The Billionaire Boss's Innocent Bride
Alexandra Hill arrived home in Brisbane on a particularly chilly May morning.
She'd been on a skiing holiday in the Southern Alps with a group of friends. And while it had been freezing in Canberra when she'd boarded the flight muffled up in a scarf and ski jacket, she hadn't expected to be grateful for these items of clothing in sub-tropical Brisbane even in winter.
But as it went on to be the coldest May day on record, she was still wearing her coat when she stepped out of the taxi she'd taken from the airport—to find her boss waiting for her on the doorstep of her small terrace house in Spring Hill.
Simon Wellford, ginger-haired and chubby and whose brainchild Wellford Interpreting Services was, threw his arms around her. 'Thank heavens! Your neighbour wasn't sure if you were due home today or tomorrow. I need you, Alex. I really need you,' he said passionately.
Alex, who happened to know Simon was happily married, removed herself from his clutches and said prosaically, 'I'm still on holiday, Simon, so—'
'I know,' he interrupted, 'but I'll make it up, I promise!'
Alex sighed. She worked for Simon as an interpreter and h ... read full excerpt from: The Billionaire Boss's Innocent Bride ebook
