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    Beach Billionaire Con 2: A Billionaire Romance, #2
    Beach Billionaire Con 2: A Billionaire Romance, #2
    Beach Billionaire Con 2: A Billionaire Romance, #2
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    Beach Billionaire Con 2: A Billionaire Romance, #2

    By Jill Lang

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    Part two of Beach Billionaire Con, a three-part series by author Jill Lang.

    She will lie, cheat, and steal to win his heart.

    Tessa Schilling finds herself in a precarious situation, needing to hack Benjamin Kent’s computer to pay off medical bills. But the billionaire’s easy, sexy manner becomes increasingly difficult to resist. She has to remind herself that he is just the job. They have no future together, not once he discovers her secrets.

    The blonde in his arms is hiding something. Intrigued and captivated, Benjamin willingly becomes ensnared in Haven’s silken web, wanting to know more about her. After he catches her compromising his computer, his fears are realized. Who is this woman? Has everything been a lie? Worse, why does he feel so protective of her? Why should he care that she’s gotten herself involved with a Russian thug, who could very well end her life?

    Continue the romantic adventure in Beach Billionaire Con 3.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherJill Lang
    Release dateOct 1, 2017
    ISBN9781386637431
    Beach Billionaire Con 2: A Billionaire Romance, #2

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      Beach Billionaire Con 2 - Jill Lang

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      I came to St. Martin for nefarious reasons. I wasn’t someone anyone could trust. None of the people I had met in the Caribbean were chance encounters. I had thrown myself in their path in the hope of befriending them. The motives for these actions were simple: I needed money to pay off more than fifty thousand dollars worth of medical bills. I would do whatever I had to, even sell my soul to the devil to accomplish this task, which I had. But … once the opportunity had presented itself, I had failed.

      Benjamin Kent stood in the doorway with dripping wet hair, his waist surrounded by a white towel. He had caught me in his study, in his home in the tropics, where he vacationed with his family, all of whom were billionaires. He had taken me on a tour of St. Martin today, trusting me enough to tell me about his wife, who had died of cancer. I had opened up about my daughter, Christina, and her struggle with leukemia. I shouldn’t have done so. I never should have told him anything resembling the truth, because he was my mark. He was the job.

      What’s going on here? He stared at me … watching … waiting.

      I, oh, gosh! I blurted. I’m so stupid. I forgot where the bathroom is. Moving away from the desk and his computer, I grasped my purse, which held the thumb drive. I had not been able to insert it into the laptop, but perhaps I could try again later?

      You had your chance, Tessa! You just stood there. You didn’t even try.

      I know. I … choked. It’s a sport analogy, but I just froze. I’m so stupid.

      You’re caught! He looks suspicious. He’s smarter than you give him credit for.

      Just shut up! I can’t think!

      Forcing a smile, I approached him, but my heart pounded in my chest, and I worried he would see right through me. Was it the first or second door on the right?

      Second. I moved to pass him, but he took my arm. Is everything okay? You seem a little … on edge.

      I didn’t want you to think I was snooping. I … this house is so big. I’ve lived in apartments all my life. That was the dumbest excuse ever, but it was the only thing I could come up with.

      I’ll escort you to it, if you want. Some of the tension had left his features, his eyes filling with warmth.

      Sighing inwardly, I leaned into him. You’re so nice, too nice. I … oh, never mind.

      I think you’re awfully nice too, Haven.

      I had used my stripper name, not wanting to reveal who I really was. The sooner I accomplished this task, the sooner I could leave and return to New York and my daughter, who I had not seen in two days. His arm went around my back, drawing me close.

      I’ll just … be a minute, I murmured, trying not to enjoy the feel of him or the warmth of his skin against mine. Excuse me.

      He let me go, but his hand lingered around my arm, drifting to my elbow and then my wrist, where he held on for a moment, preventing me from leaving. A second later, he let go. I hurried for the bathroom, staring at myself in the mirror, while the weight of regret clung to my shoulders, bringing them down.

      Why hadn’t I just inserted the thumb drive? I had been alone with the computer for more than five minutes, and I had just stood there. I glanced at my reflection, seeing a woman with blonde hair, although it had been bleached to look like this, the process having taken more than three hours. I missed the brunette locks, vowing to get them back once I returned home.

      A million thoughts drifted through my mind. Andre Balashov had hired me to hack Mr. Kent’s computer, paying a hefty advance. This had motivated me to come to St. Martin and accomplish the task. I hadn’t given it a second thought, wanting to clear my debts and secure a better future for my daughter and myself. I knew almost nothing about Mr. Balashov, but I suspected he was dangerous. He was a Russian thug, who knew my boss, but I trusted Rich. He wouldn’t throw me in the path of danger, would he?

      I could not hide in the bathroom all day, emerging a moment later, and finding the hallway empty. I stopped before the study, glancing at the computer.

      You’ll have to come back later. You can still get this done today. You haven’t failed.

      Now, you’re my cheerleader. Thanks, I thought dryly. Thanks a million.

      Benjamin waited by the pool, sitting with a glass of wine in his hand, eyeing my approach. Were you successful?

      Yes, I was. I settled in next to him, trying to center my emotions, which felt frayed and jumbled. Slow and steady, Tessa. You can do this. Maybe he’ll be drunk later? He might even pass out. You can finish the job then.

      I’m damn curious about what’s on your mind. You’ve got a lot going on in there.

      I … I just miss my daughter. I feel like a bad parent for leaving her behind.

      I can understand that. He appeared contemplative. How much time can you take off from work?

      I had told him I worked at a clothing store, which was a lie. I was really a stripper. Um … just until Friday. I’ll be back in the store on Saturday. It was his turn to be thoughtful, the wheels turning. Why?

      Just wondering. He took a sip of wine. It’s not a bad chardonnay.

      It’s nice. I eyed the pool, the water shimmering with differing shades of blue. Your house is nice.

      We should go in. I think I’ve had enough sun.

      I could not help wondering about the expression on his face. If I didn’t know better, I would say he wanted me alone … in his bed. I had kissed him last night, stunned by how extraordinary it had felt. I hadn’t been with a man in a long time, having sworn off dating after Christina’s birth.

      What do you want to do?

      A suggestive smile lingered. Oh, I have all sorts of ideas, but I don’t want to push things too fast. I really enjoyed walking you home last night. It’s been in my head all day.

      We had kissed passionately in my villa; probably the best kiss of my life. I’d love to see more of your house. I meant this, but it might also open up the possibility of accessing his computer again.

      He slid from the seat, reaching out. Let’s head in then. I could use a shower.

      And this was the opening I had been looking for. All right.

      His sister, Helena, was here as well, but she had gone out for the day. We entered the house together. There were dueling seating areas on either side of a spacious living room, with recessed lighting and expensive-looking artwork. I followed him to the hallway, where a set of double doors revealed a large bedroom. A wall of windows had been left open, leading to

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