Crazy About Her Impossible Boss
A man in a million… There’s only one problem: he’s her boss! Lucinda Starling has lost faith happy-ever-afters. She protects the important things: her young son and her job working for entrepreneur Angus Wolfe. Her boss must never know she’s crazy about him! Until one evening when he looks at her like she’s the only woman in the world…
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A man in a million…
There’s only one problem: he’s her boss!
Single mom Lucinda Starling has lost faith in love or happy-ever-afters. She must protect the important things: her young son and her job working for entrepreneur Angus Wolfe! Her commitmentphobe boss must never know she’s crazy about him! Until one evening at a conference he looks at her like she’s the only woman in the world… Dare she risk all and be tempted by Angus?
Australian author ALLY BLAKE loves reading and strong coffee, porch swings and dappled sunshine, beautiful notebooks and soft, dark pencils. Her inquisitive, rambunctious, spectacular children are her exquisite delight. And she adores writing love stories so much she’d write them even if nobody read them. No wonder, then, having sold over four million copies of her romance novels worldwide, Ally is living her bliss. Find out more about Ally’s books at allyblake.com.
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Hired: The Boss’s Bride
Dating the Rebel Tycoon
Millionaire Dad’s SOS
Hired by the Mysterious Millionaire
A Week with the Best Man
The Royals of Vallemont miniseries
Rescuing the Royal Runaway Bride
Amber and the Rogue Prince
Discover more at millsandboon.co.uk.
ISBN: 978-0-008-90315-2
CRAZY ABOUT HER IMPOSSIBLE BOSS
© 2019 Ally Blake
Published in Great Britain 2019
by Mills & Boon, an imprint of HarperCollinsPublishers 1 London Bridge Street, London, SE1 9GF
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To Jamie, Merle and Ryan and the gorgeous staff
at my ‘office’, aka Café Bliss.
They know me by name, point out excitedly when my
favourite booth is free, and let me rent a table any time
for the price of a latte and a piece of cake.
True patrons of the arts!
Contents
Note to Readers
LUCINDA. PICK UP. Lucinda. Pickup. Lucinda. Pickup.
Lucinda’s fingers hovered over the keyboard keys right as the voice stopped, their ends tingling from typing ninety-plus words a minute.
She cocked an ear but couldn’t tell where the voice had come from.
From her desk—aka The Guard Tower Blocking All From Entrance Into Her Boss’s Sacred Space—she could see all the way from his corner office, down the hall past Reception to the lifts at the end, and there was no one nearby.
She went back to typing and…
Lucinda. Pick up. Lucinda. Pick up. Lucinda. Pick up.
With a huff, she lifted her fingers from the keys and zeroed in on the sound.
It was coming from her phone, which was lit up beseechingly by her elbow. Someone had added a new ringtone. The picture smiling back at her gave her a fair idea who was behind the deep, gravelly voice.
Biting her lips to suppress a scowl—or possibly a smile—Lucinda pressed the little red “end call” dot on the screen, flicking the call to voicemail. She was a busy woman. The man could wait.
Straightening her shoulders, Lucinda found her spot on the screen once more, pressed a quick finger to her earbud and picked up the trail of the conversation in her ear as Dahlia—Executive Assistant to the Head of Advertising at the Melbourne Ballet Company—continued her story about the man who’d stood her up for drinks the night before.
