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.

your life,” Chelsea added. “I bet you don’t even know where the hills are. Anyway, yeah, the hyena’s headed

you later. Let’s not talk about her. But let’s talk about you.” Catherine let

nothing to talk about but

OK. Fine. Well, I cannot believe Shawn talked me into

“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 around the meetings to see

headquarters at all?” Chelsea asked. “Maybe see some of those old

e.

a sigh. “They tore down the old headquarters

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

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

from Jane popped up, ‘Girl are

“Ahem.”

closing the message as she did so, though she wasn’t sure 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 on how much she wanted to spit it

she inquired. “Can I help you with

Miss Lemon’s face indicated. Her voice sounded a little worried, the

call you back,” she

Brown Inc.” She looked back up at the

again? Because I have to say, I

friends, with the way she rattles on, though okay, the woman’s smile usually looks a little nervous like she thinks the thought police are going to rappel down from the ceiling and disappear her for

discuss it in my office,

“But I’m supposed to be manning

Lemon said, gesturing to a mousy little intern so short and unassuming that she’d dismissed her as Miss Lemon’s shadow. “If you’re not in the middle of anything Oh, just wasting company time talking to my

stood up and held out her wrists like a suspect being collared.