Millionaire Romance: In Love With My Personal Assistant - A Contemporary Romance (Millionaire Romance, Contemporary Romance, Comedy Romance Book 2) Read Online Free

barged into his office in the first place. What emergency could really require Andrew to be in Colorado for two weeks?
    “You sent Andrew to Colorado. What is that about?”
    James snapped from the awkward turn of silence. “Yes, Colorado! It was an emergency. Everything happened so fast and I didn’t want to bring up work to you before I had a chance to straighten everything out.”
    Jennifer nodded and relaxed into the seat. “Okay, well, what’s going on? Is there anything I can do to help?”
    James smiled at her warmly. “You see this,” he pointed a finger at her, “this is why I love you so much,” he chuckled, shaking his head incredulously, “you’re always on.”
    “Excuse me?” Jennifer had lost her breath again. Her mind reeled at the only words she had managed to hear “This is why I love you so much.”
    “You’re always on,” James repeated with a sure nod.
    Jennifer shook her head crazily. “You just said you loved me.”
    James face fell with confusion. “I said that?”
    She nodded eagerly, “Yes,” she said in a breath.
    Shaking his head, James ran a hand over his face. “I’m sorry, I didn’t realize that,” he put the other hand on his face and rubbed hard. When he dropped the palms from his cheeks, he smiled kindly and sheepishly shrugged his shoulders.
    “This just might take some getting used to, that’s all,” he paused for a moment, and then let out a loud bark of laughter, “on the other hand, I think it’s nice to finally not have to hold anything back, don’t you?”
    Jennifer said nothing. She stared at him blankly, unsure of what to say. He had to have known how she felt about him all of the years that they had worked side by side. She had hoped he would have known that she didn’t work so hard for him out of unparalleled dedication to his cause, but because she had loved him too.
    “So—Jerry,” James said at length, he turned to his computer and began to tap at the keyboard. “I’ve been conversing with this man all weekend. I didn’t involve you because of the Friday fiasco, but,” he paused and looked up from the computer. “Can you come here? I need to show you this stuff. I haven’t had the time to compile the information.”
    Jennifer forced her legs to move. Her mind jumped from his second declaration of love to how he classified Friday as “the fiasco”. The big failure. Was that because of her? How she quickly left, leaving him to pay the bill, followed by her stark silence all weekend?
    At James’s side, Jennifer forced her eyes to narrow in on the text, but it was hard. She could smell him, the familiar lovely scent of his favorite musk. She remembered, it was downright intoxicating. She loved sharing screens with him, being so close to such strength—wait—what?
    With renewed vigor, Jennifer tried to focus on the words. She saw the roman characters, but couldn’t really make anything out. At her side, James was still talking.
    “Jerry started sending me freak emails Thursday evening, but they didn’t make sense until later Friday evening. He said one thing after another, things weren’t going through. The original office we tried to contract for ourselves was apparently under contract when we told Jerry we wanted it. He didn’t tell us because he thought he could work out the negotiations with the relator and seller himself,” James paused. “He couldn’t.”
    With a determined struggled, Jennifer tried to focus on the meaning behind James’s words. Now the issue was starting to become clear. The office they wanted was a necessity for several reasons: Exposure and location. As a new firm establishing itself in the market, they needed to be where the other businesses were to establish casual rapport and build relationships.
    “Why didn’t Jerry just tell us as soon as we lost the contract?”
    “He thought he could get it back. Instead, he just ended up pissing off the seller and he thinks we’ve been blacklisted out of