copyright Page Rebel Boss (Denver Billionaires, #2) Denver Billionaires Series | Enemy Boss | Rebel Boss | Sinful Boss One Two Three Four Five Six Seven Eight Nine Ten Eleven Twelve Thirteen Fourteen Fifteen Sixteen Seventeen Eighteen Nineteen Twenty Twenty-One Twenty-Two Twenty-Three Twenty-Four Twenty-Five Twenty-Six Twenty-Seven Twenty-Eight Twenty-Nine Thirty Epilogue Blurb: Kiara I do what I have to in order to provide for my son and me. If being paid to be the arm candy of wealthy men helps keep a roof over our heads, I refuse to feel any sort of way about it.Roman Silverstone is admittedly one of my favorite clients. His gorgeous smile and sexy beard had me instantly attracted to him, even though we aren’t supposed to do anything physical with the clients. But, he takes me to the most amazing dinners and has even introduced me to his family. I always look forward to our dates when he’s on my schedule.Except now he wants to see me outside of my job. It’s strictly forbidden, and I have bills to pay. The problem is, my son is becoming attached and I’ve got no one to blame but myself for this predicament I’ve put myself in.RomanBeing one of the CEOs of Colorado’s largest brewing company is hard work, but marketing is my specialty, and I’m killing it. I’m responsible for all new clientele and I love my job, even if my cousins do give me crap for not wanting to wear a tie.But my job requires me to attend a lot of social events. I don’t have time for romantic entanglements or expectations from women who always seem to want more, so I’ve found it easier just to hire a date for these things.Kiara is my favorite of all the girls in Bella Manor. She's breathtakingly beautiful, sexy, well-spoken, and looks great on my arm.I’ve found myself wanting more from her, and her cute kid is growing on me, but she says she’s risking too much by seeing me outside of work.Well, she’s going to be quitting that job if I have anything to say about it, because Kiara is mine. Denver Billionaires Series Enemy Boss Rebel Boss Sinful Boss –––––––– One Kiara I smile politely at the older gentleman as I climb into the pearly white Bentley. The driver, who looks even older than my date, ushers me inside and then closes the door once I take a seat on the soft white leather. A mixture of old-school cologne and something medicinal hits my nose. A flute of champagne is offered to me and I take it with a practiced smile and a thank-you. “I’m Marv,” my date says, introducing himself. Even though I already know all I need to about the man. He’s a billionaire in his late sixties. A recent divorcee and father to two adult children, a daughter and a son, who currently help him run his empire. He loves to golf and drink expensive bourbon, which I see he’s holding a glass of in his hand. I don’t drink—especially on dates—so I hold the flute on my lap and smile back at him. “I’m Kiara.” “I know,” he replies with a grin and then waggles his somewhat tamed gray eyebrows at me. “And you’re absolutely beautiful.” He reaches over and takes my free hand, kissing the top. “So, art gallery opening tonight, huh?” I ask, desperate to make small talk and get him to stop smiling so lasciviously at me. “Yep, my son’s gallery’s opening night. I’m so proud of him.” He beams a smile. I smile genuinely now. I can definitely understand that pride. “I bet you are. I’m sure he’s worked hard for all his accomplishments.” He lifts a shoulder. “Sure has. I mean, with my help, of course.” I swallow down the gag that wants to emerge from him admitting to his son’s hand-me-down wealth and keep that practiced smile in place. “I can’t wait to see all the amazing art. I love art!” Now, I may be blonde, but I’m not dumb, I’ve just mastered the art of the dumb blonde. I loathe the stereotype but it makes me money and men eat it up. “Then you’re in for a fabulous night, honey!” Marv squeezes my hand and I squeeze back. A short time later, we pull up in front of an elaborate black and white building with large white columns. The driver opens the door to the luxury vehicle, and he offers me a hand getting out. Realizing I’m still holding the untouched champagne, I’m unsure what to do with it, so I hand it to the driver with an apologetic smile. He smiles back and discreetly pours it out into the street behind his back with a wink. I grin back at him as I loop my arm through Marv’s and enter the art gallery. “Hello, Mr. Portsmouth,” a young woman in a conservative black and white dress greets as we enter the art gallery. Marv introduces me to the woman, whose name I’ve already forgotten, and I politely take the flute of more bubbly alcohol she offers me with a tip of my head in thanks. Marv takes a sip of his as we walk around the gallery. He points out certain artists’ work