Todos los capítulos de The Billionaire Romantic getaway: Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

Mandy checked with the front desk and asked to be notified if there was any major change in her dad’s condition. It took everything not to cry as she left and took a cab back to the office so she could collect her car. Finally alone, she let the tears fall.“Only till you get to your apartment. Then it stops,” she mumbled to herself. She grabbed a Kleenex and mopped her face. For one split second in the elevator she had thought Carl had been flirting with her. With her! Then it had all been blown to smut and he told her he’d said the words because he felt sorry for her. Pity compliments? Life didn’t get any lower.She blew her nose and wiped her tears away with the back of her hand as she approached the house. Pressing the button to open the gates she opened her window, hoping the fresh air would hide the redness on her face.Thankfully she didn’t see Carl’s car or the driver he used during business hours at the office. She pulled into her usual spot and hurried out of the car, keepin

“Ms. Connors have that report on my desk by tonight. I also need you to pick up my dry cleaning in an hour, and the people from the Anderson Company are coming in tonight so I need you to look at meeting room five and make sure it’s ready for them.”“Okay.” Mandy marked everything in her tablet. “Do you want me to bring your dry cleaning up here to the office?”He glanced down. “Is this suit wrinkled?”She let her eyes travel slowly down and then up his handsome body. “It looks good to me,” she whispered.“Then if you don’t mind just taking it home, I can grab it from you there.” He had made no mention of her birthday dinner two weeks ago, and neither had she.He snapped his fingers. “I’ll also have MacBane bring dinner over. I asked him to make some for you as well.”Mandy blinked, the word out of her mouth before she could catch it. “Why?”He chuckled. “It’s going to be a very late night tonight and I’m not in the mood for takeout again. I can’t starve you, though people might think

Mandy stared at the reflection in the mirror. For someone who hated to look at herself, she was starting to spend a lot more time seeing herself for the first time, again and again. She touched her neck, the three small finger-pressed bruises had gone and she was glad Stephen wouldn’t be at the dinner tonight to celebrate her father’s birthday. He had to work late, according to Claudia.Carl had offered to come with her to the dinner. Not because he wanted to dine with her, but because he had felt obligated to provide protection in case Stephen showed up. Since their wild night over a week ago things had gone from awkward to back to semi-normal. She shouldn’t have spent the night. She should have gone back to her place instead of staying tangled in his sheets. His compliments and sexy smile had convinced her otherwise.In the early hours of the morning, she had slipped out of his bed and gone back to her suite. She’d changed into workout clothes and gone for a run on the treadmill to

“How’s the new computer?” Carl asked her the next day, his tone having a certain edge to it, like he didn’t want her to snap at him.“It’s nice,” Mandy replied as she sat in his office going through the week’s schedule. She flipped the planner so it would sync up with his. They needed to keep things safe and distant, and she would prove to him that it was the best situation for both of them.Carl sat behind his desk going over a folder in front of him. “We have a lot of things to go over before the meeting with the investors.” He frowned and set a sheet of paper aside. “I need you to make sure everything’s in order so we can get the best deal. This is what’s going to get the investors sold on the project.” He gestured to the files on his desk, which was supposed to be their chaperone. It was full of different sketches for a new computer software program that made improvements on current models of voice dictation programs.There was a polite knock on the door that led to the lobby.“Co

Mandy SIGHED CONTEMPLATIVELY as she looked at the new clothes Carl had bought her. She had no idea how much he had spent. He wouldn’t let her look at the price tags as they shopped. In return, she refused to let him buy her clothes that were non-work related, even though he tried once during the shopping spree. She ended up with new suits, silk blouses, and some office-friendly dresses that all made her look like she was a CEO herself and not just a personal assistant. He told her he wanted her to look like she had power, and look good at the same time. He was going to have her attend more business meetings and maybe even entertain some of the clients’ wives, if she was interested, while their husbands were in meetings for negotiations. “My only condition is that I ask to approve the clothes you wear,” he said. “The last thing I need is for you to be looking so sexy that the men will be more focussed on you than the negotiations, or that the wives get jealous.”As if there were any cl