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  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  ©2016 Amanda Richensexi

  About This Book

  Charli's Utterly Humiliating Presentation

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Charli's Majorly Mortifying Meeting

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Charli's Radically Robotic Audition

  Prologue

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Her Alpha Lover

  A Draken and Charli Boxed Set

  by

  Amanda Richensexi

  Mature Content

  18+

  This e-book is romantic erotica containing adult language and situations.

  ©2016 Amanda Richensexi

  All rights reserved.

  This is a work of fiction. Any character's resemblance to any person living or dead is coincidental. Any references to familiar people, locations, events, or products are used exclusively to make the fictional world look authentic, and not to claim any association with, permission by, or endorsement of those people, locations, events or products. No part of this publication may be copied or distributed in any form or in any way without the author's prior written permission.

  About This Book

  This boxed set, Her Alpha Lover, contains three erotic novellas, all bundled up in one convenient volume.

  Charli's Utterly Humiliating Presentation

  Charli's Majorly Mortifying Meeting

  Charli's Radically Robotic Audition

  Each novella features eccentric billionaire Draken Almatto and far-too-easily-embarrassed PR professional Charli Fontina. Each one is a complete, yummy, and extremely naughty encounter between Draken and Charli.

  Erotica warning:This is all about the delicious sex, so if you're hoping for a plot, I suggest you turn right around, as you'll be shocked and appalled to find no plot enclosed.

  Romance warning: This book contains a wee bit of romance, so for those readers who can't stomach the lovey-dovey stuff...indigestion ahead!

  HEA warning: A happily-ever-after looms somewhere in the future - but we're not there yet. Draken and Charli's story is continuing. I write to please readers, so reader interest will determine the future of this series.

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  Charli's Utterly Humiliating Presentation

  by

  Amanda Richensexi

  Chapter 1

  "Let's begin, shall we?" a deep voice said. "Ms. Fontina, you're on."

  You can do this, Charli told herself as she rose from her chair, nervously pushing up her thick-framed glasses and tugging at her clingy skirt, which had ridden up above her knees. Remember the Brady Bunch episode where Marcia imagined the driving test instructor wearing underwear in order to calm her nerves? Just do the same thing with these businessmen. Think of them in their briefs and boxers and laugh in their faces. Courage, Charli! Courage!

  Adjusting her jacket, she turned to face her audience—and gulped, confronted by a sea of masculine faces across the polished oval conference table.

  They were crazy good looking.

  Okay, new plan. Envisioning these guys in their underwear would not soothe her nerves—more like give her an orgasmic aneurysm where she stood. They were far too intimidating.

  Particularly the tall man who'd called the meeting to order. It wasn't his height or his being seated in the middle of the row that drew her eyes. It was his face, falling somewhere between beautiful geek and classic movie star. And. That. Body. Just trying to picture him minus his tailored navy jacket and shirt made her mouth water. She licked her lips, even as deep between her legs everything went liquid. Oh, yes, his chest would be broad and rippling with muscle under her fingertips, his wavy auburn hair begging to be tousled by her gripping hands, while that stubbled jaw would be rough rubbing against her thigh while he...Stop! Stop now! What are you doing?

  Charli rolled her eyes. Talk about inappropriate thoughts. Get a grip. This is a professional environment, not a singles club.

  "All set, Ms. Fontina?"

  "Yes. Oh, yes." She met the auburn-haired man's laughing eyes and bit her lip. Oh, no. Was he reading her thoughts somehow?

  Don't be paranoid, Charli. None of these guys can read your mind, not even Mr. Hotitude there, relaxing back in his chair with his hands clasped behind his neck as if waiting for you to screw up.

  Of course her nipples would decide to tingle just now, puckering smartly in salute to her audience. Her nipples sometimes stiffened when she got the jitters performing to a crowd. Shit, this time her flimsy suit jacket had no lining. She was sure everyone could see the long bumps pushing against the fabric.

  He noticed! She saw him notice, and then a dimple appeared. This was awful. Worse than awful.

  For now she was blushing red in her cheeks. As if to underline that she was in over her head. Absolutely not cool. Not adult. Not impressive.

  Forget your nipples. Begin. They want you to begin.

  If only every single guy wasn't so good-looking and buff. Freaking every last one of them. And there were eleven of these creatures, all male, all young.

  Well, what do you expect? It is a sporting goods company, after all. They have to be fantastic-looking to sell their product.

  While Charli...didn't. Charli was a junior assistant. She wasn't fantastic-looking. At least, not in the elegant, model-like, puffy-lips kind of way she longed to be.

  With her short, dark curls, freckles and wide, friendly smile, Charli was...cute. She was the girl next door who shares banana muffin recipes with old ladies at bake sales, not the hang-off-a-hot-guy's-arm-and-hijack-all-the-attention kind of woman that was her wannabe.

  Body-wise, Charli had something else going on. Yet curvy hips and breasts that needed industrial-strength support did not necessarily a sexpot make. Not when they dressed like her.

  "Ms. Fontina? If you're ready..."

