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Автор Мишель Дуглас
The new boss...
Her family hotel has just been taken over and Wynne needs to do whatever it takes to seem bright, breezy and unflappable. Easier said than done! If she can work nicely with the charismatic Xavier Ramos then her colleagues might just keep their jobs...
Xavier has no qualms about ruthlessly transforming a homely motel into a chic boutique hotel—only, he has a fight on his hands against fiery Wynne! While he’s busy taking over her hotel, with every battle he finds she’s taking another piece of his heart...
“What kind of comfort are you offering me, Wynne?”
She glanced up into his eyes. The cold, calculated hardness in them—so at odds with his touch and his words—made her shrink back inside of herself. She took a step away from him, tugging her hand free. “Not that kind of comfort. ”
Her voice sounded like it belonged to somebody else.
“Are you sure?”
How could he make his voice so warm when his eyes were so hard?
“Positive. ”
“Because I do not fraternize with my staff. ”
She prickled at the threat latent in his words—that if she attempted to fraternize with him, he’d see it as grounds for instant dismissal. She couldn’t be dismissed. Not yet.
She drew herself up to her full height. “If by fraternize you mean sleep with, then let me assure you that you’re safe from me. ” She whirled around and made for the conference room. “You’re not my type,” she hurled over her shoulder.
The Spanish Tycoon’s Takeover
Michelle Douglas
To Janet,
who always champions the underdog
and expects no thanks in return.
You’re an inspiration.
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WYNNE STEPHENS TURNED a full circle on the spot, pressing a hand to her churning stomach. The foyer of Aggie’s Retreat gleamed. She should be proud.
But, even looking at it through her usual rose-tinted glasses, she knew the sparkling cleanliness couldn’t hide the fact that the carpet on the stairs leading to the first-floor rooms was badly worn and starting to fray, or that the ornate double doors leading into what a brass plaque grandly pronounced as The Drawing Room were such poor Victorian imitations as to be almost laughable. The pounding at her temples increased.
