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You Are Mine, I'm Yours

Emmy Johnson is quite good for the protagonist, she was hit with Trauma by her enigmatic past, and she has few memories of her mother. A drastic change in her life as she stepped into her boss' office as the new p.a. who knew it would be best or worst. What happens when the innocent meets the tainted, Will she be able to withstand the beast that lies within the handsome, smart yet devilish boss? Meeting his opposite and an androphobic lady, it was worth the chase—as James Thomson loves to call her every time—and wants to spend time. Now the past was quite a destruction for the future, having her past life leaked out, a hard blow to James, his company and hopeless Emmy.

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Rubbing his biceps, I said, "She'll do all the talking if given a chance."

He scowled. "She's a teenage girl. Why would I give her a chance to talk my ear off?"

I pushed onto my tiptoes and whispered in his ear, "Because I'll owe you one."

"You're up to something." He eyed me warily for a moment; then pressed a hard kiss to my lips with a growl. "So we'll leave it open and say you owe me more than one. Quantity to be determined."

I nodded. Cary rocked back on his heels and twirled one index finger around another in a sign meaning wrapped around your finger.

Only fair, I thought, since he was wrapped around my heart.

I was surprised when James accepted the keys to the Bentley SUV from one of the valets. "You drove? Where's Mughal?"

"Day off." He nuzzled against my temple. "I missed you, Emmy."

I settled into the front passenger seat, and he shut the door behind me.