Ruthless Boss, Royal Mistress. Natalie Anderson

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      CHAPTER ONE

      JAMES leaned back in his chair, rubbed over his face with both hands and then ruffled them through his hair. The flight from Kuala Lumpur had landed just after five that morning and he’d come straight to the office, showering and changing on site. He’d already caught up on most of the essentials and now he desperately wanted another coffee and something more substantial than a rubbery in-flight muffin. He’d read the paper and relax for ten.

      Thankfully he heard sounds of movement in the office outside his door. Good. His secretary must have arrived. A little later than usual but he didn’t mind; she was the best there was—usually.

      He picked up the papers he’d been skimming earlier, grinning as he walked to the door.

      ‘Bridge, did you break all your fingers and thumbs or something? The typos in this report are appalling. I can hardly read it.’

      He looked up from the page he’d been chuckling over and stopped on the threshold, staring at the stranger rising from behind the desk.

      She was tall, she was dark, she was stunning, she was…

      ‘Not Bridget,’ he said stupidly.

      ‘No.’ Her voice was quiet but firm, with a foreign lilt and a tinge of guilt to it.

      And in that one beat he lost all power of thought—couldn’t process a thing. Could only look at the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen. The only word remaining in his brain was wow. It seemed to take an age for his heart to beat again. When it finally did, he walked closer. The colour in her cheeks seemed to rise higher with every step he took nearer.

      ‘I’m—’

      ‘Princess Elissa.’ He remembered now, kicking the grey cells back on. He’d told her brother he’d give her a job. He’d forgotten that in the hype of the conference. She must have been here in Sydney at least a month already?

      He couldn’t help himself—kept staring and stared some more. He’d seen her photo countless times in papers, magazines, on telly. But this was the first time he’d ever met her in person. He’d never thought she’d be such a stunner in real life—so often these model types were actually a disappointment live and up close, without the benefit of tons of make-up, accentuating lighting and airbrushing. But in truth no photo could capture the dancing lights in her dark eyes, or the richness of colour in her long brown hair. Hair that invited the touch of fingers, and that would feel like silk brushing across skin. And nothing could prepare anyone for the perfection of her body—both slim and curvy, womanly and tantalising.

      ‘Bridget is on holiday. I was told to work up here while she’s away.’

      James nodded, still too busy processing her presence to be able to speak much.

      ‘I’ll СКАЧАТЬ