The Wealthy Frenchman's Proposition
"Bonjour, Sheri. Did the interoffice pouch arrive yet? I have sent something special in it for you!"
Sheri Donnelly smiled into the phone at Lucille Dumont's greeting. She loved her job at the Sabina Group. She'd been unsure what the future would hold six months earlier, when the small magazine company she worked for had been purchased by the large French conglomerate. But the change was working out beautifully.
Lucille was Sheri's counterpart at the publishing company's Paris office. Though they'd never met, Sheri always pictured Lucille as a chic Parisian. Partly because of the way she sounded over the phone and partly because their boss, publisher Tristan Sabina, had said that Lucille was nothing like her when she'd asked what his other assistant looked like.
"No, why?"
"I sent you the latest copy of Le Figaro." Lucille was a devoted reader of all tabloid magazines. She often sent Sheri the French tabloids and loved to receive the gossip rags from the U.S.
"Tristan hates it when you do that."
"He doesn't have to know. And he's on the cover with a gorgeous woman."
"I might be interested in it," Sheri said. Tristan had become kind ... read full excerpt from: The Wealthy Frenchman's Proposition ebook
