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Charlotte. I thought I’d lost my bag for good. Until, the cutest guy I ever laid eyes on hung out of the moving train’s window holding my bag. He wanted to chuck it to me, but my precious laptop was in it. So we agreed to meet at the next station. To thank my six foot plus Adonis I offered to buy him a drink. It was only right. He saved my bag, and he had twinkling cobalt blue eyes that made my toes curl. He was funny and charming and gorgeous at the bar. And the chemistry… off the charts, but I had career dreams that didn’t include handsome bag rescuers. A few more drinks later I was rethinking my plans. Alex Turner looked like he would be great in bed, and I had a box of condoms back at my place. Surely one night was allowed…
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Charlotte

I woke up with a jolt as a movement to my left roused me from a deep, sound sleep. It took a moment for my surroundings to make sense. I was on a train, headed home and the guy next to me had shifted his weight to get off the train. At that realization, I peered out the window and let out a cry. That was my stop!

I scrambled to my feet and dashed out of the train, jumping out seconds before the train doors closed. I stood on the platform congratulating myself.

“Hey!” a voice called from the train window of the moving train.

I looked up to see the breathtakingly gorgeous, big guy I’d noticed on the train, before I dozed off. He was waving at me frantically from the window.

“You’ve left your bag!” he shouted, holding up my brown bag.

For a precious second, my brain couldn’t compute and I looked down stupidly at my shoulder where the strap of my bag should have been.

“Oh God,” I cried. How could I have been that careless? I broke into a cold sweat as I thought about the contents of my bag. It had my whole life in it.

A laptop which I’d waitressed for months before I could afford to buy it, my apartment keys, my wallet, my cell phone, all my recipes… panic seized me as the train started moving. I jogged along with it.

“Want me to throw it?” the breathtakingly gorgeous guy shouted.

“No, no, please don’t do that,” I yelled back in a panic, thinking of my precious laptop.

“I won’t,” he reassured quickly. “I’ll keep it safe and wait for you at the next stop.”

I almost wept with relief as I ran out of the platform. He waved and ducked his head back into the train. I stood watching the train disappear out of sight. I hoped I wasn’t wrong, but there was something solid and trustworthy about him. Maybe it was his deep, authoritative voice or the fact that he wore a fncy, obviously expensive suit, or the smile he flashed me.

I had to wait a good fifteen minutes for the next train, all the while shifting my weight from one foot to another impatiently. By the time it came and I got on, I was sure that the gorgeous guy, as nice as he was, would not be there. I had taken too long. He looked like a busy, successful guy.

My only hope was, he’d left my bag with the train station officials. Knots of anxiety twisted in my stomach. I couldn’t lose that bag. I was barely making ends meet with my job and combined with school, I couldn’t squeeze out more time to get another job. If I did, I would definitely fail my exams. I was in my last year and no way did I want to compromise that.

I squeezed my hands into fists. Digging my nails into my skin, I made promises to God as the train inched slowly to the next station. I would never fall asleep on a train again. I would never be so careless again. Never. My throat thickened with unshed tears.

Up until that point, my schedule was a nightmare. I never stayed still except during class and when I finally got to lay my head on my pillow. I was always on the move but I told myself I only had to do it for less than a year. Then I could start the career I’d always dreamed of ever since I accidentally walked into a posh restaurant when I was ten years old, in search of my mom.

It had been a few minutes to four when I walked into the restaurant, one of the older establishments and they’d been setting out four o’clock tea.

I’d stood there gaping at the arrangement of cakes and the tiniest sandwiches I’d ever seen. My stomach had growled with hunger, but that was nothing new and I’d ignored it, as a tall, proud man, decked out in a white apron strode into the room.

He issued instructions importantly, and everybody scurried to execute his instructions. Looking through me, he’d walked back out. And at that moment, I’d decided I wanted to be just like him. I wanted to be a chef.

Now my dream was close and I couldn’t afford to lose my bag. I needed those recipes. Well before the train ground to a stop, I was already at the doors waiting to get out. Before the doors were completely open, I had leapt out and was heading towards the station offices when…

“Hey!”

Charlotte

I whirled around at the deep, familiar voice, and saw him. Emotion swirled in my chest when I saw my bag, overwhelming me. I burst into tears. Great, big, humiliating dumb tears.

I covered my face with my hands as sobs wracked my body. Big, strong hands wrapped around me, pulling me against a hard body. I lay my head on a solid chest as big hands gently stroked my hair and back.

