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Maxine My high heels were dangerously high, the steps were treacherously steep, and I would surely have fallen and broken my neck if a drop-dead gorgeous stranger had not stepped in and rescued me. The stars were out, the night was young, the banter was delicious, and he was irresistible, so I did what I NEVER did. I went home with him! Wow! Hands down he was the best lover I'd ever had, and in the morning, we should have been eagerly exchanging phone numbers... instead we argued. He more or less called me a slut and I stormed out with the distinct impression I'd accidentally hooked up with a misogynistic brute too horrible to even contemplate. I prayed I would never set eyes on him again, but of course, life is never that kind. Not only did I have to set eyes on his sneering face again, but I was now in a position where I had no choice but to work for the horrid man. I told myself that night was a one off and I would never succumb to his fake charm again, but... does it ever work when you put a saucer of sweet milk in front of a cat, tell it not to drink, and leave the room? Mmmm....
Lillian There's no two ways about it. Maximus Frost is devastatingly gorgeous. There is no other way to describe him, but sex on a stick! He's got everything going for him. Ice-gray eyes, chiselled features, strong jawline, lips made for kissing, and the kind of thick glossy hair that makes your fingers itch to run through it. And let me not get started on his body. Oh my, dreams are made of this... But all that doesn't stop me from wanting to punch his handsome face in. Grrrrrr.... He makes me so freaking angry, I feel my blood boiling in my veins. The man is impossible. It is as if the horrible man takes an extra special delight in making my life difficult. To be fair to Maggie, the owner of Angel Recruitment Agency, she did warn me. She said he is such an ogre even her best girls had not lasted a full month. But the salary was amazing, and I've worked with difficult bosses before and been fine. Also, I thought she might be exaggerating a bit, so I decided to go for it. In fact, I was so stupidly sure I could handle him I ended up taking a bet with her that I would easily last a month. And now she keeps calling me and gloating as if she's already won. I can't let her win. No matter what, I'm going to stick it out and win my bet. Then he goes and kisses me... oh, oh... what now?A full length standalone CEO/Office romance.
ScarlettI haven't pretended to be my twin in years, not since we were kids, oh, and once in college. We looked more alike then, and it was easy and fun to fool everyone. Now we're adults and chalk and cheese in appearance, temperament, and character, but my sister needs me to cover for her at work while she heals from a broken heart.And there is no way I'm saying no to her when she is this down and out. Won't your boss notice?" I ask her."Not even if you arrived in a bikini," she assures me. So I agree to pretend to be her. Reluctantly, I also agree to drown myself in her insipid clothes, and take her place as PA to her charmless, saintly boss, Lucien Montgomery. Well, her description made him seem quite charmless and he did sound that way on the phone too, but I'm in for a rude shock when I meet him in person. My sister never said he had the kind of looks you read about in a fantasy romance novel. Tall, broad and dashing. Hell, the man is like a live panther, with blazing blue eyes that miss nothing. I've only just got here and I'm already asking myself, how long can I carry on with this pretense? Not long... especially considering I'm not wearing a bikini, but he's very clearly noticing all kinds of unsaintly things about my body.A Full Length Standalone Office Romance
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