Ergebnis für "Mr. X-Mess" in Literatur & Belletristik

He is powerful, older, and my boss, a lethal combination. Job satisfaction has taken on a whole new meaning. When I lied on my resume, I didn’t expect it to matter. I mean any child would love me; I was born to be a nanny. I applied for a position working for a woman, or so I thought. But Julian Masters is definitely all man...the kind you dream of licking chocolate from. The first day was bad. The kids were the spawn of the devil and I spied through a window and caught him doing something obscene...and equally fascinating.

Whoever said money can’t buy happiness has never sold their worn stockings. Selling every pair to an anonymous buyer whilst working as a long-haul flight attendant means my lifelong dream is in reach. A home to call my own. It’s so close I can almost feel that front door key in my hand. Until a giant ego in an overpriced suit steals that dream. He’s smug, cocky, infuriating…everything I hate. I do what I must: I declare war. But no one ever truly wins on the battlefield. There will be casualties. He believes he has me. I think I know him. We are both wrong.

Da blinkte eine SMS auf meinem Handy auf. Ich hätte gar nicht erst darauf schauen sollen und hatte das Handy in erster Linie umklammert, um es auf lautlos zu stellen, damit es das Gespräch nicht störte. Aber natürlich konnte ich es nicht lassen, die SMS zu lesen: "Keine andere Frau kann so feucht und gleichzeitig so straff sein. Mein Körper vermisst deinen so sehr, dass es wehtut. P." Derartige Nachrichten kann niemand auf dem Weg zu einer wichtigen Mitarbeiterbesprechung gebrauchen.