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STAND ALONE BOOK 3
MURDER AND LACE
All Sara Rubens wants is a second chance at rebuilding her life. Her murderous Chinese Mafioso high-tech millionaire ex-boss has already destroyed her career, her lover, and nearly sent her to prison for life, in order to recover the plans for the world’s most insidious killing device which he believes she stole from him.
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CHAPTER 1
“Where the hell have you been?” Tristan hissed at Sara the moment she walked in the door, jumping to his feet and coming around his desk to yell at her with his hips. She didn’t know how he did it, but her personal assistant’s hips could speak more clearly than most people’s mouths. Right now, with that slight cock to the left and his fingers tapping along the seams of his jeans, they were calling her a fuckup. Not that she didn’t agree with them at the moment. She ran a hand over her navy silk scarf, checking its line as she set her briefcase down on Tristan’s desk. “My lunch meeting ran late! I texted you from the car.”
“I got that, and don’t text and drive. You don’t need to be in an accident,” he scolded her. “But you should have let me know sooner, so I could have had a plan in place for when Jeremy showed up!” Sara groaned, internally at first and then externally when that just didn’t cut it. “Jeremy Reynolds?” He rolled his eyes. “How many other Jeremy’s do you know? Yes, Mr. Reynolds. He brought you a cupcake.” Sure enough, there was a chocolate velvet cupcake in a silver foil wrapper, topped with a perfect swirl of whipped cream frosting, sitting on the edge of Tristan’s desk. Sara frowned. “I told him to stop doing that.” Jeremy Reynolds had a greater capacity to cling than dog hair on a wool suit. “How did you get rid of him?” “I told him you were out for the rest of the day and that I’d let you know he stopped by. He and Ms. Ging missed each other by a few seconds, thank God. I got her into your office the moment I saw him coming.”
Sara’s greatest and most inconvenient admirer and a hard-nosed, unsympathetic reporter in the same room together? It would have ended in bloodshed. “You are the light of my life,” she told Tristan with complete seriousness as she buttoned her blazer. “Now tell me truly: am I hopelessly rumpled?” “Hopelessly,” he said with a little smirk, but you get a pass.” She adjusted the angle of her fedora, and then nodded. “Go, impress, and be charming like you always are.” “I’ll do my best.” She shut her eyes for a moment to get her mind back to where it needed to be, then picked up her briefcase and walked into her office. “Ms. Ging!” She smiled brightly as she turned to her, ready to set her at ease. It wasn’t necessary. Sammy Ging was a dark-haired viper in crimson silk, snapping her fangs before Sara could so much as apologize for being late. Her whiskey-colored eyes narrowed as she looked her over. “Ms. Rubens. You move very fast for a woman who’s been shot twice.” Ah, so it was going to be one of those interviews. Sara bought herself some time by unlocking her desk drawer to put her briefcase away.