Pleasing More Than One Billionaire

  When planning the wedding for a very wealthy family, Samantha soon realizes she’s at the mercy of the bride’s three handsome brothers who desire her complete submission. She wants to prove to her Aunt who owns the venue that she is more than capable of managing an event of this magnitude. Feeling confident that she can handle the three men without compromising her integrity, she fails to anticipate the heat of attraction until she’s lost in what these three men demand from her mind and body. Enflamed by her own desires, she pushes her limits beyond anything she could have anticipated.

  When she’s forced to make a choice between the life they want her to embrace, her job, and her own family, can she confront not only what she’s become, but family secrets that could destroy her future happiness?

  Genre: Contemporary, Ménage a Trois/Quatre

  Length: 30,304 words

  PLEASING MORE

  THAN ONE BILLIONAIRE

  Kalissa Alexander

  MENAGE EVERLASTING

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  PLEASING MORE THAN ONE BILLIONAIRE

  Copyright © 2016 by Kalissa Alexander

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  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  Copyright Page

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  About the Author

  PLEASING MORE

  THAN ONE BILLIONAIRE

  KALISSA ALEXANDER

  Copyright © 2016

  Chapter One

  Samantha swept her long dark hair upward and clipped it high on her head before she slipped into the scented bathwater. With a sigh, she closed her eyes and reviewed her last meeting, hoping that she had done enough to convince Mrs. Westcott to book The Highlander Resort for her daughter’s wedding. The family was filthy rich and could well afford an even more expensive venue. If not for the quick timing of the wedding, she was sure they would have booked elsewhere already and she would have never had a chance to even discuss The Highlander as an option.

  Mrs. Westcott had let it be known that she wasn’t all that impressed with anything Samantha had offered in the presentation, but luckily her daughter, Alexis, had been quite taken with the sophisticated and elegant grand ballroom that could hold upward of five hundred people.

  Samantha had immediately liked Alexis, the bride-to-be, a beautiful young girl, not much younger than herself, with short dark hair and large brown eyes. For the most part, she had sat quietly beside her mother, although Samantha could sense she was holding her tongue with a great deal of willpower. She hadn’t looked down her nose at Samantha the way her mother had, and Samantha appreciated that as well as the way she rolled her eyes whenever her mother said something unusually insulting. Mrs. Westcott left no doubt she was a woman who was used to getting her own way.

  The groom, Shawn, and the best man had joined them for the tour. The two men looked like brothers with the same light blond hair, brown eyes and boy-next-door appeal. Although Shawn was the groom, both men looked adoringly at Alexis. She could understand why. However, Shawn had to know this meeting was a prelude to his life with a domineering mother-in-law and a wife who could end up being just like her mother.

  More than once during the mother’s interrogation, Samantha had wished her aunt was there with her unflappable sales ability and not away on some island paradise with her fourth husband.

  Samantha knew trying to talk her out of the marriage would have been fruitless. So, instead, she had supported her like she always did. Her aunt might not have a lot of sense when it came to affairs of the heart, but she at least had the men she married sign a prenup.

  Carolyn was a shrewd businesswoman who had sold her first husband’s trucking business when he died and put all that money into the other side of his business, an old hotel that she had turned into a very successful event destination. Possibly out of respect, or maybe because she truly loved him, she had also kept her first husband’s name regardless of whom she married. That had made Samantha think that the latter was true. But her aunt, like her sister, Samantha’s mother, Evelyn, never spoke of their first husbands. Or, as in her mother’s case, not a husband but the man who had made her pregnant.

  Samantha and her mother had been the recipients of her aunt’s generosity over the years. They had lived in a lovely home in Bel Air purchased by her aunt, which she had put in Samantha’s mother’s name. Very expensive, private schools had been paid for while Samantha’s mother had stayed at home taking care of her daughter. She never made any attempt to look for a job. She seemed very content to let her sister pay the bills. Not that her aunt had ever given any indication that she had resented her sister being so needy. If anything, she was overly kind and understanding, always making sure they both had everything they could ever need or want.

