His Contract Bride, The Real Heiress

n a way. Serena imagined she was shredding the NDA

back and forth, shouting into headsets. Apparently

her office, looking fran

snapped. "Countr

hing paper dust of

e VIP in Conference Room B. Go to the break room. Get the blackest coffee you can f

it?" Ser

pop star. He's threatening to pull his endorsement deal

ured a cup of the sludge that passed

s were glass, but the blinds were drawn t

K! Are you deaf? Do I

shed the

cowering against the wall. In the center of t

hair and the voice that made teenage girls faint. He wa

shrieked, spinning around

fro

landed

stress ball dropped from his hand, rolling acro

ves held their breath, waiting fo

had seen through the smoke and blood in Syria two years ago. The eyes of the soldier who

thed, taking a step

single finger to her lips in a u

g finger. Tap. Tap-tap. Tap. A rhythmic pattern th

. She was undercover. He saw the flannel,

r shifting instantly. The diva vanished.

me?" Landon asked, his voi

ed the cup on the table. "Blac

p. He took a sip. It wa

on whispered. "Best

ching, their jaws on the floor. They couldn't hear the wor

r. "Please," he said, ge

here," she murmured. "From a commune in Montana.

st genuine smile he'd worn in

w! This intern! She has such... rural charm!

fusion. "Mr. Landon? Is everything okay? This is just o

on't interrupt us. She is explaining the... the in

acked out,

He was on his way to a board meeting, flanked

sto

his face inches from Serena's. Landon was looking at her with an intensity that looked susp

spike of acid hi

t was... protectiveness. Fo

temperature in the roo

s voice like a whip crack. "I

e sensed the hostility in Julian, and

uilding, Sterling," Landon snapped. "In fa

ooked at Serena. She looked

Julian said coldly.

d, crossing his arms. "Sh

looked at Landon. The air

spat. "But she