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Ashley: He’s everything I HATE in a man! He’s arrogant, he’s shallow, he’s rude… why, he’s a living, breathing, walking male chauvinist jerk. That annoying misogynist actually turns up at my office and brazenly proceeds to insult my dress sense, and tell me he finds me unattractive, then proceeds to ask me to marry him! I smile sweetly and tell him to go to hell. But then I have a change of heart. Is it because he has piercing blue eyes, jet-black silky hair that a woman can grab onto when things get hot, and is basically a hunk that must be washed down twice a day with a woman’s tongue. No, no, none of that. I’m immune to such obvious charms. I don’t like men who think they can order me around just because they’re rich, and successful, and gorgeous. But I do need a little money, actually a whole lot of it so… Sensibly, we agree to a marriage in name only, and only for as long as it takes for him to get what he wants. After all, we both hate each other’s guts. Until the incident in his study happens. Unexpected, that was. We both acknowledge it was a mistake and promise not to do it again. Until it happens again. And again. Oh dear, how was I to know chauvinist jerks can grow on you. So fast it makes your head spin.
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Finn

I lean against the balcony wall and take a long pull from the cigarette I bummed off my Grandpa’s lawyer. The last time I smoked was when I was nineteen, but today is bad, crazy bad. I’ve been out here on the balcony for what seems like a lifetime, and I’m almost done with my cigarette, but it’s done nothing to calm me down.

I shake my head, partly in disbelief, and partly in anger. My lips twist into a smile. It’s not the sort of smile that reaches my eyes. It’s bitter. After ninety years on earth, the old man couldn’t just let go and enjoy heaven or wherever he has gone.

“You’ve really fucking done it this time, Grandpa,” I mutter under my breath.

I look out over the carefully cultivated grounds of my parents’ home, trying to stop the thoughts of my grandpa, who, it seems, has excelled himself and found a way to fuck with me even from beyond the grave.

The wind picks up, rustling the leaves of the tall trees around the edges of the huge lawn. The gardener is cleaning the massive Romanesque marble fountain my father had imported from Italy as a wedding gift for my mother. She is very proud of it.

I caught hell off her for squirting a whole bottle of dish soap into the water when I was seven. I was delighted with the result. I thought it looked magical with bubbles and suds everywhere.

My mother, not so much.

I straighten and take one last drag of the foul cigarette, then crush it out in the ashtray on the glass table behind me.

I should have known something like this was coming. Obviously, not this exact thing, I never could have predicted this one in a million years, but I should have known there would be something. My grandpa has always challenged me, pushed me to be the best version of myself, even when I resisted him, but this? This one is completely, totally, utterly from left field.

Throughout his entire life, he never did anything without a reason. When he asked me to run his company for him seven years ago, I should have guessed there would be a catch, that it was only the first phase of his plan for me.

I guess I was naïve, but when he told me he had terminal cancer and he wanted me to take the helm, I thought maybe I had finally done it. I’d impressed the unimpressible man enough to have him take a back seat and leave me to it. But no, I hadn’t. We were at loggerheads the whole time. Ninety-five percent of the time he was wrong, but it was worth the stress for the five percent when he had the better solution.

He’s finally done it now though. He’s set me a challenge he thought I wouldn’t be able to rise to.

“You underestimated me, Grandpa. I see your challenge and I fucking raise you the final victory,” I say to him, wherever he is. Then I head towards the doors leading back into the house.

I step back inside the house, and walk through the cooler, air conditioned air of the interior. I make my way quickly towards the large, elegant dining room, which is where my mother, my dad, and Andrew Garfield, my grandpa’s lawyer and the executor of his will, are waiting.

My mother usually looks young for her age, but today, her face shows the strain of this meeting. My dad is as stoic as ever, hiding his fury behind a stony mask of neutrality. Anyone who knows him well though, will not fail to see the little tic above his jawbone, a sure sign that he’s tightly holding himself from blowing a gasket.

Thank God, he got his share of Grandpa’s fortune without having to jump through the hoops I’m having too. Grandpa played it clever. He knew it’s not about the money for me. If it were, I’d have walked away a long time ago and told him to stuff it. He’s made it about something I feel is mine. Something I’ve spent the last three years building to the exclusion of everything else.

Hell, I’ve poured everything I have into this business.

I can’t just let go of it, and he fucking knew it. It’s my life. Especially not now, when I’m just about to transition it into the next level and turn it into something amazing.

As I step into the room, Andrew looks at me expectantly. I ignore his eyes and stop off at the dresser to pour myself a glass of iced water from a jug. I don’t want the water. I want a very large glass of whisky, but there you have it. I compose my face as I pour the water, then I saunter over to the long table and retake my seat. “Okay, Andrew. Run this thing by me again,” I say.

