For the last year, Emma has watched as Alaric Canon roll through personal assistants as each of them doesn’t measure up to his impossible standards. With his piercing eyes and the way that his suits fit his body, Emma decides she needs a plan to get noticed by the temperamental Mr. Canon. When her number comes up to be his PA, however, the plan goes awry and she is definitely noticed…not exactly how she had hoped.
“Emma! You have got to wake up.”Canon is holding me, but I feel jostled. He’s been shaking me. I gulp down air.“Shhh.” His hand smoothes my hair out of my face and down my back. Pulling back, he looks at me. “I thought…oh, God, I thought you were being…and I heard you, and I could see the lights, and then and then and th—oh, my God, what the motherfuck are you wearing?”He propels himself backward from the bed.This is all so weird. I look down and remember the pity party that ended in donning a peach negligee with black lace inlays and fabric that makes Clara’s sheer robe look like plaid flannel.“This? This is actually lingerie.”I told him he would know it if I wore it. I don’t do things halfway.“Wh-Why?”Deer in headlights. Yeah, that description works here.And just to keep things straight, I’m sporting the headlights.Maybe we could call them blips.I may have just set off the radar…There’s something about flustered Alaric Canon I can’t get enough of. I’m practically naked, yet he’s the one uncomfortable.“Why? What did you expect me to wear?” I stand to usher him out…and show off the cute little coordinating panties. “Did you think I sleep in the nude?”“Goodnight, Ms. Baker,” he calls behind him. He has already crossed the hall.“And a goodnight to you, Mr. Canon.”
Catch ya in the lounge...