In Love with the Boss
From pennies to pearls, the Rush sisters are swept off their feet by their handsome bosses!
Sisters Patience and Piper Rush might not have had much growing up but they always had each other, through good times and bad. Now, oceans apart, can they find comfort, safety and acceptance in the arms of their drop-dead-gorgeous bosses?
In June 2015 â¦
Patience finds herself falling for the man of her dreams in A Millionaire for Cinderella
And
In September 2015.
Piperâs heart is captured by her brooding Parisian boss in Beauty & Her Billionaire Boss Only in Mills & Boon>® Cherishâ¢!
CHAPTER ONE
THERE SHOULD BE a law against a man looking so good in a tuxedo. Staring at the man asleep in the chair, Piper felt an appreciative shiver. Monsieur Frederic Lafontaine had shed his jacket and untied his tie, yet he still looked like a million dollars, what with the way his shirt pulled taut across his linebacker-sized shoulders. She had to start using his dry cleaner. The guy must have been sprawled here for hours, and yet his clothes didnât have a single wrinkle. Piperâs uniform wouldnât last five minutes. In factâshe ran a hand down the front of her black skirtâit hadnât.
Then again, she didnât have cheekbones that could cut glass or thick brown hair that begged to be touched, either. Maybe perfection came in bundles.
Taking a deep breath, she touched his shoulder and tried not to think about the broad muscles beneath her fingers. Eight months of working for the man, and she still hadnât shaken her attraction. âMonsieur? You need to wake up. Itâs after seven oâclock.â
When he didnât respond, she shook his shoulder again, this time a little more aggressively. The motion did the trick. Slowly, his eyes opened, and he blinked unseeingly. âYou fell asleep in the chair,â she told him.
âOh.â His voice was thick with sleep, making it deeper and rougher than usual. âWhatâwhat time is it?â
âSeven fifteen.â
âWhat?â He bolted to his feet, arms akimbo, his right hand connecting with the cup of coffee Piper set on the end table only seconds before. The cup took flight, sending coffee over everything.
âDammit!â he hollered as the hot liquid splashed his shirt. He immediately started pulling at the cloth, lifting it from his skin. âHow many times have I told you, you must tell me when you put something within reach? You know I canât see anything put to the side.â
It was hard to say much of anything seeing as how he jumped up before she had a chance to open her mouth. âIâll get you a towel.â
âDonât bother.â Heâd already yanked the shirt free from his waistband. âClean up the rest of the spill before it stains the carpet. Iâm going to take a shower.â He turned to head upstairs.
âWait,â Piper called.
Moving this time before he could speak, she scooped up the cup from where it had fallen on the carpet, half an inch from the toe of his shoe. âYou were going to crush it,â she said, holding the china teacup in front of his face.
If he appreciated her heads-up behavior, he didnât say so. âTell Michel when he arrives that I will be ready shortly. And make sure my briefcase is by the front door. On the left,â he added with emphasis.
As if she would leave it somewhere else. Piper bit back the sarcastic response. She learned a long time ago that some fights werenât meant to be won. Arguing with a man who was wearing hot coffee on his stomach was definitely one of those fights. Instead, she waited until heâd stalked his way upstairs, then treated herself to a glare in his direction. It would serve him right if she moved his bag to the right just to spite him. Because goodness knows the world might end if the briefcase was on the wrong side of the doorway.
Not that she would actually move the thing. Put out or not, she wasnât so petty that sheâd pick on a blind manâor half-blind man as the case may be. Truth was, nitpicky as they were, monsieurâs ârulesâ served a purpose. When she took this job, it was made very clear his limited field of vision required everything in the house to be just so. Chief on the list was that nothing should be set to the side without his knowledge. His lack of peripheral vision might cause a mishap, heâd explained. Most of the time, the system worked. There were times in fact, such as when he crossed the room with his slow, purposeful strides, that Piper forgot the man had trouble seeing.