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he way out of the hotel suite of the billionaire James Grayson. Wha

g if she could rem

n. He sucked her in with his elegant stylist's good looks and little-handsome grin. That gorge

a lovely, luxurious bath and when she was through. Grayson was nowhere to be found, so she grabbed her dr

. The hotel was doomed to fail, and it wouldn't be long before they were all out of work. It had been a week since she had completed the final financial report submitted by the accounting department, and her boss was now waiting for her to submit it. Nonetheless

ck to the sixties. But book smarts were not his forte. Stellar boss doesn’t quite make his list of strengths either, at least not in recent months. He had been

her. What does he want to talk about? Can he not wait for her to submit the final report

colleague invited her to the farewell party, where she ended up drunk and had a o

disappointment, and anguish. She sighed and ignored her boss's messages. He was a pain in the ass anyway, yet she was disappointed, especially when the boss she was supposed to be hel

some stupid wealthy mortal was willing to risk the

nd hard-working employee. No boyfriend since birth, she had become a prodigy in the Hudson Hotel's executive department and was very

as her first corporate job, and she had learned to love it. Yet it was hard t

when that job ref

rought-iron benches, and massive shade trees—but this morning she just wanted to sprint back to her small apartment, pull the covers over her head, and shut out the world. Luckily,

ng with a billionaire was way creepier than the Saw movie, not to mention he

the plate and knock the naive-innocent-ever role out of her own imaginary wall. She had to liv

sexy part of last night with James. All she had was a little pain in the gr

at mattered. She needed a job soon. She couldn't just leave her grandmother with her medical expenses alone. The ol

r after leaving the office, Honey would be waiting in their small living room with a carton of ice cream, a box of Kleenex, and two bottles of red wine, and she would proce

was to never give up on love. Actually, she’d drilled that into her long before she’d ever gotten sick. But what the hell h

gods, her grandmother was an hour away from her apartment. Otherwise, she would definitely earn some nasty words from the old woman. After all, she never knew her father or the man

inutes from the apartment, where she

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