Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22588 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 113(@200wpm)___ 90(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22588 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 113(@200wpm)___ 90(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
Her parents hadn’t been happy about that. It had cost them a multimillion-dollar contract. Anna-Beth hadn’t known that at the time, but even still, she wouldn’t sell herself for money, even for family.
Pushing those memories aside, she couldn’t help but look at George out of the corner of her eye. She watched as he took one bite of the salmon and his eyes closed. He enjoyed her food, which was important to her. Whenever one of her nannies was distracted, she would sneak down to the kitchen and hang out with Niah, the family cook. She loved being in the kitchen, and whenever her parents or brother would arrive, she’d hide behind the counter.
Anna-Beth learned a lot from Niah, and she hated it when the cook handed in her notice. She was also happy for her as well. Niah had saved and built a small fortune, and along with Anna-Beth’s investment, she’d been able to open that fancy diner she’d constantly been talking about. Her parents hadn’t been happy to lose their favorite cook, and she and Niah had promised not to say anything about her investment.
The diner was doing amazingly well. One day, she intended to visit and even eat there, but she had been too worried about her parents attempting to destroy it.
Not all of her trust fund had gone to causes she was passionate about. She also helped several people, and she invested in a few companies. Her portfolio wasn’t big.
She helped Niah, and that gave her a small return each month. Then there was the father and son team who set up an app to help with their pizza business. It sounded amazing, and seeing the love between father and son, she invested without a second thought.
There were several other investments in small companies, a technology firm, a small social media platform, and a few others that sounded cool. Not all of her money was wasted.
Again, she didn’t tell anyone what she did as they were always critical. Her family wanted to see big investments, big money, not small, insignificant amounts. She had a feeling it wouldn’t matter what she did, they would be critical about it.
“Anna-Beth, are you going to tell me what’s going on?” George asked.
This made her lift her head and turn to look at him.
Why did he have to be so sexy? His brown hair was pushed back, but it had a fullness that suggested he’d been running his fingers through the locks all day. A few buttons of his shirt were undone, and he already removed his tie for the day. She knew each morning he dressed as if he was going into work, even though he always stayed at home and worked from his office.
“I’m not sure I follow,” she said, frowning.
“Something is different. You don’t dance on my lawn, you don’t do yoga, and you try to avoid me. What is going on?” he asked.
Chapter Three
George had every intention of playing it cool, of being nice, only he’d forgone nice. He missed watching her, and yes, that sounded like a sexual harassment suit waiting to happen, but he didn’t care.
Malcolm had dumped her in his home, asked him to give her work, which he had done. In fact, he believed she did more work than he asked her to do. She had taken the role of housekeeper seriously, and his home sparkled in a way it hadn’t in a long time.
Yes, he’d paid outside cleaners to come in every week, but they only worked for a couple of hours, since he didn’t want strangers lurking in his home while he was working.
Now, each room looked amazing, and he didn’t have any problem with Anna-Beth cleaning his home. She didn’t snoop. And he had kept a close eye on her. She didn’t go rummaging about in drawers, looking through his private business. Each room got wiped down, dusted, vacuumed, and cleaned before she moved on to the next one.
“Come on, out with it,” he said.
“George, you’re my boss. I … I don’t know. I guess I realized that dancing and doing yoga, and being familiar as if you’re my friend, is not the right thing to do. You’re my boss.”
He sighed. “I don’t give a flying fuck what label you put on it. I didn’t hire you to be my housekeeper.”
“I know. My brother asked you for a favor.”
He shrugged. “And I happen to like having you around the house,” he said.
This did make her lift her head. “What?”
“You heard me. I don’t mind you dancing on the lawn, or doing your weird yoga stuff, or singing. It’s been way too quiet here for the past week.”
“You don’t mind me singing?”
He held his hands up. “I’m not saying you’re going to sell records, honey.”
George watched as she threw her head back laughing. “Don’t worry. I’m not under any illusion that I’m a good singer, but it’s nice to know I’m not so bad.”