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Hired for the Boss's Bed by Robyn Grady. Copyright 2007 by Robyn Grady.
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HIRED FOR THE BOSS’S BED

Robyn Grady

To my editor Kimberley Young for persisting, my agent Karen Solem for believing, and Rachel, Gail, Lisa and Mika for making the difference.


CHAPTER ONE

DON’T be such a baby. Feel the fear and, for God’s sake, do it anyway.

Resolved, Serena Stevens gulped down a breath, raised a trembling fist and almost, almost, knocked on her boss’s imposing double doors. But why the early summons before she’d even had time to hang her bag? Was it coincidence that today marked the end of her probation period?

Three months ago, David Miles, President of Miles Advertising Australia, had given Serena her first real break. At twenty-four, with a marketing degree but no experience, she’d been thrilled.

But was Mr Miles unhappy with her performance as Junior Account Executive? Would he roll back those impressive shoulders, furrow the steep slashes of his dark brows and level her with a stern, disapproving look? Did he want to discuss a demotion?

Her stomach back-flipped and her hand dropped like a weight.

Not a dismissal!

Beyond anything, Serena wanted to prove herself. Growing up with the nickname Miss Least-Likely-to-Succeed had not been pleasant. Chubby, self-conscious, a delayed dyslexia diagnosis... school days were more forgettable than memorable. Thank God for her sense of humour. Corrective tutoring, self-improvement books, grooming courses and perseverance had eventually paid off. Now the sky was her limit!

Sydney, with its big-city verve, café-culture and holiday climate, would always be her true home. But as a teen she’d felt so caged by her excess baggage and learning disability—add to that a father who questioned her every decision—she’d vowed to some day break free and reach every inch of her potential.

London, Paris, New York. Nothing and no one would hold her back. Who knew when or even if she would ever return?

Serena pressed her lips together and kicked up her chin.

But first things first. She more than liked this job, she needed it. ‘Junior Account Exec’ not only paid the bills, it was an important step in her climb to the top.

After ironing damp palms down the sides of her white jersey skirt, she crossed two fingers behind her back and rapped on the timber. Before she could swallow the jet of nerves clogging her throat, the right-side door swung open. She smiled too hard and said the first stupid thing that popped into her head.

‘You rang?’

Mr Miles’ deep blue eyes sharpened and one eyebrow quirked before he gestured her in. ‘Ms Stevens. Thanks for coming so quickly.’

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