Kiss Cam

KISS CAM A BILLIONAIRE ROMANCE ERIKA LYNN Copyright © 2023 by Erika Lynn All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review. Cover art by Gigi Blume CONTENTS 1. Daisy 2. Dominic 3. Daisy 4. Dominic 5. Daisy 6. Daisy 7. Daisy 8. Dominic 9. Dominic 10. Daisy 11. Daisy 12. Dominic 13. Daisy 14. Dominic 15. Daisy 16. Dominic 17. Daisy 18. Daisy 19. Dominic 20. Daisy 21. Dominic 22. Daisy 23. Dominic 24. Daisy 25. Dominic 26. Daisy 27. Daisy 28. Dominic 29. Daisy 30. Dominic 31. Daisy 32. Dominic 33. Daisy 34. Dominic 35. Daisy 36. Dominic 37. Daisy 38. Dominic 39. Dominic 40. Daisy Epilogue Also by Erika Lynn Saucy Neighbor INTRODUCTION Kiss Cam: A Billionaire Romance A grumpy billionaire meets a sexy librarian in this enemies-to-lovers contemporary romance. This full-length novel stands alone. I hated Dominic Waters from the moment he stole my barstool. Who would have guessed I'd kiss him that same night? With an arena full of people cheering us on. Now he's funding the library grant that will transform the community I serve. I shouldn't have to deal with the grumpy, overbearing billionaire directly, but he keeps interfering with the grant without a good reason why. Oh, and my best friend is marrying his best friend. Which means we get to spend lots of time together. Yippee. But the more we're together, the more I see the man behind the gruff exterior. The man doing whatever he can to support what's left of his family. The worst part? I just might be falling in love with him. For my book club - you ladies are the coolest. And to the Sacramento Kings. Who would have known that game I attended a year ago would inspire a whole novel? 1 DAISY "One, two," the esthetician counted. She never made it to three. "Arghh," I cried as the woman ripped hair from the most delicate part of my body. "Are you okay over there?" Kiki asked. My best friend was perched on a stool next to the waxing table, scrolling through her phone. It was bad enough I let her drag me down here for an "emergency wax appointment," like that was a thing. No, she had to go and make it worse by pretending this was a spectator sport. The angelic looking older woman applied some more wax dangerously close to my naughty bits. I stopped breathing, knowing with absolute certainty that some wax would accidentally go where it shouldn’t, and I'd be in a whole lot more pain. Rip. "Holy-" "Just a few more strips,” the woman reassured me, a pleasant smile on her face, like she was actually enjoying the torture she was subjecting me to. Kiki chuckled. "Trust me. You'll be glad you did this. You haven't been on a date in forever. It's time to get over Xavier. I'm sure you'll love the guy I'm bringing to the game. If you two happen to hit it off, then this will all be worth it." I grimaced as the esthetician pulled another waxing strip off my body. "Well, it's too late to turn back now." I dared a peek and found my bikini zone completely inflamed. "I'm going to need some calming lotion or something." The esthetician’s brow furrowed. "You are really red." I sat up on my elbows. "Redder than most people?" She winced and took off the rest of my pubic hair. I hissed as all the air expelled from my body. My torturer covered me with a towel, pressing it firmly to my pubic bone to stop the pain. "I'll give you a minute to get dressed and then I'll take you up front to pay. We can schedule your next visit while we are at it," the esthetician said. "Next visit?" I squeaked. "Oh yeah. Most people like to schedule before they leave." "That's true," Kiki concurred. "You mean, I need to do this again? That didn't permanently just kill all my hair follicles and potential for regrowth?" I gulped. “I don’t know how you do this on a regular basis, Kiki.” She shrugged. “You get used to it.” Kiki continued to scroll as I started getting dressed. I wore my usual uniform: a form fitting long sleeve bodysuit that sat nicely under a houndstooth skirt with sheer black tights underneath. I grabbed my peacoat and boots and finished putting myself back together. My friend finally looked up from her phone, stashing it away in her pocket. "Let’s meet up for a drink before we go to the arena. I know this place that makes the best cocktails. They name them after the players. It's so fun. I just need to run home first." Kiki loved basketball and her PR firm had swanky seats that we got to use on occasion. I usually turned down her offers to go, but this time she refused to take no for an answer because she was on a mission to get me laid. We were best friends in college and stayed in New York City to find work once we graduated. She served as a senior strategist for a PR firm while I worked as a librarian with a focus on community development and programs. We couldn't be more different, but that was the beauty of our friendship. I was the introverted friend, the person to ask if you needed a book recommendation and wanted to spend the weekend at a cafe or curled up on the couch. She was the person you went to if you wanted to know the hottest club in town. We balanced each other out and our friendship was a study in opposites attract. Kiki was also in a committed relationship with Jerome and that meant she was more