Description : Ruthless Boss, Royal Mistress
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’de 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....