The Millionaire Boss's Reluctant Mistress
Half past eight. Sophie groaned inwardly. She'd probably missed the party for Guy's promotion to Director of Surgery, but no way could she have left her patient in the middle of the operating table. And she never, but never, left the ward until her patients had been round from the anaesthetic for at least half an hour. You never knew with surgery: one moment, your patient was fine; the next, all hell could be let loose and you might even need to go back into Theatre.
But when she finally made it into the wine bar opposite the hospital, Guy was on his own. 'Don't tell me that rotten lot went off to get food and gave you the short straw of waiting till I got here, when it's your party?' she asked.
'No.The party's off.'
'Why?'
He shrugged. 'The job went to an external candidate.'
'Oh, Guy. I'm so sorry.' He was a brilliant surgeon and a nice bloke, too. It really wasn't fair. 'I was so sure…'
'It means you're stuck where you are, too, Soph.'
Because she'd been in line for promotion to Guy's job. She waved her hand to protest at his bitter tone. 'Hey. My promotion wasn't a given, anyway. They couldn't advertise the job until your pr ... read full excerpt from: The Millionaire Boss's Reluctant Mistress ebook
