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Unbuttoned by the Boss: Unbuttoned by Her Maverick Boss / The Far Side of Paradise / Rub It In
Robyn Donald
Natalie Anderson
Kira Sinclair
Unbuttoned by Her Maverick BossSophy Braithwaite has always been a good girl and in her new job as tycoon Lorenzo Hall’s new assistant she knows her boss should be strictly off-limits. But the dangerously sexy twinkle in his eyes has Sophy tempted to break all the rules…The Far Side of ParadiseTycoon Cade Peredur needs to know why Taryn Angrove broke his late brother’s heart – so he offers her a job to get closer to her. But the moment he sees Taryn’s wild beauty Cade’s need for answers is matched by a fierce desire for Taryn herself…Rub It InCaribbean hotelier Simon Reeves and hotel manager Marcy McKinney have always had a volatile relationship. But, when Simon intentionally traps Marcy on his island, the tension between them evolves into pure, unadulterated desire…
Unbuttoned by the Boss
Unbuttoned by Her Maverick Boss
Natalie Anderson
The Far Side of Paradise
Robyn Donald
Rub It In
Kira Sinclair
www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)
Table of Contents
Cover (#u50f361fd-6df1-5a0e-9713-e179f91c57cc)
Title Page (#u6654eb63-e1f2-5c08-92ab-dd6e6513abae)
Unbuttoned by Her Maverick Boss (#uf78c3bce-df04-5e05-8fa8-c992e8cca85d)
About the Author (#u6f987978-8749-5909-98fd-3ba1183444b7)
Dedication (#u78917931-c910-5400-8474-518f4fbeab20)
Chapter One (#u51882635-7bff-5444-8ef0-0116e560e96c)
Chapter Two (#uff74a59d-6234-552c-9d27-df04d8316813)
Chapter Three (#uf08be311-3c11-524e-a2e5-49b210f3b072)
Chapter Four (#u35d00268-e228-54eb-baf7-eb6a077caa47)
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Chapter Six (#ua62f6d7e-99f1-5f2e-a1f7-0d9ea79bed4c)
Chapter Seven (#ueb20f1d2-dbb6-5aa5-8306-0240d3c3bccf)
Chapter Eight (#ub8a8eb0d-3807-5493-a8bf-094eef84ec32)
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Chapter Thirteen (#litres_trial_promo)
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About the Author (#litres_trial_promo)
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Rub It In (#litres_trial_promo)
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Natalie Anderson
Possibly the only librarian who got told off herself for talking too much, NATALIE ANDERSON decided writing books might be more fun than shelving them—and, boy, is it that! Especially writing romance—it’s the realisation of a lifetime dream kick-started by many an afternoon spent devouring Grandma’s Mills & Boon
novels …
She lives in New Zealand, with her husband and four gorgeous-but-exhausting children. Swing by her website any time—she’d love to hear from you: www.natalie-anderson.com (http://www.natalie-anderson.com).
Kathleen Anderson, Kath Hadfield, Grandma. Twenty years have passed since you left us, but you know I still have your library of M&B—and I’m adding my own to it now. Wish you were here so I could show you. But I know you know, and you know you live on in our hearts. Always will. Thank you for giving me the belief in everlasting love.
Chapter One (#u93bc5a2c-1219-52f8-9ffc-86403a564ce3)
TIME stood still for no man. And Sophy Braithwaite didn’t stand still either.
She tapped her toes on the concrete floor. Slowly at first, just releasing a smidge of the energy pushing under her skin, but after a while the small rapping sound sped up.
The receptionist had directed her straight up the stairs to the office—the sign on the door ensured she’d found the one the woman meant. So she was in the right place at the right time.
Waiting.
She turned and studied the pictures on the wall beside her. Picturesque scenes of Italian countryside—she figured they were Cara’s choice. Her assessment and appreciation took less than a minute. Then she looked again at the monstrosity masquerading as the desk. Good thing she wasn’t into corporate espionage or fraud. She’d had ample time to rifle through files for sensitive info. Mind you, given the mess it was in, she wouldn’t even find anything as useful as a pen in there. The papers were piled high in dangerously unstable towers. The unopened mail had long since filled the in-tray and now cascaded across the computer keyboard. Cara hadn’t been exaggerating when she’d said she’d left it in a mess. If anything she’d been understating the case.
‘I’ve just not had my head there and it all got away from me. I feel so terrible now with this happening,’ she’d said.
