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Cathy Williams - Powerful Boss, Prim Miss Jones

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We shouldbe working she said breathlessly as he strolled towards her as - photo 1

We shouldbe working she said breathlessly as he strolled towards her, as relaxed and as determined as a tiger moving in on its cornered prey.

Yes, I know, but Im willing to break all my own rules. For you. His fabulous dark eyes glittered with intent and heat pooled in the pit of her stomach. She was mesmerised by the flare of passion in his eyes and, like a moth to a flame, she took a couple of steps towards him, reaching out and then stifling a moan of response as he pulled her towards him.

Andreas felt a powerful surge of possession as his mouth descended on hers. She had offered half-hearted protests, and it was to her credit that she hadnt leapt upon his generous suggestion that she accompany him back to London when the time came for him to take his leave, but her acquiescence now felt good.

He continued to kiss her as he propelled her the short distance to his desk, at which point he effortlessly lifted her so that she was sitting on the desk in front of him.

One of my fantasies, he said hoarsely, as he unbuttoned her white shirt with unsteady fingers. My desk in London is as big as a bed, but Ive never wondered what it would be like to see my woman splayed out naked on it.

Cathy Williams is originally from Trinidad, but has lived in England for a number of years. She currently has a house in Warwickshire, which she shares with her husband Richard, her three daughters, Charlotte, Olivia and Emma, and their pet cat Salem. She adores writing romantic fiction, and would love one of her girls to become a writeralthough at the moment she is happy enough if they do their homework and agree not to bicker with one another!

CHAPTER ONE

NO, NO and no. I couldnt have that woman around me. Did you notice that she had a moustache? James Greystone, seventy-two years old, and at present sedately ensconced in his wheelchair by the bay window which overlooked some of the sprawling acreage that encompassed his estate, did nothing to conceal his horror at the thought of it. At the mere suggestion of it. The woman would be better suited to boot camp. She had a voice like a foghorn and the body of a sumo wrestler. Im shocked that you would even entertain the thought of having her anywhere near me! Having dismissed this latest casualty, he settled his gaze on his godson, who was leaning against the wall, hands casually in his trouser pockets, feet lightly crossed at the ankle.

Andreas sighed and strolled to join his godfather at the bay window where he looked out in silence at lawns leading down to fields, culminating in a copse which was barely visible in the distance. The late-summer sunshine gave the gently rolling, peaceful landscape a picture-postcard beauty.

He never forgot that all thisthe grounds, the magnificent house, every single appendage of a lifestyle his father could never in a million years have affordedwas his thanks to the old man sitting in the wheelchair next to him. James Greystone had employed Andreass father as his chauffeur and general odd-job man at a time when finding employment for an immigrant had not been easy. He had accommodated Andreass mother when, two years later, she had appeared on the scene and had similarly found suitable work for her to do. In the absence of any of his own children, when Andreas had arrived he had treated him as his own. Had put him through the finest schools, schools that had helped to develop Andreass precocious and prodigious talents. Even now Andreas could remember his father sitting in the same room as they were in now, playing the old man at a game of chess with his cup of coffee going cold on the table next to him.

Andreas owed James Greystone pretty much everything, but there was far more to their relationship than duty. Andreas loved his godfather even though he could be grumpy, eccentric andas he was nowvirtually impossible.

Shes the twenty-second person weve interviewed, James.

His godfather grunted and maintained a steady silence as Maria, his faithful retainer of well over fifteen years now, brought him the small glass of port which he knew he was technically not really allowed to drink.

I know. Its impossible to get good staff these days.

Andreas did his best not to indulge his godfathers sense of humour. With very little encouragement James Greystone would derail the whole interviewing process, because he just didnt like the fact that he needed a carer, someone to help him with his exercises, handle some of his paperwork and take him out of the house now and again. He didnt like the wheelchair which he was temporarily obliged to use. He didnt like having to ask anyone to lend him a hand doing anything. He didnt want anyone to have the final say over what he could and couldnt eat and could and couldnt do. In short, he was finding it hard to come to terms with the fact that he had had a serious heart attack and was now practically on bed-rest, by order of the doctor. He had played merry hell with the nurses at the hospital and was now intent on torpedoing every single candidate for the job of personal assistant. He flatly refused to use the term nursemaid.

In the meantime, Andreass life was temporarily on hold. He commuted to his office by private helicopter when his presence was urgently required, but he had more or less taken up residence in the manor houseimporting his work to him, communicating via email and conference call, accessing the world from the confines of his godfathers mansion when he was accustomed to being in the heart of the city. Somerset was undeniably beautiful. It was also undeniably inconvenient.

Getting a little sick of my company, Andreas?

Getting a little sick, James, of running into a brick wall every time we interview someone for the job. So far the complaints have ranged fromlets seelooked too feeble to handle a wheelchair; not sufficiently switched on; too switched on so wouldnt last; seemed shifty; personal hygiene problems; too overweight; didnt click. Not forgetting this latesthad a moustache.

Excellent recall! James shouted triumphantly. Now youre beginning to see the tricky situation Im in! He took a surreptitious swig of his port and eyed his godson to gauge his next move.

The moustached lady seemed all right, Andreas observed, ignoring his godfathers smug look at his minor victory in getting his godson to agree that the fifty-five-year-old Ms Pearson might have been a challenging candidate. Four more to see tomorrowbut shes on the short list, like it or not. End of conversation.

Andreas had no doubt that the extremely efficient agency which was currently supplying them with possibilities would lose patience sooner or later, and when that happened he had no idea what he would do.

As it was, the past two weeks had comprised the longest stint he had ever had out of his office, holidays included. Empires didnt run themselves, as he had once told his godfather, and his empire had so many tentacles that controlling them all was an art form that required an ability to juggle work above and beyond the average.

Not that Andreas objected. Brains and talent had seen him cruise through his academic career. Rejecting all offers of help from his godfather, he had left university to embark on his fledgling career in the City. He had moved quickly and effortlessly from the risky trade markets with sufficient capital to set up his own company. Within ten short years he had become a force to be reckoned with in the field of mergers and acquisitions, but when Andreas bought he bought shrewdly and he bought for keeps. Now, in addition to a niche and highly profitable publishing-outfit, he owned a string of first-class boutique hotels in far-flung places, three media companies and a computer company that was right up there in pushing the boundaries of the World Wide Web. He had managed thus far to weave a clever path through the recession, which was revealing gaping inadequacies in companies all over the world; he knew that he was regarded as virtually untouchable. It was a reputation he liked.

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