  When it came to college, her aunt had paid for Samantha to attend NYU. This was the first time there had been a stipulation attached to her aunt’s generosity. She would pay for Samantha’s college as long as her niece majored in business. She had been shocked, and her first reaction was to tell her aunt where to stick the tuition money. However, her aunt had given her so much without ever asking for anything in return.

  Samantha was planning to pursue her degree in history and had thought she would like to be a teacher or possibly even a professor if she went on to get her Ph.D. That dream was short-lived when her mother reminded her that she needed to be able to support herself on more than a teacher’s salary and that her aunt needed her to help her run her business. Samantha knew it was time to pay her aunt back in some small part for her generosity. So she had put her own dreams aside and focused on doing what was expected of her.

  Drying herself off, and lost in thoughts of how she had ended up in a job where she had to deal with a woman like Mrs. Westcott, her cell phone rang. It was Mrs. Westcott. Samantha answered it on the second ring.

  “Mrs. Westcott, hello. How can I help you?” she asked pleasantly.

  “When does your aunt return?”

  “Not for a few weeks. But I assure you, I have the authority to work out any of your concerns and approve the final contract.”

  “My sons are coming to dinner tomorrow night, and I want you to be there s ince your aunt won’t be available. They need a rundown on The Highlander. My daughter seems to think that she wants the wedding at your venue. However, I’m not entirely convinced. My sons will have the final say since they will be funding this union. As you know, my husband passed away a few years ago.”

  “Yes. I’m very sorry for your loss, Mrs. Westcott.

  “Thank you. It’s been difficult,” she said, her voice cracking slightly. “Especially now when Alexis will be walking down the aisle without him. But that can’t be helped. Now about dinner…you are available?”

  “I would be happy to come to dinner, but are you sure they wouldn’t want to come here for dinner where I can show them The Highlander firsthand?”

  “They don’t have time for that. Can’t you bring your slide show?”

  “I’ll bring my computer.”

  “Bring a complete workup of the figures with you, too. Be here at seven o’clock for pre-dinner drinks. You have the address.”

  “Thank you for this opportunity.”

  “Nothing’s settled yet. Just because you’re my daughter’s first choice means nothing if my sons aren’t happy with the location and your ability to meet our needs.”

  “I understand. I’ll see you at dinner.”

  The phone went silent. She had been summoned.

  The next day was a busy one, but she made every effort to leave the office with enough time to get ready for dinner. She loaded the newest video that had been updated recently on her computer and reviewed the talking points. She was very close to making the sale. Regardless of what Mrs. Westcott said, it had been Samantha’s experience in the last couple of years that what the bride wanted, the bride got, especially when money wasn’t an issue.

  Making this sale would make her aunt see that she was ready to take on larger and more complex events. Samantha also had some ideas that she was sure would increase their sales even more, but her aunt was tough, and she still saw Samantha as an intern in training and had left her in charge only because Samantha had practically begged her. It helped that The Highlander’s longtime sales manager had recently retired, and although they were a number of employees who had years of experience, none of them had stepped up. If anything, they seemed quite content not to be in charge. This was her chance to impress her aunt, and she wanted to make the most of it.

  She needed to dress with care and sophistication if she were to present the picture of a confident woman who had the ability to handle this large a wedding on such short notice. Browsing through her closet, she tried to find something elegant without appearing too staid.

  She had a tendency to dress less than stylishly according to aunt, something she had told her was unacceptable in their business. In fact, her aunt had been so adamant that Samantha dress the way she wanted she had a buyer from her favorite store pick out a number of dresses, pants, blouses, and gowns that were delivered to Samantha’s apartment, all on her aunt’s credit card. Samantha had been mortified and begged her aunt to tell her how much they cost so she could pay her back, but as usual, her aunt had given the look that meant to mention it again would not be in Samantha’s best interest. She wondered if her aunt had ever given in to anyone about anything.

  She finally chose a medium-length midnight blue sheath dress with an embroidered lace bosom. The lace bands crisscrossing the waist accentuated her own small waist. She turned to look in the mirror and was happy with her choice. It was sophisticated but not over-the-top dressy. If her aunt were here, Samantha was sure she would be pleased with her niece’s choice, especially since it was one of the dresses she had purchased for her.