  "Yes, yes, I am." She took a discreet breath and shifted her weight to the other hip. If only she didn't look so...so rumpled. This dark business suit—she hated it. It was totally unflattering. A boyfriend had once told her she looked better out of her clothes than in them. It made her wish she could walk around naked all the time.

  For about three seconds. Before she remembered she was morbidly shy.

  Anyway, she wasn't exactly a bad shopper. Exactly. She was just busy. Plus off-the-rack business suits weren't designed for her petite, hourglass shape. She'd done the best she could on her budget. Still. Visually, she wasn't presenting an impressive package here.

  No matter. Her words would impress, she thought positively.

  She stood tall—well, as tall as five foot zero could stand—and cleared her throat. Gradually the murmur of masculine voices quieted and all eyes rested on her. Immediately she felt her nipples stab against the jacket. Oh no, were they all looking there now? Yeah, pretty much.

  Her heart pounded. Speech—hell, breath—was beyond her.

  Nipples, calm down! Go hide! "Ah. Hello. So, ah, thank you all for meeting with me today."

  And she stopped.

  Cleared h
er throat. Again.

  Several men shifted in their seats.

  This is getting painful. For everyone. She glanced away miserably.

  "That's fine. We're on a time crunch, Ms. Fontina," the man in the middle drawled. Suddenly Charli put a name to him. Draken Almatto, the CEO of Almatto Tech Sport, the internationally known brand whose custom her boss had such a hard-on for. Yikes and fuckery! That just put the icing on the cake. This guy wasn't in the big leagues, he was the big leagues.

  The laughter was gone from his eyes; he looked bored, his eyes assessing her coolly, up and down.

  "Right. Yes. Sorry. This isn't exactly my best—uh. Never mind. Okay." She drew a deep breath. Through the lenses of her large-framed glasses, she fixed her gaze on an invisible point at the back of the room.

  Then finally, finally launched into her spiel.

  While she babbled, her gut was cringing. Why was she so nervous today, anyway? It's not like she was here to argue for world peace. She simply wanted to pitch a new publicity campaign on behalf of her employer, GudRelashuns.com. Yes, her long-awaited promotion was at stake. After almost three years, she could hardly shrug off the opportunity to substitute for her boss while he was in bed, sick with the flu. So yes, her career was on the line. At 24, chances like this didn't come along every day.

  And yes, standing up in front of a herd of hot studs was flustering.

  But she'd done stuff like this before. She didn't have a terror of public speaking or anything. It wasn't like she was new at pitching an idea.

  But she knew the real cause. It was Draken Almatto himself. He was too sensationally...everything. He made her nipples hard. And he kept looking at her.

  Of course he's looking at you. You're the one giving the presentation.

  "I've heard enough." The three clipped words cut her short. She stopped in the middle of her sentence, her mouth hanging open. Draken Almatto smiled at her. "Let's take fifteen and then reassemble. Ms. Fontina, if you don't mind, I'd like a word with you privately."

  She watched in a daze as the men began filing out of the room, joking with each other. When she and Draken were alone, she stilled, aware of his gaze scanning her again.

  "What's the problem, Mr. Almatto?" she blurted.

  "Problem?" His eyebrows rose, thick, reddish brown slashes over gleaming blue eyes. She avoided meeting that penetrating gaze. "There's no problem, Ms. Fontina. None at all. I simply have a proposal for you."

  "A proposal? For me?" She was startled. There were rumors Almatto Tech Sport was run a bit unconventionally, its CEO reputed to be somewhat eccentric. It appeared she was about to find out if they were true.

  "Mm-hm. You see, we're about three hours away from the holiday weekend." He stood up and came around to her side of the table, perching on it casually and letting one leg swing.

  Charli winced. Yes, it hadn't been ideal, the scheduled presentation time falling right on the cusp of Labor Day weekend.

  "My staff are restless, Ms. Fontina. They're eager to get out of here, go home and start their holiday. And fascinating as your pitch is, it's putting them to sleep. Frankly, it's putting me to sleep. How would you like to help me out, help yourself out, and wake us all up?"

  "Wh-what? Um. I guess. Sure." This was weird. With him so close, she felt the warmth of his body and noticed his slim hips, his legs as sleekly muscled as his torso. His polished leather shoes were quite sizable. The guy was more lean than wide, but he had big feet.

  Yummy.

  She'd thought Draken Almatto was sexy in his social media photos, but she'd had no idea how sexy until now, seeing him in person, up close. She didn't just see his sexiness; she felt it. Secretly, in her core, in the kind of clenching she hadn't felt since...damn, had she ever? This ached.

  Dismayed, she stepped back a little to put distance between them. Oh, bad, bad Charli. Now is not the time to be distracted by the fact that your love life has been deader than a doornail since you and Loser Boy went your separate ways after college. Certainly not with this guy. He might be the right age, but he's in another league altogether. Draken Almatto was not bake sales to rescue mistreated animals. No, he was A-list auctions to fund lunar rockets. Diamonds. Tuxedos. Clubs.

  He didn't have to care what his boss thought of him, because he didn't have a boss.

