Lily Tremaine is the prettiest little angel I've ever seen.
Her innocence calls to me like nothing else ever has.
She's supposed to be my assistant.
I want her to be my world.
I probably shouldn't have threatened to fire her five minutes after I met her.
And I definitely shouldn't be thinking about planting my kid in her.
Except I did. I am. And not a thing in this world is going to stop me.
Grant Davis has fired more assistants in the last month than I have fingers…including his sister.
But that's not going to stop me from doing what I was hired to do. Or so I tell myself.
I didn't plan on him being so hot and bossy.
I also didn't plan on calling him a rude jerk five minutes after I met him.
And I definitely didn't mean to fall in love with him.
Oh, boy. This is not at all what I expected.
When this older alpha male meets his innocent younger woman, he falls like a ton of bricks. Now he just has to convince her to fall too. If office romance, mouthy heroines, and over-the-top CEOs make your heart pitter-patter, get ready to fall for Grant and Lily! All Nichole Rose books come complete with a sticky sweet and guaranteed HEA.
Excerpt from His Blushing Bride:
Whoever is on the other end of the line doesn't say anything.
"Hello? How can I help you?"
"Who the fuck are you?" a man growls.
"You shouldn't curse at people. It's rude," I say, scowling at the phone. "Is there something I can do for you, sir?"
"You can answer my question," he growls again. His voice is hot, which is ridiculous because he sounds like a jerk. "Who are you?"
"I'm Mr. Davis's assistant, Lily Tremaine."
"I don't fucking think so."
"Stop cursing at me before I hang up on you, sir. It's not acceptable." Jeez. If all of his clients are like this, it's no wonder he's gone through four assistants in the last week. This man is unbelievably rude. "I'm quite sure I am his assistant, and my name is definitely Lily Tremaine." I pause. "Who are you?"
"I said I'm Mr. Davis."
"Are you sure?" I whisper, staring in dismay at the phone. I swear, Janice said his calls come in on the bottom line, not the top line. I grab my instructions and flip through them. My stomach churns when I see that I had it backwards.
"Yes, I'm sure." He sounds almost…amused.
I fight the urge to whimper. I also fight the urge to hang up and pretend the call dropped. But I guess that doesn't work on landlines, does it?
"This is not going well," I whisper and then bite my lip because I didn't mean to say that out loud. Oh man. I am so going to get fired and I haven't even been here an hour.
"How did you expect it to go?" he asks, his voice full of curiosity. It's also way hotter than I originally thought. It's deep and dark, like the rumble of thunder in the distance.
"Better than this," I huff. "I didn't expect for you to be rude and curse at me the first time you spoke to me, that's for sure." Crap. I probably shouldn't have said that. I quickly try to marshal my thoughts and hope he doesn't notice that I just called him rude. "Um…what can I for you, Mr. Davis?"
"You can meet me in my office."
"Now, Ms. Tremaine."