The Woman of Her Enemy's Nightmares (The Woman of the Billionaire's Dreams #2)

The long-awaited sequel to Krista Lakes' story "The Woman of the Billionaire's Dreams"!

Tracy has positioned herself as billionaire Paul Hayes' woman, successfully taking control of his social life and paying off all her bills. However, when a young woman from from his past threatens to steal him away, Tracy finds herself in less control than she thought. Will she let Jenna take away everything she's worked so hard for, including the man she increasingly finds herself falling for?

This 18k word story includes teasing, dancing, and two women competing to give a lucky billionaire all he could ever ask for. More importantly, it includes the continuing romance of the Woman of the Billionaire's Dreams!

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"I have an important business meeting in seventeen minutes. You're more important than the meeting, but I should call ahead if I'm going to be late," Hayes said.

"And why, Mr. Hayes, would you be late?" Tracy said, teasingly, in between kisses.

"Well, I wanted to show you exactly who I'd like to go to the dance with," he said.

Tracy looked thoughtful. "Gee, I'm not sure if Jenna Tice can make it here in seventeen minutes." Hayes looked hurt for a moment, so Tracy followed with. "I, on the other hand, will be more than happy to let you apologize for wanting to see her."

Hayes gave her a smile, but it was a strained smile. "Don't let it turn into this. John Tice is an old friend of mine. This company would not exist, and I literally would not be the man I am today, if not for him. It would be my privilege to escort his daughter around. She doesn't hold a candle to you. You're more of a woman than she'll ever be. You're the one that I want to please."

Tracy couldn't help but smile. She knew the words were true, but it was always nice to hear them. She leaned in and whispered in his ear, "Then please me."

Hayes grabbed his cell phone out of his pocket and dialed a number. "James? I'm going to run a little over with some damage control. Hand out the packets and let everyone know to have the details on page six memorized by the time I get there." He hung up without waiting for a response and threw his cell phone back in his pocket.

"Damage control? Is that code for some depraved sexual act?" Tracy asked teasingly.

Mr. Hayes looked at her with a smirk. "Why? What did you have in mind?"