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Hannah

I adjusted the skirt that stopped at my knees and made sure my button-down top wasn't showing too much cleavage. I knew I was fiddling with my outfit because my stomach was in knots. I pushed back my stray honey-blonde hair and tucked it behind my ear. Why did every job interview make me so unnecessarily nervous? I’d done them a good hundred times by now, but that didn’t matter. Each new one was the same—a jittery mixture of excitement and fear in the pit of my stomach.

Why, I don’t know…. I was good at what I did.

Hell, I started off as a babysitter when I was eleven years old, and as I grew older, I just kept on doing it because I loved kids so much. I was a natural when it came to understanding and handling them. I was like one of those horse whisperers, only I was doing it to children. There wasn’t a child yet, I hadn’t managed to befriend or love.

Maybe I was extra nervous with this one because my employer would be Christian West. He was one of the richest men in California, a billionaire. And he was paying well above the going rate. Working for him would mean I’d be financially stable for a few years, and I could really use all the stability I could get after taking on a mortgage on the little apartment I lived in.

I locked my cozy home, walked down two flights of stairs, and out into the glorious morning sunshine. Slipping into Betsy, my trusty old Mini, I gave her a little pep talk about making it without any stops to my destination. Betsy was old, you see, and couldn’t make long drives anymore. My father gave her to me when I first learned to drive. I still remember that day. Dad had tied a massive pink ribbon around her. She was a secondhand car and there were a few scratches on her even then, but I was so happy I started crying.

Christian West’s house was about an-hour out of town, but I was sure she could make it. I turned the key and she spluttered to life.

“Good girl,” I whispered.

It was Sunday and the streets were mostly quiet. Like the trooper she was, Betsy made it to the most impressive set of black gates I’d ever seen. Someone must have been watching for my arrival because the gates swung open, and I drove through. After parking in the circular driveway, I stepped out of my car and glanced around at the impeccable landscaping. Wow, how wonderful to live in such utterly beautiful surroundings. I mean I loved my little home, but this… Wow! It was truly something else.

I adjusted my hair in the rearview mirror quickly and once I was sure there wasn't a strand out of place, I snagged my resume, straightened my spine, and got out. Taking a deep breath of fresh morning air I began to walk up to the big double doors. It was so peaceful and quiet my heels were loud on the driveway, filling the still air with a noise that felt foreign to it.

"Okay Hannah, you can do this."

The house was huge and dramatic. White stucco walls bordered with dark green perfectly manicured greenery made the three-story high structure look sleek and modern. Everything was done with such perfect detail and precision that I knew without a doubt it would be just as immaculate on the inside. I was pretty certain the owner of this piece of real estate was high on the OCD scale.

But I could deal with OCD.

I raised my hand towards the doorbell and suddenly felt paralyzed with fear. I took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. You can do this Hannah. You’re good at this remember? I took another deep, calming breath. He’s not an ogre. Just a man who needs help with his daughter. I exhaled. When I felt like I had my nervousness under control, I pressed the bell and waited. Shifting my weight from one foot to the other, I tried to think positive thoughts.

The door swung open and a man appeared.

I sucked in a breath of sheer amazement. Oh, my God! He was gorgeous. Far, far more gorgeous than any photo I had seen on the net. And he was tall. Very tall. I wasn't a short person at all, but he made my five foot eight look like nothing in comparison. I knew he had to be at least six foot four, maybe even five. I wanted to say something, but I couldn’t. I just never expected him to answer his own door. It completely took me by surprise. I was expecting a housekeeper, or butler, or whoever rich people hire to answer their doors. I gaped at him like a demented goldfish.

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A Steamy office romance Jade The job is exactly what I want. I know I can do it well. I'm excited until the woman at the agency says there's no point applying since, the essential but unspoken qualifications are being either married, or middle-aged, and I'm neither. Apparently, Luke Remington, the CEO is a workaholic who's sick of having his young secretaries fall in love with him and lose concentration on their job. Turns out unattractiveness is considered a bonus since he didn't want to be distracted either. But I'm not giving up that easy. I convince the agency to send me for the interview. I ditch my cosmetics, invest in a cheap wedding ring, put on some dowdy clothes. For good measure, I add a pair of ugly glasses, pull my hair into an unflattering bun, and voila. Married and unattractive. Yeah, I got the job, Oh, and guess what? I now understand why the other secretaries couldn't concentrate on this job. Luke Remington...the hottest CEO alive Luke My new secretary is super-efficient, but even better she doesn’t fawn over me. I guess she could be attractive, but she doesn’t make much of herself. The woman is still wearing coke bottle glasses and her fashion choices might look better as curtains. Well, not my problem. We’ve just arrived for a conference in Thailand. If I’m really hot I could potentially cut a couple of big ticket deals at the same time. Jade made all the arrangements, and so far, so good. Then I hear a scream coming from the room next door. Her room. I rush in through the connecting door and she’s in the bathroom. Yeah, I see the massive spider. But that's the least of my problems. Jade is in a towel. Without her thick glasses. Or her granny clothes. And her long thick hair is loose and tumbling down her silky back. Damn, the agency screwed up after all. I’m so f**ked!
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Luke

He’s fucking flirting with her!

