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  The Billionaire Lesbian:

  A Romance Novel

  Synopsis: As the billionaire owner of Roven Enterprise, Jessica is use to getting what she wants, and Haley is no exception. What follows is a billionaire lesbian romance with an HEA that you won’t soon forget.

  Chapter 1

  As the minutes pass by the more nervous I get, I have my first job interview and frankly its about time. I finished college eight months ago ready to concur the world, and hadn't heard a word back from any place I had applied, until two days ago, when I received an email from Roven enterprise. I was to meet with J. Roven at nine, it was precisely 8:56, and my nerves were showing. I had to get this job, I moved to Boston nearly five months ago hoping to have better job opportunities, since nothing had fallen in place yet I had used up most of the inheritance my parents had left me, this was my chance.

  "You can go in now Ms. Isles." The lady at the front desk says.

  I stand on shaky legs, silently praying that this guy hires me.

  I push the door open expecting to see an older man, but stopped in my tracks when I see a younger, tall dark haired woman, dressed in black slacks, black jacket, and red button down shirt. I'm almost positive I stood there like a fool with my mouth agape until the door closing caught my attention, and I jumped.

  "Ms. Isles I presume?" The lady asked with a slight smirk.

  "Um...yes." I replied, knowing I had already screwed this interview up.

  "Jessica Roven."

  I place my hand in hers, and an odd feeling came over me. I withdrawal my hand hurriedly, my heart racing.

  "Come sit." She waves me towards the chair across the room.

  I catch myself admiring the massive amounts of books lined on the back wall as I sit down.

  "William Hazlitt once said books let us into their souls and lay open to us the secrets of our own." She says when catching my gaze. "Do you like to read Ms. Isles?"

  "Yes. I love how reading will draw you into a whole new world." I say, and I want to smack myself for saying to much when it was a simple yes or no answer.

  "I couldn't agree more." She replied.

  I wait rather fidgety as Ms. Roven looks over my application, I hope the time it's taking her is a good sign.

  "Where were you previously employed Ms. Isles.? She asks, without looking up from the papers.

  "Um...I haven't been employed anywhere, if I were to get this job it would be my first." I answered embarrassed.

  "And do you know anything about investing and marketing?" She asked the irritation showing.

  "Yes, I graduated top of my class at Georgetown university." I said with a smile.

  She looks over my application for a few more minutes, and finally looks back at me, getting up from her chair.

  "I'm going to look over your application some more, and I'll get back to you when I get finished."

  I knew that was my sign to leave, and that I'd never hear back from her, my hopes of getting a job today plummeted. As I stood to leave she holds out her hand to me again.

  "It was nice meeting you Ms. Isles."

  I frown at her, but shake her hand again, and that odd feeling coming back.

  "Ms. Roven." I say, hoping my disappointment shows.

  I remove my hand from hers and walk to the door with confidence, I won't let this bring me down. There's other greater opportunities out there.

  I'm surprised when she beat me to the elevator outside her office. Nothing is said between us while we wait for the doors to open, and I want to take another look at this beautiful woman that ruined my hopes of getting a job today, but I won't risk it.

  When the doors open we both step in.

  "First floor Ms. Isles?"

  "Yes ma'am" I reply. I can't help but see the smirk she gives as she pushes the button.

  I hold tight to the railing of the elevator as we make our way down, I can't stand elevators, when it stops I close my eyes to avoid the dizzy spell I get every time, but I still feel myself sway a little. When I feel hands on my shoulders my eyes fly open, and I'm looking into a pool of brown eyes.

  "Are you alright?" Her voice is soft for the first time today, and I feel myself start to blush.

  "Yes, I just don't like elevators." I murmur.

  When the doors open seconds later I remove myself from her grasp, and quickly walk out. Willing my heart rate to slow down. I don't look back as I make my escape, but tense when I hear her voice again, until I realized she isn't speaking to me.

  There is a very elegant woman dressed in the lobby who turned when her name was called, I risked looking back then regretted it when I watched the well dressed woman reach Jessica Roven, and kiss her right there in the middle of the lobby. I was jealous all of the sudden with no reason to be. jealous over a woman, a woman I don't even like, I don't even like women. I stopped in my tracks as all these thoughts came to mind. Attraction that was the odd feeling I got. But that couldn't be right can it?

  I look back at this woman, she was smiling and every part of me wished it was me she was smiling at like that.

  I chalk all these weird feelings up to depression.

  Chapter 2

  A week later when walking home in the pouring rain because my stupid car decided today of all days to quit working on me, i decide this is the worst week I have ever had. First my job interview went south, I locked myself out of my apartment the day after that, and today my car died on me.

  When I don't think it could get any worse an expensive car pulls up next to me, the passenger door opens, and i see Jessica Roven. The person who started my down fall.

  "Get in." I hear her raspy voice, i want to refuse, but I don't see this rain ending anytime soon. I climb in, and slam the door.

  "Put this on." She says, holding out her suit jacket.

  I look at it, and know my wet shirt would ruin it.