  "Here's the deal, Ms. Fontina," Draken Almatto said and reached out to adjust her glasses on her nose. "Did that hurt?" he said, sounding surprised when Charli flinched.

  "N-no. I—uh—just—" What was wrong with her tongue? Go on, tell him that touch was inappropriate. And no need to mention how it sizzled a burn straight to a certain throbbing spot between your legs.

  He let his hand drop. "What I'm about to suggest is highly inappropriate," he said wryly, just as if he'd read her thoughts. "I'm prepared to pay you well for it, if that means anything. Let's say...twenty thousand dollars?"

  Charli gasped.

  "Which I happen to know you could use," he continued smoothly. "I follow your profile updates, you know. I know your rent has increased and your business expenses have risen this year since your boss has demanded you acquire a new wardrobe."

  Charli gasped again.

  "Yes," he continued, smiling, "I've been intrigued by your public profile for quite some time. Are you aware, Ms. Fontina, that one key factor in hiring your company last year was my fascination for one of its employees?"

  She shook her head, blinking rapidly. Note to self. Check privacy settings on personal Facebook page to deter rich, crazy stalkers.

  "No, of course not, how could you be? It's true, though. You hail from Grand Rapids, Michigan. You have no siblings. Your mom was a single parent before she died. I'm sorry about that, by the way."

  "Thanks, it was four years ago," Charli said, bewildered. "How—why do you know so much about me?"

  "As I said, I read your profile." His hand was skimming down her throat, his fingers playing at her collar bone above the first blouse button.

  "But why?" Paralyzed by his words, she somehow forgot to object to his touch.

  He shrugged. "I happened across your picture one day, then began reading your updates. You're funny, you know that? Very witty, your little stick figure comics. I wasted an entire day reading them. You should consider publishing them. Like you, they're damn cute."

  She shook her head. "I—uh—I—thanks, but—you do realize how strange that is?"

  And again he shrugged. He clearly didn't care what she thought of him. "And your pics...I have to admit, I've thought more than once that I could fuck you. Unfortunately, I'm not looking for a relationship. I like my life without strings and my freedom is important to me. I get the sense you're not into casual sex, though. Would you agree?"

  She nodded dumbly.

  "Yeah, you're a relationship kind of girl, aren't you?" His finger slid into her cleavage.

  She glanced down, stunned to find that he'd unbuttoned the first two buttons of the blouse and his finger was paused between her plumped up-breasts, amidst a smattering of freckles. Her hand twitched,but otherwise she did nothing to stop him. She was blushing. Again. Paralyzed again. "R-right. Definitely."

  "No matter what your pussy tells you, you'll always want the romance. The angsty life stories. The ridiculous sentimental stuff. The family picnics. You'd rather take your own middle finger with a dreamy fantasy than a real guy's cock. I'm right, aren't I?"

  He did not just say that. How do I respond? That's it, Mr. Almatto, I'm calling the lewdness police? "M-Mr. Almatto, this isn't—I can't—"

  "Right, that's what I thought." He sighed. "So I decided as fresh as you are, Ms. Fontina, you're not for me. I'm as jaded as you are naive, but even I can't quite bring myself to pluck your bud, so to speak. However, you are a luscious little package and since you turned up unexpectedly today in your boss's stead, I find myself reluctant to let you go unopened. And as I said, I think my staff deserve a bonus for working their asses off this summer."

  She was shaking her head
almost continually now. This was surreal. Unbelievable.

  "For twenty thousand dollars, Ms. Fontina, I'd like you to remove your blouse and bra and continue with your pitch to us." His voice was low and caressing. "I'd like you to draw it out for, oh, about an hour. You don't have to do anything else. Just go on with your presentation as usual. Then when you're done, put your bra and top back on, shake everyone's hand, and go on your merry way."

  Chapter 2

  And Charli thought she'd been flabbergasted before!

  "P-pardon? I—what? No." She could not stop staring at him. "What? Do you think I'm a stripper?"

  He smiled gently. "Anyone can be a stripper. What would it hurt? All I'm asking is for you to spice up this incredibly boring meeting and give my guys a little stimulating entertainment while we get through this necessary business." He stroked the upper curve of her breast. "My staff's satisfaction means a lot to me. They've earned a surprise like this."

  "You're crazy," she breathed.

  He chuckled. "Only sometimes."

  "But why would you want—I mean, me? Seriously?" She made a gesture toward herself. "I'm not seductive in the least. Unless you want me to take off my glasses and act...uh..."

  His head tilted. "The glasses definitely stay on. Let's just say you have...evident enthusiasm." His eyes were on her chest. "You'll do fine."

  Damn nipples.

  "I'd be so nervous," she confessed, twisting her hands together. "I know this suit is terrible. I'm not exactly an exhibitionist."

  She didn't add: To be honest, Mr. Almatto, I feel self-conscious when my knees are showing!

  "That's part of your charm, Ms. Fontina," he assured her. "The more gauche you are, the better. The usual seductive show is boring. You, though...you'll be lively entertainment. Trust me."

  Truly, the man was beyond eccentric.

  She shook her head. "It's a ridiculous amount of money, but I can't do it. Naturally. You can't have thought I'd agree."