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  By Invitation Only - The Series

  Zane Michaelson

  To all my supporters - thanks for everything.

  Contents

  Cammie

  Prologue

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Zander

  Prologue

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Chapter 31

  Chapter 32

  Chapter 33

  Chapter 34

  Jensen

  Prologue

  Chapter 35

  Chapter 36

  Chapter 37

  Chapter 38

  Chapter 39

  Chapter 40

  Chapter 41

  Chapter 42

  Chapter 43

  Chapter 44

  Chapter 45

  Chapter 46

  Chapter 47

  Chapter 48

  Chapter 49

  Chapter 50

  Bonus Chapter 1

  Bonus Chapter 2

  Bonus Chapter 3

  Acknowledgments

  About the Author

  Also by Zane Michaelson

  Copyright © 2018 by Zane Michaelson

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  Publisher’s Note: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are a product of the author’s imagination. Locales and public names are sometimes used for atmospheric purposes. Any resemblance to actual people, living or dead, or to businesses, companies, events, institutions, or locales is completely coincidental.

  BIOTS/ Zane Michaelson -- 1st Ed.

  Cammie

  Prologue

  I scrawled my signature on the dotted line, butterflies fluttering in my stomach.

  Have I done the right thing?

  Rich Bitch has been such a huge part of my life for the past eight years and I’d just sold it to Shaw Enterprises for an exorbitant sum of money.

  Standing up, I tried and failed to brush the creases out of my suit trousers.

  I shook hands with the board members as they filed out of the room.

  “Congratulations, Miss Childs.” Zander Shaw approached me. “That was much harder than I thought it was going to be.”

  “I enjoyed it,” I lied. “But I’m happy my company is in capable hands.”

  “You know, you can always come back and oversee things for me.”

  “I’ve just sold it, so why would I…?”

  “Many reasons,” he said.

  “I can’t think of one that would entice me to work for somebody else, especially after what you’ve just paid out.”

  “Let me sweeten the deal for you,” Zander interrupted, then turned to pick up a piece of paper from the table. He wrote on the paper then handed it to me. “It’s a one-time offer.”

  Wow, is this guy for real? “That’s a lot of zero’s.”

  “I think you’re worth it – I’ve seen the accounts. Rich Bitch will make me and my shareholders a fortune.”

  “I don’t know what to say.”

  “Say yes, and I’ll throw in a yearly bonus and the company car of your choice, plus free use of the company jet.”

  “You certainly know how to make an offer, but I still need some time to think about it.”

  “Take as long as you need.”

  “Thank you.” What else was I supposed to say?

  “You played the game very well, Miss Childs.”

  “It wasn’t a game, Mr Shaw, merely a negotiation,” I reminded him. “That’s all. I wanted to sell my business. You wanted to buy it. Nothing more to it.”

  “And at quite a price I might add.”

  “If you want something enough, money doesn’t matter.”

  “Well, negotiation or game, I’m impressed, and in my world, that doesn’t happen very often.” He was trying to schmooze me, but I wasn’t as impressed with him as he appeared to be with me.

  “Then we both win,” I said, brazenly, itching to get out of there. “Mr Shaw, it’s been a pleasure meeting you, but I should get going as I have other business to take care of.”

  “Very well, but before you do.” He paused. “Think hard on my offer. Rich Bitch is a hugely successful company, but together we could turn it into the biggest fashion house ever.”

  “Your offer is very generous, but…”

  “There’s nothing generous about it – you’re a bitch in the boardroom, and I could always use somebody with your talents.”

  “I’ll have to think about it,” I lied. I’d made my mind up and had no intention of accepting any offer, work or otherwise, from him.

  He was arrogant and smug, two qualities I loathed in a man. In fact, he made my skin crawl.

  “Maybe you’d like to give me an answer over dinner – this evening.”

  Here we go, I thought. Time for his famous charm offensive.

  “I’m not very hungry,” I replied, curtly.

  “Are you playing hard to get?”

  “Mr Shaw.” I looked him in the eyes, wanting him to know I was serious. “If I was, you wouldn’t stand a chance.”

  Something told me he wasn’t going to give up so easily.

  “Tonight, eight pm at The Dorchester. We’ll close the deal then.”

  He leaned back on the boardroom table and I couldn’t help noticing the growing bulge in his trousers. Now, that was something I was interested in.

