Robyn Grady - Hired For The Boss's Bed by Anja

Author:Anja
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Published: 2012-05-19T19:00:06+00:00

CHAPTER NINE

ONLY hours after making love to Serena, David stood in the centre of his home’s grandiose foyer—colossal chandelier overhead, upbeat music playing, the first of his guests arriving for the big event.

He should be pumped about it. Tonight would play an integral role in keeping that client happy. But the bigger part of him couldn’t wait to get the crowd out so he and Serena could test his bed in the master suite. The shower in the pool house had been sensational, twice.

‘One more time’ hadn’t been nearly enough.

Resplendent in black tuxedo, Greg Harold from a rival agency had arrived with his vivacious wife five minutes earlier. Recording agent guru, Snork Merril—strange name, strange man—had made his much-heralded appearance with partner, Phil Daniels. Over a hundred guests so far, some looking as though they’d come in fancy dress, others straight from a rave party. And still no Serena.

He was beginning to worry. All sorts of scenarios were taking shape in his mind. She was held up at work, injured in a car accident.

Boarding a plane.

His stomach muscles contracted.

In fact, he couldn’t wait any longer. He wouldn’t settle till he dialled her cell and she picked up. He’d just check the entrance a final time.

He turned in time to see the witch swoop in through his front door.

‘Hello, Rachel.’ His smile was thin but polite. ‘Glad you could make it.’

She sashayed up with her usual air, then smoothed the cobalt-coloured fabric of her tight cocktail number. Her ebony eyes said, Don’t feed me that crap; this should be my launch to run, while her vocal cords chimed, ‘I’m so glad to be here.’ She flung her brunette waves and an unimpressed look around. ‘Where’s Serena?’

‘She’ll be here soon. A few last-minute details to attend to.’

Rachel looked scandalously pleased. ‘At this late hour? I hope she has things under control…’ she paused for effect ‘…for everyone’s sake.’

After a manufactured start, she waved an arm in greeting. ‘Sedwick Rottell!’

A middle-aged broadsheet editor, sporting a silver goatee and unlaced sneakers, rotated his hand in the air as if he were royalty.

Rachel set off. ‘Good luck, David. Let me know if you need any help.’

David mumbled under his breath, ‘Not likely.’

‘Pardon?’

At the voice at his back, he spun around. One elbow slammed into something warm and soft. Both hands shot out to blindly steady the situation. They caught Serena, who stood, face pinched, before him. She was rubbing an upper arm.

An impulse grabbed him. He thrust his hands into his pockets to keep them from doing things he might regret.

Not now. Manners first. Lovin’ later.

Her expression warmed. He tipped towards her and murmured, ‘You make me hot.’

‘And you made me late. I wanted to be extra early.’

‘Well, now you’re extra clean.’

She play-slapped his chest, then began talking, but he was engrossed drinking in the picture of a woman who’d never looked more dazzling. Silky hair flipped up in a glittering hairdo, an exquisite full-length gown—pale pink, hugging but sophisticated—

and a face that was a hundred times more beautiful than any model’s.

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