  "No thank you, I'm fine."

  "This car won't move until you put this on Ms. Isles."

  I look at her then, and know she isn't joking. I grab the jacket and put it on. I didn't realize how cold I was until I did, I start to shiver when she pulls into traffic again.

  "Thank you for picking me up." I say, hoping she doesn't hear my teeth chatter.

  "It's my pleasure Ms. Isles." She says, reaching over to turn the heat on.

  "I thought people like you had drivers." The words were out of my mouth before I could stop them. My face burns with embarrassment.

  She shrugs, not answering.

  I focus solely on the rain that's pouring down for the rest of the drive, and listen to the music that's playing quietly in the back ground, oddly surprised to hear one of my favorites, adorable one by lee Moses. I smile. When we pull up to my apartment building I'm surprised, I never gave her my address.

  "How do you know where I live?"

  "It was on your application Ms. Isles." She smiles at me, and my breath catches. She's absolutely breath taking when she genuinely smiles. "Where's your car?"

  "A few miles down from where you picked me up, and please call me Haley there's no need to be so formal now."

  "I'll have Harrison, my driver, get it back to you." Her eyes were now dancing with humor.

  "I'm sorry I said that."

  She shrugs again, and looks out the front window at the rain like its no big deal.

  "I'll get my car towed. You don't have to worry about it, but thank you."

  She picks up her phone from the console, types a few things in, and then turns back to me.

  "Harrison will have it here in twenty minutes."

  I know I should thank her and get out of the car, but a huge part of me wants to spend more time with this gorgeous woman.

  "Do you always listen to o
lder music?" I ask, as another older song begins to play.

  "Not always. I like music that means something, when you can feel it deep in your soul. What about you Ms. Isles, what type of music do you like?" She asks, ignoring my request to use my first name.

  "I listen to mostly country, depends on what kind of mood I'm in."

  "What kind of mood are you in right now?" She purrs in a soft voice.

  She puts her hand on my thigh and I feel a shiver run up my spine. I'm to stunned to answer. The heat I feel from her hand is radiating to other places of my body, places I never imagined would stir because of a woman. But then she removes her hand and smiles at me. I let out a sigh of frustration.

  "Tell me about yourself Ms. Isles, there's only so much I can get from an application."

  I can't seem to answer her, it's like my brain has shut off, I fumble to put a sentence together.

  "I...um...I'm not sure what to say." I begin. "My life is rather boring compared to yours."

  "I doubt that very much. Tell me about your family."

  "Well, I was adopted, I was never close to my parents." I didn't want to get into what my parents did or the money they had. That's why I moved out here, so I could get a job on my own without my parents money to make what I wanted possible.

  "And what about brothers and sisters?"

  "I was an only child. What about your parents?" I ask, to get the subject off me.

  "My father took off when I was 10, my mother raised us, me and my two brothers, by herself for a long time." I can see her eyes alight with fury when she mentioned her father. Her look scares me, her face is dark with resentment, maybe I'm reading her wrong. I'm to nervous to ask.

  She abruptly gets out of the car, and walks around to open my door. When I step out I notice the rain is coming down harder. Why didn't I notice this before?

  "Go on up, I'm going to help Harrison with your car." She's almost yelling at me over the sound of the rain. That's when I notice a tow truck and my car. The minutes passed by without me realizing it.

  "I'll help, it's my car."

  "No, go inside I'll find you when we get finished."

  She has that hard look about her again, and against my better judgment I turn around and walk inside my apartment building. But don't go up.

  A few minutes later I see her make her way up the steps to my building. Still trying to understand these feelings she's stirring in me every time I'm near her.

  "You need to get out of these wet clothes or you'll catch a cold." She says as soon as she comes in and spots me.

  "I was waiting until you two were finished."

  That's when I look down and notice both of us are leaving a puddle on the floor.

  "Come on." She says.

  She leads me to the elevators, leading me to believe she knows more about where I live then what was ever on my application.

  The rid up was silent, when we step out I'm silently praying some miracle happened while I was away, and the mess I left this morning has been clean. When I open the door the mess is still there.

  I make my way to the linen closet trying to ignore the way she looks at my apartment, pull out two towels, hand her one and begin to pat dry myself while she does the same.

  I usually long for the silence my apartment gives, but with her here it feels unnatural.

  "Can I ask you something?"

  "Sure." She answers.

  "Why didn't you hire me?" I ask, still baffled by her brush off a week ago.

  "What gave you the impression I'm not going to?"

  "The quick brush off you gave me last week, and it doesn't take a week to go over an application, one you've already looked over."

  She squints her eyes and ponders my question, then shakes her head. "I need someone more experienced for the job."

  She keeps eyeing me, challenging me to say what's really on my mind. Unfortunately I don't.

  Im definitely disappointed in that answer. It bothers me to know most companies want people with years worth of experience, not someone fresh out of college.

  "You need to get out of those wet clothes."

  Setting the towel down she starts towards the door, but turns around once more before opening the door. "And if you need help finding a mechanic for your car call me, there's a card with my cell number in the jacket pocket. I'll see you later Haley."

