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Dollar Signs: Do You Only See My Money?

Author: Hanleigh Bradley loves books more than nearly anything in the world; whether its reading them or writing them, Hanleigh just can't get enough. She's read more books than she can count and owns more books than some libraries. Synopsis: It’s hard to fall in love when all people see is money. Eden Clancy might be an heiress, she might have all the money she would ever need but it comes at a cost. When people look at her, they don’t actually see her, unable to look beyond the designer handbags and the luxurious car she drives. Sitting in a restaurant she hates, eating food she can’t stand to please a guy that left her with the bill and a broken heart, Eden decides something has got to change. When her grandma suggests going to work at the family business, Clancy’s Comforts, Eden groans. The last thing she wants is to deal with more people only interested in her because of her last name and wealth. But Grandma’s got it all planned out; a fake identity, giving up her car, handbags and credit cards, and a new job as an assistant. It’s completely balmy but Eden finds herself agreeing to her Grandma’s terms. The only problem... Noah Grisham, Eden’s new boss. He might have the prettiest face Eden has ever seen but his temper definitely doesn’t match. He’s moody, downright rude, and quite frankly offensive. For the first time in her life, someone is seeing beyond her money, but he still manages to completely misunderstand her.

Hanleigh Bradley · Urbano
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129 Chs

A Run in Over Lunch

Martin holds the door open for me when we enter the restaurant. “Sorry, it’s not nicer,” he says apologetically. “But no reservation and we’re in a rush, right?”

“Nicer?” I ask, looking around. It looks nice enough to me. I’m not the biggest fan of fancy restaurants.

Noah actually laughs. “Eden would happily eat food off a food stall.”

He’s not exactly wrong… I’m definitely not a fussy eater. It’s hard to be fussy when you can’t cook to save your life.

A waitress leads us to a table in the centre of the bustling restaurant. Noah, always the gentleman, holds out my chair for me before sitting down next to me. He takes my hand in his as the waitress gives us each a menu.

I’m not really hungry so I skim the menu without really seeing it. It seems strange to even think about eating when things are such a mess.

“What can I get you?” the waitress asks and the guys both wait for me to place my order first.