Billionaire's Accidental Wife

Chapter 26

One week later.

Dave became nothing but a pain in the ass.

And it was mere luck that the man was gone for a meeting, so here she was, manning the phones, trying not to die of boredom, hunger, and second-hand entitlement from all the asshats who thought that ‘personal assistant’ was an archaic English word for ‘person put on Earth to cater to Dave’s every whim and whom it was appropriate to scream at if she did not immediately divine his exact wishes through telepathy.’ Goodness, the man was a jerk. How did she even fall in love with this asshole anyway?

She could see one of those female field asshats approaching, and it was with considerable relief that she saw one of the phones light up. She grabbed at it like a lifeline.

“Brown Inc., how can I help you?” “Hey, Chelsea, it’s Catherine. Time to gossip?” Wow, she didn’t call her on her phone, but here in the office. “Sure thing, ma’am, I’ll walk you through that right now. It should only take about an hour,” she mumbled sweetly.

Asshat made an annoyed face but moved off to look for someone with a more open schedule to harass.

”That scared her off?” Catherine asked and giggled…

“I still don’t know how you did that job before with Shawn. I had just one jerk yelling at me all day, and that practically had me running for the hills.”

“Dave is yelling at you? Tell me and I shall bite the hell out of him for being rude.”

“Nah, he ignored me since day one when I didn’t go home with him,” Chelsea muttered and mentally rolled her eyes.

“In Sebastian’s mansion?”

“Yes, now Dave lives in his apartment.”

“Good, so are you OK with him ignoring you?” “Of course, it’s better than trying to be nice, Catherine.”

“Oh really?” Catherine asked.

the hills are. Anyway, yeah, the

her. But

nothing to talk about but children

talked me into a business

complained. “I’m so hungover I can’t even get excited about being in London yet. Thank goodness I have the week–I’m going to make time

at all?” Chelsea

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wish,” Catherine said with a sigh. “They tore down the

more about her travel plans, with her occasionally going into fake professional – speak when someone walked by or putting her on hold when someone came up with an issue that actually fell into her job

was toying with for Jane’s trousseau. She didn’t usually work with leather, but she knew Jane had a thing for the spy team of Steed and Mrs. Peel, and she thought she could put together a sort of homage to one of Mrs. Peel’s kinky leather catsuits. The trick would be to find leather that had been tanned and cured until it was soft as velvet –maybe she could line it with real velvet as well. She would have to cut it just right so that it gripped

Jane popped up, ‘Girl are you done with the

“Ahem.”

if the speaker had already seen it. Her face didn’t give me any clue either. It was the accounting manager, a middle-aged woman whose expression always suggested that she was sucking on a lemon while trying desperately not to let

inquired. “Can I help

face indicated. Her voice sounded a little worried, the way a

ma’am, I’ll have to call you back,” she said in

you for doing business with Brown Inc.” She looked back up at the Lemon again, who was fidgeting like

again? Because I have to say, I think

like she thinks the thought police are going to rappel down from the ceiling and disappear her for having fun at work. This time, though, she didn’t smile at all. Neither

just go discuss it in my

answered back. “But I’m supposed

short and unassuming that she’d dismissed her as Miss Lemon’s shadow. “If you’re not in the middle of anything Oh,

held out her wrists like a suspect being collared.