The billionaire ceo and the country girl
emnants of the wine from the previous night. She shifted slightly, only to feel the warmth of another body b
lying next to her. His face, usually so stoic and commanding, was now relaxed in sleep. For a brief
t, panic setting in. This wasn't just any man-it was her boss. A rude, powerfu
athroom. Staring at her reflection in the mirror, she barely recognized the woman staring
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liar surroundings. The soft, pastel tones of Emily's bedroom were a
ts of the previous night played in his mind like a movie reel-t
dressed but visibly flustered. Her eyes darted to him a
he said, her voice b
is expression unr
sing down on them. Emily fidgeted with the hem of her blouse,
an, her voice trembling. "But I think
w tightened.
der his intense gaze. "It can't happen again. I work
something unreadable passing t
cheeks flushing. "Tha
ing cold. "You're right. It can't h
ected. She nodded stiffly, refusing
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thing had happened. But as she stepped into the bustling halls of Har
ow whispered behind her back. Their sideways
up in the world," one of th
tone clipped and formal whenever they had to speak. It was as if he'd built a wa
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to's sharp-eyed grandmothe
mily?" she asked, her ton
ing the bridge of his
e's a lovely girl, Roberto. You sh
d. She was under the impression that Emily was the daughter o
you think she is,"
e has poise, intelligence, and ch
e their complicated night, he couldn't deny that there was somethin
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beginnings were a far cry from the glitz and glamour of his lifestyle. The whispers in the office only
mall apartment, Emily's phone bu
ner tomorrow. I
ting. She wanted to decline, but Margaret's k