The Boss's Forbidden Secretary
Cathy had packed the car, said goodbye to her neighbours, handed in the keys of the flat and set off from London that morning.
Because it was such a long way to drive, and Carl had been anxious about her, she had agreed to break the journey with an overnight stay at Ilithgow House, a small, family-run hotel that, according to the blurb, was both comfortable and inexpensive.
Carl had warned her, 'Get as early a start as possible, Sis. It's a hell of a long way just going as far as Ilithgow, and you'll have the pre-Christmas traffic to contend with.'
But, in spite of his warning, the journey had taken far longer than she had anticipated, and it had already been dark for several hours.
She had just crossed the border from England into Scotland when it started to snow. The first big, soft flakes swirled past, caught in the golden beam of the car's headlights and plopping onto the windscreen where the busy wipers flicked them carelessly aside.
Since she had been a small child Cathy had loved snow, and she thought how pretty it looked and how lovely it would be to have a white Christmas.
Or rather how lovely it would have been, if she hadn't, for ... read full excerpt from: The Boss's Forbidden Secretary ebook