  “I assumed that was already signed and sealed?” I wasn’t amused, but if he wanted to play games, he’d more than met his match. “I suppose I could fit you in, so we can finalise matters?”

  “I look forward to it.”

  “I’m sure you will,” I said striding out of the boardroom.

  He called out after me. “Shall I send my car to collect you?”

  “No need,” I replied, not even turning around to politely acknowledge him. “I’m a big girl now.”

  Closing the door behind me, I swear I could feel his eyes focused on my arse.

  He would soon learn.

  I wasn’t the atypical woman he was probably used to.

  I valued my independence, more than ever and wouldn’t be coddled by him or any man.

  Zander Shaw had taken up residence in The Harlequin Penthouse, situated in one of London’s most popular hotels, The Dorchester.

  At nearly six thousand pounds per night, the luxury on offer was unparal
leled, but when in the capital city on business, nothing but the very best would do.

  He’d met Camilla Childs that morning and had been enchanted the moment she walked into his boardroom.

  Beautiful, classy, intelligent and sophisticated in equal measure, she battled her way through what would usually be a difficult negotiation.

  Something about her unsettled him. Business was usually just that, business, but she’d disarmed him entirely with her acumen.

  At the close of the meeting, he’d inexplicably given in to all her demands, and suddenly, she was richer than she ever dreamed possible.

  Chapter One

  Later that evening, I enjoyed the view of Hyde Park from the terrace of The Dorchester’s Penthouse Suite.

  I hadn’t intended to stay long, having regretted my decision to accept his offer. But, manners cost nothing, as I was often told by my mother, so I did what I had to do.

  His suite was impressive, and he looked quite delicious in casual wear. I was surprised. Zander Shaw didn’t strike me as the type of person who ever dropped the businessman front, so it was a welcome relief to see the man behind the suit.

  To say the man was gorgeous was an understatement and I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t thought about deepthroating his cock. The bulge in his trousers was inviting, but there was a time and place.

  Room service had prepared the most magnificent of tables for us to dine from. This man was used to the high life. I was impressed but eating fish and chips at the seaside would have been enough for me.

  Lobster Thermidor was the dish of the day. It didn’t look at all appetising, more akin to cat sick in a shell, but Zander caught the look of revulsion on my face and assured me it was tasty. It was, but I wouldn’t be rushing to have it again.

  I was more your down to Earth sort of girl, and despite the fact I had a proper upbringing I preferred plain and simple.

  Dessert more than made up for the lobster – cheesecake served with strawberries, blueberries and cream. This was my idea of heaven.

  “You have a sweet tooth?” Zander commented.

  “The worst, yes,” I said, in between mouthfuls.

  He laughed. “I order you Lobster and it’s cheesecake that gets you excited.”

  “I’m easily pleased,” I replied.

  “Then I will call the kitchen and have more sent up.”

  “No, you won’t,” I protested, putting the dessert fork down. “I’ll balloon – it’s not a good look.”

  “You look good from where I’m sitting.”

  I raised my eyebrows.

  “That’s because I’m restricting myself to two slices of cheesecake and no more.”

  He laughed again. “You’re quite unique.”

  I couldn’t answer because my mouth was full.

  I needed a drink.

  My mouth was sticky, so I reached for my glass of champagne. Admittedly, Dom Pérignon Rose Gold, at nearly forty grand a bottle, didn’t taste as it should, not when used as a palate cleanser anyway.

  “I’m done,” I said, dabbing at the corners of my mouth with the napkin.

  “Are you sure? I do like a woman with an appetite.”

  “Positive.”

  “Well, if you feel hungry afterwards, more cheesecake is just a phone call away.”

  “Are you this generous with all of your guests?”

  “What makes you think I have other guests?”

  This time, I cocked an eyebrow. “If rumours are to be believed, you are the master of entertaining.”

  “I have a high sex drive – what can I say?”

  “Honesty is good.”

  “I have no reason to deceive anybody. After all, I am a single man with many opportunities presented to me.”

  “Really?” Here comes the arrogant side I couldn’t stomach.

  “Are you telling me you don’t take advantage of opportunities if they’re presented to you?”

  “I don’t think we are in the same league when it comes to opportunities.”

  “Only because you’re a married woman.” His face flushed. He’d said too much, but I’d be a fool to believe he hasn’t checked both me and my company out.

