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“Your carriage awaits, my lady,” Max Fleming said, with a bow. “Cinderella shall go to the ball.”
“Oh, right,” Jilly said. “And who are you supposed to be? Prince Charming?”
“Isn’t that supposed to be Rich Blake’s role?” he replied, offering her his arm.
She pulled a face. “Richie? He wouldn’t know how. But if you’re not Prince Charming, who are you?”
He tutted. “You don’t recognize me without my wand?”
She laughed. “You’re my fairy godmother?”
“Godfather.”
She laughed again. “You look more like the demon king.”
“Wrong story.”
She turned her head to look at him. “Maybe.” But with his silver-streaked hair, suntanned face and dark eyes, Max Fleming looked thoroughly dangerous.
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Falling for the boss can mean trouble, so our gorgeous heroes and lively heroines all struggle to resist their feelings of attraction for each other. But somehow love always ends up top of the agenda. And it isn’t just a nine-to-five affair…Mixing business with pleasure carries on after hours—and ends in marriage!
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Taming the Boss by Pamela Bauer and Judy Kaye
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Dating Her Boss
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CONTENTS
CHAPTER ONE
MAXIM FLEMING was irritable. Seriously irritable. And his sister, at the other end of the telephone line, was being left in no doubt of that fact.
‘All I’m asking you to do is find me a temporary secretary, Amanda. I’m not being difficult…’ he ignored the hoot of derision from the other end of the line ‘…I just want a girl who knows what she’s doing.’
‘Max—’
Her attempt to stall his complaint was brushed impatiently aside. ‘Is that such a problem?’
‘Max. Darling—’
He continued to ignore the slight warning beneath the honeyed tone of her voice. ‘Someone who can type accurately, take a little shorthand—’
‘Your idea of a little shorthand does not coincide with mine or any of the perfectly competent secretaries I have already sent you,’ she broke in sharply. Then she gave a little sigh. ‘Not many girls do shorthand seriously these days, Max…’ At least not the kind of girls she had sent to her brother, but then she and Max had entirely different agendas—a fact she suspected he had discovered for himself. But she wasn’t admitting a thing. ‘Wouldn’t it be easier to haul yourself into the twentieth century and use a dictaphone?’
‘Is this an admission that the famous Garland Agency isn’t able to provide a competent secretary?’
His tone was rich with irony. He definitely knew. But Amanda refused to rise to her tormenting brother’s jibe. ‘I didn’t say that, Max. But you’ll have to give me time. Your standards are so high—’
‘I haven’t got time and Garland Girls are supposed to be the best,’ he reminded her crisply. ‘I’m quite willing to pay top rates for a secretary who can type accurately and take dictation a fraction faster than the speed she can write in longhand. Surely that’s not too much to ask from London’s pre-eminent secretarial agency?’
‘And your temper is so short,’ she completed, ignoring his question. ‘You’ve been through some of the best secretaries in London in the space of a fortnight.’
‘Best!’ He left unsaid the obvious comment that, if they were the best she could offer, he never wanted to be within shouting distance of the worst.
‘I have had not one word of complaint, nothing in fact but the highest praise for my girls from anyone else.’ Which was true, but then she hadn’t been mixing work with matchmaking for
