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eBook Category: Romance
eBook Description: When You Play With The Best? For years, Anne James has played a dangerous game, secretly manipulating venture capitalist Philippe Lamont into financing her clients. She knew there would be a price to pay for her arrogance. That price, she thought, was three months of negotiated torture as his sexy Girl Friday. "The Stakes Are High Anne was wrong. In Philippe's fast paced world of start up investing, the lines between business and personal blur. One misstep, one misplaced confidence, and Anne could lose her heart, her business, and her life.

eBook Publisher: Champagne Books, Published: 2008
Fictionwise Release Date: June 2008

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Available eBook Formats [MultiFormat - What's this?]: Adobe Acrobat (PDF) [861 KB], eReader (PDB) [292 KB], Palm Doc (PDB) [281 KB], Rocket/REB1100 (RB) [255 KB], Microsoft Reader (LIT) [251 KB] - PocketPC 1.0+ Compatible, Franklin eBookMan (FUB) [289 KB], hiebook (KML) [667 KB], Sony Reader (LRF) [356 KB], iSilo (PDB) [241 KB], Mobipocket (PRC) [316 KB], Kindle Compatible (MOBI) [353 KB], OEBFF Format (IMP) [388 KB]
Words: 82340
Reading time: 235-329 min.
Microsoft Reader (LIT) Format: Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud ENABLED
Adobe Acrobat (PDF) Format:  Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud ENABLED
All Other formats: Printing DISABLED, Read-aloud DISABLED
ISBN: 9781897445099

"Sit." He gestured to the chair in front of him, frowning at a paper in his hand.

Sit. One word. Sit. Like I'm a dog, a stray dog, full of fleas, about to be put out of my misery.

"I'd rather stand. I doubt that this will take long."

"It will." He flicked cold brown eyes over her serviceable navy blue suit. It fit her like a glove, the pencil line skirt ending just below the knee. "Sit."

She didn't. Even if she had to stand for hours, she wouldn't sit.

Philippe took out an eight by ten white square, holding it up as if to compare against her face. "I prefer you with your hair down." His lips twisted disapprovingly at the tight chignon she was sporting. He tossed the glossy piece of paper, print side up, across the desk.

Before her brain told her hands to resist, Anne clasped the photo. Mistake. That was exactly what he wanted. Why would he want that? To shock me. It was a shot of her face, her hair tumbling down all around, the fitted tee shirt, she recognized as the one she wore on Saturday, grocery shopping. Shock me? Consider it mission accomplished. Anne sat down with a thump.

"Why do you have a photo of me?" she asked, her voice not betraying any of her wonderment. Later, she would be proud of how calm she sounded.