Senior Advisor to the Boss: Billionaire Obsession Dark Romance (Managing the Bosses Series Book 9) Read Free Page A

it needed a new location. It’s…” he paused as he spoke, probably to check the calendar or his notes, “the weekend of the twentieth. Four-day tournament. There’s a great opportunity for you here.”
    Mark swallowed. Like a yearly tour stop? This was big. Bigger than big. He couldn’t wait to tell Erica. And Alex. He couldn’t wait to see the look on their faces when he told them.
    “We’ll of course be in touch with you frequently to make sure that things are going well on your end. There are a few adjustments you might have to make to your course. The regulations will be sent to you.”
    Mark nodded as the man spoke, forgetting for a moment that Rudnick couldn’t see him. “Yes,” he said when he realized. “Of course. I’ll keep an eye out for them.”
    “In that case, Mr. Reid,” Rudnick said, “I’ll go ahead and put you down as a definite location, barring any complications. I’ll send you a copy of our rules and regulations, which we’ll discuss in the near future. One of the PGA Tour specialists will be calling you to set up a meeting and go over the course.”
    “Sounds good.”
    “So glad to hear that you’re going to be hosting for us. Congratulations. Have a good day, Mr. Reid.”
    “You, too.”
    The call ended and Mark stood for a moment, staring at his phone, wondering if what he had just heard was actually real. He was tempted to pinch himself and make sure he wasn’t dreaming.
    Erica. She was going to want to know. He glanced down at the phone, and his excitement suddenly deflated. There were still several hours before Erica would be off work. Except, Mark thought, he was the boss. Which meant that he could take her off any time that he wanted to. He tucked his phone back into his pocket and headed out the door to his golf cart, hurrying down toward the driving range where Erica was teaching golfing lessons.
    When he got there, she was standing by herself, drinking deeply from a bottle of water, and Mark slowed his steps, admiring her in the honey-gold light of the sun. The trees were starting to turn with autumn, and with her blonde hair and tan, she seemed to belong right there with them.
    “Hey,” he said as he got close.
    Erica turned and smiled at him, twisting the cap back onto the bottle. “What brings you all the way down here?”
    “I just got a call from the Pro Golf Tour,” Mark said, speaking the words slowly, a little worried that if he said them it would turn out to be a dream after all. “Seems Little Lake is going to be hosting a tournament next November.”
    He watched Erica’s eyes widen, a smile suddenly stretching across her face. “That’s fantastic, Mark!”
    “Yeah.” Mark found himself smiling at her enthusiasm as she practically flung herself into his arms, wrapping hers around him in turn as he caught her, and kissing him hard. It wasn’t exactly the reaction that he had expected, but it was definitely one he approved of, and Mark kissed back just as eagerly. When they broke for air, they were both breathing a little harder.
    “I’m actually having a hard time believing it,” he admitted.
    “Well, you shouldn’t.” She grinned at him. “You have a great golf course. And, well,” she started giggling, “I may have pulled a few strings to make sure that you got a call.”
    Mark took a step back, looking into her eyes, noting the slightly smug edge of her smile. “Really?”
    Erica laughed. “Really, really.”
    The arm that was still wrapped around her waist pulled her back in, pressing her body against his own, and Mark lifted his other hand to curl around the arch of her cheek, drawing her even nearer. “You are the best,” he breathed against her lips. “You know that?”
    “Mmmm. I do try.”
    And then they were kissing again. Slow, this time. Deep and lingering. Mark let his eyes fall shut, tasting her, feeling every line of her against himself. The whole world fell away around them.
    “You know,” Erica said when they parted