Butt-dialing the Billionaire (Billionaires of Manhattan #7)

My imitation of our billionaire boss had everyone laughing. Well...almost everyone. Worst. Butt-dial. Ever! Some faceless international billionaire owns the company where I work. They say he's a notorious rake. A jet-set bad boy. And...oops! I may have imitated him after a company wide conference call...which he heard, thanks to an unfortunate butt-dial. Eep! Apparently he's been asking about the identity of the jokester, but I'm not worried; my co-workers will never tell—we're a loyal family. The furor dies down after a few weeks. Thank goodness, because I have my hands full with this lazy, arrogant new office gopher. He has the worst work ethic I've ever seen—how did he even get hired? He's nosy about the butt-dial, and he has the office skills of a rabbit. It's as if he's never held a job in his life. He's also wickedly sexy, but there's no way I'm ever kissing him again. I like respectable men with a work ethic, thank you very much. Also, I can't shake the feeling that he's hiding something. **** Standalone read: Although the romcom books in this series are set in the same world, each can be read as a pure standalone with a guaranteed happily ever after. This is the 7th novel in the Billionaires of Manhattan laugh-out-loud romantic comedy series. The other standalone romcom novels are: Most Eligible Billionaire (Henry & Vicky) The Billionaire's Wake-up Call Girl (Lizzie & Theo) Breaking the Billionaire's Rules (Max & Mia) The Billionaire's Fake Fiancée (Rex and Tabitha) Return Billionaire to Sender (Noelle & Malcolm) Just Not That Into Billionaires (Francine & Benny) Butt-dialing the Billionaire (Jaxon and Jada) My imitation of our billionaire boss had everyone ROFL. Well...almost everyone. Worst. Butt-dial. Ever! It was just some silly fun. A goofy imitation of the faceless mega-billionaire who owns our faceless international mega-corporation. And yes, there was laughter. Possibly a few hoots and screams. How was I to know that Dave from accounting had sat on the speakerphone, butt-dialing said mega-billionaire? Or that he’d listen to me make fun of him for ten straight minutes. Ummm...he could’ve announced himself! They say he’s a notorious rake. A paparazzi-punching scoundrel. An international jet-set bad boy. And now I hear he’s determined to track down the jokester. Me. Eep! But we’re tight like family in this office—no way will my co-workers rat me out, in spite of the pressure from the top. Plus, who brings the cookies? Moi! Things die down after a few months, and I’m pretty sure I’m safe. Thank goodness, because I have my hands full with our lazy, arrogant new office gopher. He has the worst work ethic I’ve ever seen—how did he even get hired? He doesn’t know how to work a vending machine, and he’s baffled when we send around a card to be signed for somebody’s birthday. It’s as if he’s never set foot in a place of business in his life. But little by little, we're drawing closer. He's funny. Sexy. Wicked. Still, he’s all wrong for me. I like respectable men with a work ethic. Also, I can’t shake the feeling that he’s hiding something... It was just some silly fun. A goofy imitation of the faceless mega-billionaire who owns our faceless international mega-corporation. Yes there was laughter-screams of it. How was I to know that Dave from accounting had sat on the speakerphone, butt-dialing said mega-billionaire? Or that he'd listen to me make fun of him for ten straight minutes. Ummm...he could've announced himself! They say he's a notorious rake. A paparazzi-punching scoundrel. An international jet-set bad boy. And now I hear he's determined to track down the jokester. Me. Eep! But we're tight like family in this office--no way will my co-workers rat me out, in spite of the pressure from the top. Plus, who brings the cookies? Moi! Things die down after a few months, and I'm pretty sure I'm safe. Thank goodness, because I have my hands full with our lazy, arrogant new office gopher. He has the worst work ethic I've ever seen--how did he even get hired? He doesn't know how to work a vending machine, and he's baffled when we send around a card to be signed for somebody's birthday. It's as if he's never set foot in a place of business in his life. But little by little, we're drawing closer. He's funny. Sexy. Wicked. Still, he's all wrong for me. I like respectable men with a work ethic. Also, I can't shake the feeling that he's hiding something..