Blackmailed by the Billionaire Brothers: The Complete Series by Sylvia Banks Page B

hadn’t called my cousin Phil
yet, but my chance as a baker was here. A severance package would’ve help me get moved back home and started on my chosen
journey. I’m such an idiot. But, I hadn’t thought about it since…last night.
    Why?
    Because
Warren screwed me mindless. Ellis hadn’t been
bad, in fact he’d probably be the better boyfriend in the long run, but
Warren’s passion would overcome any obstacle. Well, almost any obstacle. He did
have an ex-wife. It made me curious about Warren in a way. The dark brooding
types hit my soft spot. It was the mysterious factor.
    Unwilling to look closer into
my forgetfulness about calling Phil I picked up my cell phone and flipped
through my contacts. I found my cousin’s phone number and sighed. This sudden
hesitation was irritating. That my annoyance didn’t stem from mother was a
surprise. Sure moving back home would have my mom ungraciously happy but I’d be
leaving Warren. Damn him. I pressed send on my phone. It rang twice before Phil
picked up.
    “Hello?” My cousin’s thick
accent came over the line.
    “Hi, Phil! It’s Fabiola Renzi ,” I said.
Impossible to believe, but there was more than one Fabiola in the family so I always made sure distant relatives knew which Fabulous they
were speaking to.
    “Fab! So good to hear from ya !” Phil said. “ Ya sista told ya ?”
    “Yep,” I said. Then I let Phil
take another fifteen minutes to explain what I already knew. From his
explanation, he wanted someone to take over the rent payments and the equipment
so he didn’t have to worry about the headaches that came with closing a store. He
was willing to help me for three months until the lease for the place was up.
    “Phil, your offer is very
tempting, can I think about it for a few days? I promise, I’ll give you an
answer by the end of the week.”
    “Take ya time, sweetheart, you’s got a few months ta decide.”
Phil said. “But don’t take too long.”
    I said my goodbyes and hung up
the phone. This really was an opportunity and before I would’ve taken it
whole-heartedly. But before I left, this mess with Warren and Ellis needed to
be cleared up.
    “ Fabiola .”
    I squeaked and turned in my
chair. Warren stood in my cubicle.
    “My office,” he said. Warren
then turned around and walked away.
    Should I bring a pad and pen,
or cuffs and restraints? Ah well, it didn’t matter. This was a perfect
opportunity to explain to him about the bakery. I checked to see if anyone
noticed me going into his office and slipped inside.
    “Lock the door,” Warren said.
    As I thought, Warren needed a
little relief from his frustrations. I turned the bolt and strut to the chair
opposite of the CEO. Walking as tantalizing as possible with three inch heels
on I took my time sitting, using every curve of my body to provoke a response.
    Warren scrutinized my every
move. “From everything you’ve said, it seems you want to stay.”
    Green eyes, half beseeching,
half demand burned up my panties. “Not if it’s in accounting,” I teased. Phil
said I had a few weeks to make my decision so why not have a little fun before
I left?
    Warren rolled his chair away
from his desk and pointed in front of him. “Stand here.”
    I smirked, rose to my feet,
smoothed my skirt and prowled around the desk. Confident about the situation, I
moved his laptop aside and sat on his desk with my legs crossed like a pin-up
girl. I rested one shoe on his chair.
    “Do you have anyone you need to
call?” I said, my red hair falling in front of my left side. I tilted my face
so I could see his lusciousness with both eyes.
    An evil glint sparkled in his
expression. A delicious hint of things to come. His
hand skimmed over my calf, tickling and seductive. That feather-light touch
burned stripes on my skin and sent a ripple up my body. “Did you mean what you
said, about liking your job?” He said.
    I couldn’t help but smile back.
“Yeah.”
    Inside I knew I’d have to tell
him that