Falling for her bossâ¦
Pippa canât believe her luck. Not only has she landed a job as a PA in a Dubain firm for her final year at uni, but sheâll also be working for Jumalâan old friend of her brotherâs, who sheâs had a childhood crush on since for ever. It should be perfectâtwelve months of sun, sand and swooning over the boss!
The reality isnât quite so glamorous. Not only is her employer demanding and uptight, heâs also considerably older than her and engaged to somebody else. Itâs hopeless. Heâs weighed down by expectation and responsibilities, while she is feisty, carefree and full of fun. They are simply not supposed to be together.
But when Pippaâs twenty-first birthday night out ends unexpectedly in a sinister twist, Jumal knows he has to protect his friendâs little sister at all costs. When he moves her into his apartment to keep her close, could filing for the boss turn into a fling with him after all?
His Irresistible Darling
Sarah Randall
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Version date: 2018-07-23
SARAH RANDALL
lives with her family in Lancashire and firmly believes that woman can survive on a diet of hot bubble baths, chocolate, red wine and a good romance bookâpreferably all at the same time.
To my husband, the finest runner of bubble baths, procurer of chocolate and pourer of the vino. I love you like orange Smarties.
For the written record, I accept full responsibility for the police incident in France. Je suis tres desole!
Canât wait for our own senior âgapâ year and I promise to keep the helpful driving suggestions to myself.
To my Mum and Gemma â the best Guinea Pigs ever!
Chapter One
âPIPPAAAA!!!â
In the chart of âPippa Darlingâs Top Ten Bad Decisionsâ this one was right up there. Not number one, oh no, but definitely right up there and definitely ahead of number five, featuring the time sheâd borrowed her brotherâs ten-day-old Porsche for a trip into Leeds for an evening lecture and introduced it to a beautiful ancient oak tree. The car was a write-off, she was fine, but the proud oak still bore the scars and she insisted on yelling an apology to him each time she drove by. In at number four was the time she ignored her motherâs warning and decided that DIY tanning was absolutely the way to go before her high school graduation prom. A non-mover at number three consisted of a teenage break-up with Jimmy Stears (as a direct result of the aforementioned DIY tanning incident) and a night where a bag of giant chocolate buttons, a tube of Smarties (okay, three tubes of Smarties), a jug of premixed mojito and a mobile telephone were never going to be a good combination. Drinking and dialling: lesson learned. A new entry at number two would be her decision to come and spend months away from her home and her family in the oppressive heat of the Middle East, truly bonkers for a country girl more used to the frigid winds of the North York Moors, but still not enough to take the coveted number one spot held by a non-mover for the last, oh, four-hundred-odd weeks. Arguably a crush wasnât really a conscious decision thoughâ¦right? It was just an annoyance, like that Bryan Adams songâ
âPIPPAAAA!!!â
Pip rolled her eyes and let out an exaggerated sigh as she pushed back from her computer desk with both hands and briefly looked to the heavens. Over the last couple of months, sheâd grown to hate her name when it was being yelled at the top of her bossâs voice. Even if said voice, when not bellowing at her, was the sexiest panty-wetting accent she had ever heard and could cause her body to have chills even in the aforementioned heat of the midday sun. Damn the man, aka âThe Crushâ.