  And then she leaves. Leaving me stunned in her departure. I smiled when it registered that she said my name. and then I remember I still have her jacket on.

  Chapter 3

  The next few days I ride the bus to put in applications and while searching for cheap mechanic's to look at my car. So far I've found no one that will even come to my apartment building to look at it, without it costing me $300 just for that. That's why on day four I find myself fishing out that card and dialing the number, on the third ring I hang up disappointed.

  I sigh when I set my phone down on the arm of the chair next to me. I feel like my luck is going to continue to go south, I hate this feeling. My phone rings suddenly, startling me.

  "Hello?" I answer hesitantly.

  "You called, Ms. Isles."

  That voice immediately starts the butterflies in my stomach.

  "Yes...I need help with my car." Now that she was on the phone I was nervous about asking for her help.

  "I'll have someone go take a look at it in say an hour? Is that ok?"

  "Yes! It's perfect." I really should tone down my enthusiasm a few notches.

  "Look I've got to go, but I'm really glad I can help Ms. Isles." I grip the phone little tighter, I didn't expect to hear that from her.

  "Thank you." I say.

  After I hang up I decide to tidy up my apartment, and settle on not worrying about a job. Everything always falls into place I just have to learn to be patient.

  I look out the window a few times, but each time not finding anyone at my car. The hour goes by and the disappointment sets in again.

  Two hours later as I'm sitting down to eat dinner, my door bell rings. To my surprise Jessica Roven is standing at my door looking quite different from the last time I saw her. Her blazer and slacks had been replaced with a t-shirt, and dark jeans. But that mesmerizing smile is still right there.

  "Your car is fixed Ms. Isles." She says.

  "How much do I owe your mechanic?" I ask, hoping it's not to much.

  "How about dinner tomorrow night?"

  I feel my mouth fall open. She's expecting me to go out with some strange man.

  "Um...no just ask him how much he wants, and I'll pay."

  "That's the payment I want Ms. Isles, I fixed your car."

  I'm caught off guard by her reply.

  She crosses her arms and flashes an amused grin. "So about dinner?"

  "Maybe." I smirk.

  She nods. "Why don't you think it over, and I'll call you tomorrow?"

  "Ok." I manage to get out.

  She starts to walk towards the elevators, but stops midway and turns back towards me, she gives me a wave, a grin on her face. A smile spreads across my face as I shut the door.

  When she calls the next day I agree to dinner and then rush to find something to wear. I sigh with the contents of my closet, but eventually decide to go simple with a nice shirt and jeans.

  When she rings my door bell, I open it nervously. "Hey, you ready?" She says flashing a gorgeous grin.

  "Yes." I say breathlessly.

  "So where are we heading?" I ask as we walk outside.

  "You'll see when we get there." She replies walking me over to a car, different then the one she was in when she picked me up.

  She opens the door for me and I get in. I watch her run to her side, and get in as well. She starts the car and we set off. I don't want to risk saying something I'll regret, so I stay quiet and listen to the music she has playing.

  My curiosity grows when we pull into a parking garage. She parks and gets out. She's at my door before I can step out. She holds our her hand for me to take and
I do. She leads me to a door where she types in a code and then the door opens. We take an elevator up to the last floor, and when the doors open she steps aside to allow me to enter first. I look up at her and see an amused grin on her face.

  "Thank you" I say quietly as I enter.

  I let out a small gasp as I take in the tall, ceilings that reveal a second floor.

  "This is amazing." I say aloud.

  "This is my apartment." She says.

  I look around some more. I can't believe this is her apartment.

  "Come." She says gesturing towards the kitchen.

  "Whatever's cooking smells wonderful." I comment.

  "Well, let's hope it tastes as good as it smells."

  "Did you cook it?" I ask.

  "My grandfather was a chief, I picked up a few tricks."

  "What's your favorite dish?"

  "Pizza."

  "Pizza doesn't count as world class cooking." I exclaim.

  "Never underestimate the culinary importance of pizza, Ms. Isles" she tells me with a sardonic smile."

  She pours us both some chilled champagne.

  "Follow me." She leads me by the hand to another room. This room just as spectacular as the rest of the house. A part of me is expecting that woman she was with to come strolling out any moment.

  "Who was that woman you were with after my job interview?" I ask.

  "A friend."

  "A friend?"

  "She's a friend now."

  "How long did you date her?" I ask nonchalantly.

  "We didn't date, we lived together."

  "Doesn't that mean you dated her?" I ask.

  "I don't date Ms. Isles."

  "I'm not understanding you." I say, clearly confused. Lesbian relationships work the same as strait relationships, or so I thought.

  "I'd rather show you, but I think you're the type of girl that would require a few more dinners before that happens." She says.

  I stare at her trying to figure out what she means. "Can you elaborate?" I finally say.

  "I'm not use to explaining myself to anyone...But I like you." She opens her mouth to say something else and then stops.

  "What?" I notice her slight hesitation.