‘This’ was the early arrival of her baby. Six weeks premature, the tiny sweetie was still in hospital and Cara was hollow-eyed and anxious. The last thing she needed was to be worrying about the part-time admin job she did for a local charity.
Sophy’s irritation with the situation spiked. Where was he, then? This Lorenzo Hall—supposed hotshot of the wine industry and darling of the fundraising divas—the CEO of this chaos?
‘Lorenzo’s so busy at the moment. With Alex and Dani away he’s dealing with everything on his own.’ Cara had sounded so concerned for him when Sophy’s sister, Victoria, had handed the phone to her. ‘It would be just brilliant if you could go in there and stop him worrying about the Whistle Fund at least.’
Well, Sophy wasn’t here to stop Lorenzo Hall from worrying, she was here to stop Cara worrying.
She realised she’d been subconsciously tapping in time to a rhythmic thunking sound coming from a distance. As if someone were using a hammer or something but speeding up, then stopping, then starting again. She shook her head free of the annoyance and looked around at the chaos again. It would take a bit of time to sort through. She wished she could say no. But then, she never said no. Not when someone asked for help like this. And didn’t they all know it. She’d arrived back in New Zealand less than a month ago, yet her family had managed to fill her schedule to bursting already. But she’d let them, passively agreeing to it all. So much for becoming more assertive and ring fencing even just some time for her own work.
She knew they saw no change, and wasn’t she acting as if there weren’t—with her ‘yes, of course’ here and ‘sure’ there? Tacitly acknowledging she had nothing better to do. Or, at least, nothing as important as what they were asking.
But she did.
While she loved to help them out, there was something else she loved to do. Her heart beat faster as she thought of it as ‘work’. She badly wanted to prove it could be just that. But to make a go of it, she needed time.
So she really didn’t want to be standing here waiting for anybody—certainly not some guy who couldn’t even seem to organise his own temp. The same boss who had Cara calling her from her hospital bed asking if she could help out. If her help really was needed, then okay, but she wasn’t going to wait here for another twenty minutes. She glanced at her watch again. Ordinarily looking at it brought a tingle of pleasure—fine little vintage piece that it was. She’d found it in a flea market in South London one day. With a new old strap she’d found at another market and a trip to the watch doctor, it worked beautifully. It was definitely not running fast.
The thudding impinged into her brain again, stirring a dormant memory from school days.
No. Surely not?
She stood, walked across the office and right round behind the desk to the window. Looked straight down to the asphalt yard at the back of the warehouse. She inhaled some much-needed cool air into her lungs.
But yes. Basketball.
Lorenzo Hall—she just knew it was him—out there having himself some fun. If he’d been playing with even one other person she might have understood it—that he’d wanted to finish the game before seeing her. But there was no opponent to beat. He was playing alone—while she was waiting for a scheduled meeting with him. Long minutes up in his office—and it was for his benefit.
The irritation rose to a rolling boil. How come no one realised her time was precious too? She walked out of the office, her high heels clipping quickly down the stairs. She passed the receptionist, who was running in the other direction with the cord of her phone headset trailing after her.
‘Will Mr Hall be long, do you think?’ Sophy asked with extreme politeness.
The receptionist stopped, but looked harassed. ‘He’s not up there?’
Sophy gave the woman a cool stare. She didn’t know? Wasn’t she his receptionist? Where was the efficiency in this place—off on a holiday to Mars? She inhaled and crisped up even more. ‘Obviously not.’
The frown on the receptionist’s face deepened. ‘I’m sure I saw him earlier. You could look and see if he’s up on the third floor or try out the back.’ With that she was gone, hurrying to do whatever it was that was so urgent.
Sophy continued down the stairs and went through the doorway behind Reception. This was a meeting that had been arranged two days ago. He might be the newly crowned king of the wine exporters, but for the life of her she couldn’t figure out how he’d managed it. Not when he couldn’t even make it to a meeting on time. She found what had to be the door leading out to the yard. She paused for a second, squared her shoulders and then turned the handle, pulling the heavy wood back.
From what she’d seen at the window upstairs she’d known what she was about to face—but she hadn’t accounted for the effect it would have on her up close. She swallowed, momentarily speechless.
He had his back to her—a mightily broad back it was too, and very bronzed. Well, it would be from all the time he obviously spent out here—shirtless.
