Christy McKellen Fired by Her Fling [KISS, MT] (

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.Clearly this problem wasn’t going to be resolved with cold hard cash like most things he came across in his life either.Judging by the fact she lived in a large, swanky apartment in central London perhaps money wasn’t her driving force.Maybe she had wealthy parents or a large inheritance behind her? Her wage from the radio station certainly wouldn’t have covered a mortgage, or even the rent, on a place like that.Whatever it was that drove her, she’d certainly got his attention.Unsurprisingly, the Breakfast Show was a total chaos of missed cues and fumbled links and the poor guy who he’d pulled from the sleepy graveyard shift to take over let Tristan know in no uncertain terms that he wasn’t prepared to do it again the following day.There had been a fair number of complaints from the listeners too.If Tristan weren’t careful, the advertisers—who kept the station running with their regular imbursements—would start making a fuss and then they’d be in real trouble.Unfortunately, his father wasn’t contactable for another month as he and his new yoga-obsessed wife had decided to shroud themselves in solitude in the middle of Asia to ‘become one with the earth’ so it was totally down to Tristan to handle things here.He’d already arranged for Andrew, his second-in-command at the company he ran from Edinburgh, to carry on caretaking in his place whilst he was down here in London so he could concentrate fully on getting the station back up and running with a new manager.Right now, his main priority was to get Tallulah to agree to return tomorrow.He suspected he’d need to be creative about how he went about it too, because, without a doubt, she was holding off on giving him an answer to pay him back for firing her in the first place.And perhaps for his less than objective suggestion that she’d only slept with him to gain a competitive edge.Hot embarrassment trickled through him as he remembered the accusations he’d made in the heat of the moment.It hadn’t been his finest hour.He had to have imagined all her slightly odd behaviour when they first met, retrofitting it afterwards into his conviction that she’d been playing him for a fool, when maybe it had been something else? But what?Not that he should be worrying about that at the moment.He needed to focus on the job in hand.He sat for a few minutes staring into space as he considered the best way to get her attention.Lightning finally struck.He smiled, an unexpected feeling of excitement rising from deep within his chest.She liked playing games? Well, okay then, he was going to present her with the best brain-teaser of her life.* * *Tallulah slept in late and woke to find bright sunlight streaming in through the chinks in her curtains.After all the tension of the previous day, it was absolute bliss to lie there for a while and not have to spring out of bed to get ready for her shift at work.Not that she could hold off from giving Tristan an answer for long.She knew she couldn’t push him too hard, or he’d soon find someone else to step in and snap up her contract.The benefits of having experience on the show and a good track record at the station would only give her the edge over a newcomer for so long.Still, it had been satisfying to see the comical stunned expression on his face when she’d shut the door on him.It had more than made up for the cold look of disapproval she’d last experienced on that handsome face of his.Unbidden memories from their night together swam through her head as she thought about him, leaving a warm afterglow in the most intimate of places.She wriggled around in frustration, clamping her thighs together to quell the sensation.The very last thing she should be doing was lusting after Tristan again.Look what kind of mess she’d got herself into when she’d last given in to that impulse.No.Sadly, that had to have been the one and only time there was any intimacy between them.The man was a shark.Her reflections were interrupted by the sound of the buzzer.Hauling herself out of bed and wrapping up in her large towelling robe, she raced to the door, half wondering in a nervy excited way whether it would be Tristan again.The Breakfast Show couldn’t have been a roaring success with no one at the station with experience in hosting it to take over at such short notice.Perhaps he’d come to camp out on her doorstep until she agreed to come back? Her heart did a loop-the-loop as she pictured stepping over Tristan’s gorgeous prostrate body on her way out for milk.Hmm, she quite liked the idea of that.It was a flower delivery.The bouquet was so large she could hardly see the delivery person behind it [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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