Anything He Wants 2: All's Fair Read Online Free

close, Celeste added in
a lower voice, “It’s been almost two years since he had a personal assistant;
the last one, hm , left on bad terms. As his assistant
however you'll be accompanying him to functions and serving as his escort. Most
of the press are used to these arrangements and should leave you alone but be
aware you may get some attention. It’s inevitable.”
    Did he
treat them all like me? It surprised me when the mention of previous assistants
made me irritated. I suddenly remembered the swarm of paparazzi outside the
airport and went cold. Suddenly this is a very bad idea. Then again,
when had I ever thought the whole situation anything but a strange trick of
Fate?
    “Ah,
speak of the Devil.”
    I turned
to see the tall figure of Jeremiah enter the hotel. He had a small wrapped box
under one arm and was speaking privately with Ethan near the entrance. They had
a similar vibe I found interesting and I mentioned it to Celeste.
    “Well
they were both in the military together, maybe it's that.”
    “Military?” I never would have pegged him to be a soldier. There was a great deal I
didn’t know about the man I was now working for it seemed.
    Celeste
nodded. “They were both Army Rangers until Remi's dad
died and left him in charge of the family business. Nasty business, that. I
came in right afterwards and helped field the fallout.”
    I wanted
to ask more but both men made their way toward us and the moment was lost.
Celeste smiled and stepped forward, taking Jeremiah's outstretched hand. “Looks
like I'm no longer needed for this little soirée tonight.”
    Jeremiah
raised Celeste's hand for a brief kiss before letting go, but beside him I saw
Ethan flinch at the gesture. The redhead stepped back then looked up at the
tall bald man beside her. “Ready to go, babe?”
    I
blinked, surprised first by her words then again as I saw Ethan’s stolid face
soften into a smile. Celeste gave me a wave and they walked off, the big man's
hand at the small of the COO’s back. Only then did I notice the gold band on
his left hand.
    “They’ve
been married almost a year now.” At my startled glance,
Jeremiah quirked an eyebrow. “Your question was written all over your
face.”
    I ducked
my head at his sardonic tone, clearing my throat. “What now?” I asked, slipping
one last glance at the retreating couple. The stress was back as I had no idea
what he wanted.
    “Celeste
showed you around the hotel?”
    “A
bit, yes.” I couldn’t stop the smile that lit my face. “It’s absolutely incredible,
pictures never did it justice.”
    He gave
an amused chuckle. “Wait until you see the rooms.”
     
     

 
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    I sank into
the warm water, gripping the sides of the huge porcelain bathtub so I wouldn't
slide under the surface. Foaming hills of bubbles tickled my nose as I settled
into a comfortable position and I grinned, blowing them so they danced in
little puffs through the air. The deep tub was surprisingly comfortable and I
settled in, breathing a sigh of relief and fiddling with the water knobs with
my toes.
    Jeremiah
had sent me upstairs to the room, saying he had to take care of a few things
before joining me. I had followed the hotel worker who showed me to my room,
and when he’d open the doors I'd been rendered speechless. The interior of the
suite was the most over-the-top, gaudy place I had ever seen, with its gilded
mirrors and paintings, white panels trimmed with gold, crystal chandeliers and
lamps, Rococo moldings and filigree along each corner and open panel.
Tapestries lined the walls and every inch of the room screamed Look at me,
I’m expensive , hitting you over the head with its overstated elegance and
extravagant, lurid design.
    I
absolutely adored it.
    While the
hotel host had been showing me around I’d barely been listening, too busy
exploring on my own. The suite included several sitting rooms besides the
bedroom with furniture that looked expensive but very uncomfortable.