Christmas With Her Boss. Marion Lennox

      

       About the Author

      MARION LENNOX is a country girl, born on an Australian dairy farm. She moved on, because the cows just weren’t interested in her stories! Married to a ‘very special doctor’, she has also written under the name Trisha David. She’s now stepped back from her ‘other’ career teaching statistics. Finally, she’s figured what’s important and discovered the joys of baths, romance and chocolate. Preferably all at the same time! Marion is an international award-winning author.

      Christmas with her Boss

      Marion Lennox

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      ISBN: 978-1-408-90121-2

      CHRISTMAS WITH HER BOSS

      © 2010 Marion Lennox

      Published in Great Britain 2020

      by Mills & Boon, an imprint of HarperCollinsPublishers 1 London Bridge Street, London, SE1 9GF

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       Contents

       Cover

About the Author

       Title Page

       Copyright

Note to Readers

Chapter One

Chapter Two

       Chapter Three

       Chapter Four

       Chapter Five

       Chapter Six

       Chapter Seven

       Chapter Eight

       Chapter Nine

       Chapter Ten

       Chapter Eleven

       Chapter Twelve

       About the Publisher

       Chapter One

      ‘ALL scheduled flights have been cancelled until after Christmas. Charter planes are no exception. I’m sorry, ma’am, but nobody’s going anywhere.’

      Meg replaced the phone as if it was about to shatter. The air around her felt sharp and dangerous. She was trying hard not to breathe.

      The door to her boss’s inner sanctum was open. W S McMaster was clearing his desk, filing vital documents into his lovely calfskin briefcase. Suave, sleek and almost impossibly good-looking, the man looked what he was—a billionaire businessman moving on to the next important thing.

      But the next important thing was in New York, and W S McMaster’s personal assistant was about to tell him there were no planes for at least three days.

      No-o-o-o-o-o.

      ‘Oh, Meg, I’m so out of here.’ Josie, Meg’s assistant, was tugging off her office shoes and hauling on six-inch stilettos. ‘Dan’s meeting me in five minutes and I’m free. How cool to have Christmas fall on Monday. I have two solid days of partying until I need to sober up for the family Christmas Day.’

      Meg didn’t answer. She couldn’t.

      Josie and the rest of the office staff departed, calling Christmas greetings as they left. Yes, Christmas was on Monday. It was Friday afternoon. The corporate world closed down, right now.

      Except for Meg, whose job it was to be at hand as Mr McMaster’s personal assistant at any time he was in Australia.

      Mr McMaster was only in Australia for maybe ten or twelve weeks of the year, and there was little