Darling
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Last published Sun, Sep 16, 2018
Emilia Cannon, aka Em to anyone who knows her well, is running from something like a bat out of hell when she collides, literally, with Steven Rhodes. After a quickly muttered apology, she's back on the move, leaving a confused Steven standing in her wake, wondering what in the name of god had just happened. Little does he know, the mysterious woman who nearly plowed him down, would be in his office the next morning, waiting to be interviewed for a PA position at Rhodes Publishing. Crazy doesn't even begin to describe the twisting, turning adventure these two, quite unintentionally, embark on together.
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"You could just say thank you, you know?" Steven said, growing frustrated with her antics.
"Thank you, Darling," Emilia says, blowing a kiss over her shoulder as she struts away from him.
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