  Lengthening her already long lashes and then applying some sooty eye makeup to enlarge her almond-shaped blue eyes helped to give her an even more high-class look. She pulled her long dark brown hair away from her face with combs so it hung down her back, enhancing her long neck and creamy complexion. All and all she felt she looked like the type of woman who could keep company with the Westcotts…well, at least for tonight.

  Their home, which was set well back from the road and through a gated driveway, was no disappointment. It was grand for lack of a better word. It could easily have been a southern plantation in Savanah and not in the hills of LA. She couldn’t help but take a moment to absorb the utter beauty of the pillared entrance, along with the grounds that had several fountains and sculptures that were probably imported from Italy. This place could give The Highlander a run for its money, except the The Highlander boasted over three hundred sleeping rooms.

  When she knocked on the door, it was opened immediately by a man in full butler’s dress who escorted her into a sitting room where she was instructed to wait for Mrs. Westcott. The room was decorated in greens and blues. It was formal and cold. Samantha felt a slight chill run up her spine. She checked her bag for her computer and went over the talking points of the presentation again in her head.

  “Good. You’re on time,” Mrs. Westcott said, entering the room. “Come with me and I’ll introduce you to the family.”

  Samantha followed behind her hostess as directed through a long hallway that ended in a large room with a fireplace that was formal but slightly less intimidating. Mrs. Westcott, wearing a long black designer dress with a pearl necklace and dangling earrings to match, turned to her with a tight smile. Even though she had a few excess pounds, she was still stunning with a heart-shaped face and large dark eyes that noticeably softened when she looked at the three men who were deep in conversion, not seeming to notice that Samantha and their mother had entered the room until Mrs. Westcott spoke.

  “Miss Windham, my sons, Mason, Sanford, and Harrison Westcott.”

  They turned in unison to stare at her. They were dark like their mother, but their eyes were a startling blue, a trait they must have received from their father. They watched her with what appeared to be detached interest, possibly wondering how someone like her had been invited to dine with them. She was, after all, the hired help. Stop it, she chided herself. Her aunt’s first rule had been to never let the clients think they outclassed you, it would only to intimidation.

  She felt a little shiver run up her spine, only this time it wasn’t because of the coldness of the room but from the heat that she felt consume her body. Mrs. Westcott gave her a nudge, prompting her to walk over them. Obviously they weren’t going to come to her.

  “Gentlemen,” she said, extending her hand, hoping they hadn’t picked up on the tremor in her voice.

  “Miss Windham, or I believe my sister said your name was Samantha, it’s a pleasure to meet you,” the tallest of the three said, taking her hand in his. “I’m Mason Westcott.”

  The other two brothers followed, each taking her hand. They requested she call them Sandy and Harry respectively. They seemed a little less intense. She stood staring at them like some novice who had never been to a social gathering and not the competent, professional woman she wanted them to see before them. Okay, they were good looking…well more than just good-looking. Hot might be a better word to describe them, but it wasn’t as if she hadn’t seen handsome men before. She had dated a few. Too late she realized that while she had been ogling them the one called Sandy had been speaking to her.

  “Excuse me?”

  “I said, what would you like to drink? We have a fairly well-stocked bar.” His blue eyes were sparkling with humor. He was laughing at her. She was mortified having been caught staring. This was not how she had pictured their introduction.

  Trying to act nonchalant, she said, “A white wine, thank you.”

  “Come. Sit with us. We have much to discuss,” Mason said, taking her elbow and showing her to one of the many sofas that were scattered about the large room.

  She sat down, glad to be off her feet. Her legs felt as though they could barely hold her up. These men were intimidating, and they knew it. In fact, she was quite sure they were enjoying her discomfort. It was their eyes more than anything that she found unnerving. They were dark and heavily lashed, and it felt as if they were having no problem uncovering her inadequacies. She knew tonight would not be an easy sell, but at this point, she wondered if she had any chance at all of convincing them The Highlander was the place to hold their sister’s wedding and she was the person to make it a celebration that would exceed their expectations.

 

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