Billionaire, Boss...Bridegroom?

‘Good. I look forward to seeing what you come up with.’

She blinked, surprised. ‘You’re going to be in the meeting as well?’

‘Not that one,’ he said. ‘But when you and Tarquin have agreed which one to work on, then you come and convince me.’

‘Challenge accepted.’ The words were out before she could stop them. Oh, for pity’s sake. This wasn’t about a challenge. This was about...about...

Why had her brain suddenly turned to soup?

He smiled, then, and it felt as if the room had lit up. Which was even more worrying. She didn’t want to start feeling like this about anyone, especially not her new boss.

‘I think I’m going to enjoy working with you, Bella Faraday.’

There was a faint trace of huskiness in his voice that sent a thrill right through her. This was bad. She could actually imagine him saying other things to her in that gorgeous voice. Things that would turn her into a complete puddle of hormones.

No.

This was work. She was really going to have to keep reminding herself that her relationship with Hugh Moncrieff was strictly business. Maybe she’d ask her friend Nalini to put a temporary henna tattoo on her hand saying ‘work’—written in Hindi script, so Bella would know exactly what it meant but anyone else would think it was just a pretty design. The last thing she needed was for anyone to guess how attracted she was to her new boss.

‘Good,’ she said. ‘I’ll get back to it, then.’ She gave him what she hoped was a cool, capable smile, and forced herself to walk coolly and calmly out of his office. One foot in front of the other. One step at a time. She could run once that door was closed behind her.

She’d just reached the doorway when he said softly, ‘Bella. I think you’ve forgotten something.’

Oh, help. She had to suppress the surge of lust. ‘What’s that?’ Oh, great. And her voice would have to be squeaky. She took a deep breath and turned to face him.

He waved the envelope at her.

‘Keep it.’

He coughed. ‘As your boss, I’m pulling rank.’

If she was stubborn over this, she could lose her job.

If she took the money back, she’d be in his debt.

Caught between a rock and a hard place. Or maybe there was a way out. ‘Then I’ll donate it to charity,’ she said. ‘I’m sure you can suggest a suitable one.’

‘Bella, this isn’t a war,’ he said softly, and she felt horrible.

‘Sorry. It’s just... I don’t want to be in your debt. And I don’t mean just you—I mean in anyone’s debt,’ she clarified.

‘The dry-cleaning bill wasn’t much, and the taxi firm is one I use a lot so they were pretty accommodating. And,’ he added, ‘I’m not exactly a church mouse.’

‘Church mouse?’ she asked, not following. Then she remembered the proverbial phrase. ‘Oh. Of course.’

‘Take the money,’ he said softly, ‘and it’s all forgotten. As far as I’m concerned—and everyone else at Insurgo, for that matter—today’s the first day we’ve met. And I’m notorious in the office for not being a Monday morning person. Nobody usually talks to me until lunchtime on Mondays because I’m so horrible.’

That made her feel better. ‘Thank you,’ she said, and took the envelope.

‘Have a nice day,’ he said, and that smile made her feel warm all over.

‘You, too,’ she said. But this time she lost her cool and fled before she could drop herself in it any more.

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