Mr. Right, Spoil Me

“That… Just now that was…”

Biana realized then that there was still much she didn’t know. That woman from just now—to say what she’d said… could she really not know Andrew was already married? And her tone, it had been so knowing… as if she and Andrew were quite familiar indeed.

“That was Emily, the Director’s little princess. She’s the one I was talking about before, about showing love and tenderness toward women.”

“His little princess?” Bianca was floored. What on earth? Could these people truly not know that Andrew and Sarah were married?

Emily was already fading into the distance, and the female employee dragged Bianca into the elevator. “You’re new, so you don’t know. At this company, we’ve got a saying: don’t upset the Director, and absolutely do not mess with his beloved Emily. He dotes on her beyond belief.”

“Really?” Bianca quirked a brow. What about Sarah? She was his wife… did that make Emily his mistress?

Thinking about it now, it did seem normal. A man like Andrew Bask, standing at the very top of society, perfect in every way… of course women would want him. And what man like that would consent to being with only one woman?

Moreover, Emily was lovely in every way—her figure, her features, her bearing. She too was a class above. Just now she’d sounded like a teacher… a person of such caliber surely was everyone’s dream girl.

“Mr. Bask really likes her?”

“Of course. To him she is above reproach in every respect. She could do anything she wants here, anything at all, and get away with it. All of us see how he pampers her.”

“Does he intend to marry her, then?” asked Bianca innocently. She wanted to figure out exactly how many people knew he was already married.

“Obviously, it’s only a matter of time. I just hope I’m invited to the wedding.”

stand in to process all this. She’d never anticipated a man like Andrew, so staid and loyal, would have

this from her so well. She’d thought there no

a wife at home, then find another woman elsewhere when he grew sick of her… then, growing sick of the other, to return to the one at home. It seemed Andrew had been living

But did Sarah know?

Bianca wanted badly to go to Andrew’s office and have a look. Just thinking of him, her heart beat faster. Although his having a mistress was, in a word, suboptimal, it was just like her father. He’d had many women, of whom she and her sister had known, but

happened between them in his office? The possibility strengthened her resolve to go and see, but what could she possibly

and more worked up…

…

quite near their

yours, go on

the same lunch as his box, even the

eat it before

old place had been moved over already, so she’d decided

be careful not to keep the director starving.”

exactly the same,

would think

right, ma’am. The director wanted me to tell you something,”

tilted her head. “What is it?”

he wouldn’t want to go back to work. He said he’s missed you all morning, and you should call him every other hour.