Fury slams into my head. The guy at the immigration counter continues to look her up and down. Then the smarmy bastard lifts his eyebrow in a completely inappropriate way. My hand clenches the handle of my briefcase to stop myself from going over to him, knocking his head off, and shoving it up his—

Jesus H. Christ!

Where the hell did that come from?

Jade Emerson is not my girlfriend. She’s my damn PA! She works under me, scratch that, for me. Plus, she’s married. I never mix business with pleasure. And she is the last person to turn my head. I’m pretty certain that I’ve never met a woman who is more determined to look like someone’s grandmother. Coke bottle glasses, not a lick of makeup, severe bun, dowdy clothes. She’s got it all. The works.

Although, to be honest, her utter lack of sex appeal was one of the reasons I hired her. I make it a point not to work with attractive women. I didn’t always have that line in the sand, but I’m thirty-four now, and I’ve bedded enough women to know the score.

Basically, I’m sex on a stick.

That’s not bragging or conceit. It’s just the way things are. I see the looks I get from women when I walk by. Their eyes widen, their lips part, and they focus on me like nothing else in the world exists. Throw in the fact I’m filthy rich into the equation and suddenly, I’m irresistible. That’s fine outside of the office, but in an office environment, it’s a damn nightmare.

I want to keep things strictly professional. Partly, because I don’t need that kind of complication, but mostly, I just don’t want to be the guy who bangs his secretary. I find the whole idea sleazy and vulgar. It’s not who I am.

Hiring married, dowdy women like Jade Emerson makes it easy to stick to my rule. Even if they are the type to cheat on the side, they understand I’m not in their league. It’s great for me too; I’ll never be distracted or tempted. Sure, some men might find her sexy. Notice the reaction of the fool at the counter, but not me. My type runs to models, ‘it’ girls, or just straight up bimbos. At least, this is how it’s supposed to work in theory. And how it has worked for the last two months she’s been with me.

Peanuts for brains returns her passport and she hurries to join me. My theory has worked for the last two months and there is no reason it should not work for the foreseeable future. Deliberately, I glower at her.

“Sorry, it took so long,” she says meekly, tucking her passport into her purse.

“Try to keep up, Mrs. Emerson.” Turning on my heel, I start striding away. I can hear her sensible librarian shoes clacking on the polished floor as she jogs alongside. I know I’m being an ass, but I’m still reeling from the crazy moment in my head when I got all possessive over her.

My nostrils flare suddenly. “What’s that smell?”

She blushes. “One of the stewardesses spilled the fish surprise on me.”

Now, I can’t help staring at the color seeping up her neck and into her cheeks. I frown with irritation. I’m losing it. What’s wrong with me? Sure, I’ve been working flat out all week and I was exhausted before the nineteen-hour flight from New York, but this just isn’t me. I don’t lust after my secretaries. Especially, plain Janes like her.

I glance at her brown turtle-neck top. “We’re in Bangkok. Why are you dressed as if we are on a trip to Alaska?”

“Uh…huh, I thought it might be cold in the hotel,” she mutters, her eyes sliding away.

I shake my head and carry on walking towards baggage claim. Just forget it, Luke. She is some other man’s problem.

The airport is ultra-modern and clean, but it’s packed with travelers, clogging up the walkways in the terminal. Although, the crowd parts easily in front of me. I tower over most of the people here. They move out of my way like I’m going to knock them over if they don’t. It’s not far from the truth. I feel impatient and restless. I put it down to the fact that I’ve got a lot riding on this trip.

“Did you confirm our reservations for this evening?”

“Yes. Table for six. Nami. 8.00 p.m.”

I nod with satisfaction. “Good. If we land these Japanese clients, it’ll be our first step toward breaking into the Asian markets. An entire hemisphere of untapped potential, ripe for the taking will open up.”

“Yes, Mr. Remington.”

“What’s on tomorrow?”

She checks her phone. “You’re scheduled to be at the economic conference for the seminar on Developing New Business Markets in the morning at Conference Room Chakrii. It starts at eight, but the two speakers you were interested in listening to, start at nine and eleven respectively. You have an hour to kill in between, so I’ve scheduled for you to meet with Mr. Dimitriou who has flown in specially from Singapore for that meeting.”

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