  “Soon to be divorced,” I reminded him. “The sooner the better in fact.”

  “What fool let you walk out of his life?”

  “The kind that liked to shove his cock anywhere and everywhere.”

  “I’m sorry you had to go through that.”

  “Shit happens,” I replied. “But it’s his loss. We could have had the best life together, especially now, but he has a child on the way with another woman.”

  “The final nail in the coffin I assume.”

  “Oh, yes. I’m not playing stepmother to any man’s spawn.”

  I could feel the bitterness rising within me and swallowed it down. I turned away as I could feel my eyes begin to water.

  “I’m sorry if I’ve upset you.”

  “You haven’t,” I snapped, and I wasn’t trying to spare his feelings. He wouldn’t understand but today felt like the end of an era for me. Selling my company and my impending divorce meant the life I thought I knew was soon to be behind me.

  Zander rose from his seat and walked around the table.

  He smelled so good.

  Lifting my chin gently, he’d commanded my attention.

  His eyes were irresistible.

  “You know, you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid eyes upon.”

  “Oh, pull the other one,” I said, mocking his sincerity.

  “I mean it.”

  “And how many pretty girls have you said that to before?”

  “Only you,” he replied.

  Tears formed in my eyes. I tried to blink them away, but they escaped, running down my cheeks.

  “I did upset you.” He looked concerned.

  “No, you didn’t.” I felt such a fool. “I’m a little tipsy is all.”

  “From two glasses of champagne – I doubt that.”

  “I am.”

  “The cheesecake would have soaked up the alcohol.”

  I burst out laughing. “You cheeky…”

  He pulled me out of my chair and into his arms. Kissing me with burning intensity, I pressed myself against him, feeling his rock-hard body.

  “Your lips.” He licked his own. “They taste of strawberries.”

  “I’m sorry,” I said. trying to move away.

  He wasn’t going to let me go and pulled me into another kiss.

  “Don’t be,” he said, catching his breath. “I like it.”

  Zander Shaw had a sensitive side I guessed many people didn’t get to see.

  Either that, or it was part of his seduction techniques.

  Whatever it was, I didn’t care.

  “Take me to bed,” I said.

  “No,” he replied. “I have so many other ideas.”

  Chapter Two

  As it turned out, Zander had plenty of ideas, and I loved every one of them.

  He’d cleared the dining table with one sweep of his hand, sending dishes and leftover food crashing to the floor.

  I didn’t know whether to be impressed or appalled, but I suppose a man with his money didn’t care what the help thought.

  The cost of a new carpet or a team of cleaners would mean nothing to him.

  We’d fucked all over the Penthouse.

  It was a hot summer’s night, stifling hot indoors.

  “I’m going outside for some air,” I announced, stepping onto the balcony.

  “Let me order some chilled champagne then I’ll join you.”

  Five minutes later, he appeared with the champagne, ice bucket and two glasses. He poured our drinks and handed me the flute.

  “Just what I needed.”

  “You look simply sensational, Cammie.” He was extremely complimentary. I bet he had a script for seducing women.

  We sat in silence and sipped our champagne.

  I finished the last of my drink and stood up
, taking in the view of Hyde Park.

  The late summer breeze felt good against my naked body.

  Zander stood behind me, one arm around my waist, the other holding onto the railing. I could feel how hard he was.

  He growled into my ear.

  “When I said you were a bitch in the boardroom, I had no idea you were such a slut in the bedroom too.”

  I groaned as he pushed his thick, meaty, eight and a half-inch cock deeper inside me. “You’ve seen nothing yet, Zander.”

  “I have a few tricks up my sleeve too,” he said, thrusting harder.

  I let out a moan that echoed into the night, not caring if anybody saw or heard us fucking. “Harder.”

  He did as I asked, gripping hold of my shoulders and slamming my pert arse from behind. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

  “Don’t fucking speak, just do it.” My hand travelled down to my private parts. I found the spot I was searching for, and waves of ecstasy flowed through me.

  “I love fucking your arse,” he grunted.

  “Told you once, don’t speak,” I ordered. “You invited me here for one thing, so save the pleasantries and do what you so obviously excel at.” I backed up against his cock, taking his full-length balls deep. “I’m only here for your cock.”

  “Then I’ll give you what you want.” Zander pulled out and dragged me back into his suite. “Lie on the table, now,” he ordered.