A Mistletoe Kiss With The Boss

A Mistletoe Kiss With The Boss
SUSAN MEIER

Was he Prince Charming…or Scrooge?When sweet, kind Lily Anderson asks self-made billionaire Dean Smith to invest in her charity, he agrees but with one condition: Lily must be his Christmas party date!It might be glamorous being on handsome Dean’s arm, but Lily soon discovers the bruised soul behind Dean’s brusque exterior. He has built his barriers against Christmas – and for very good reason. Lily's hoping she can start to melt his defences…with one magical mistletoe kiss…!

Was he Prince Charming...or Scrooge?

When sweet, kind Kristen Anderson asks self-made billionaire Dean Suminski to invest in her charity, he agrees, but with one condition: Kristen must be his Christmas-party date!

It might be glamorous being on handsome Dean’s arm, but Kristen soon discovers the bruised soul behind Dean’s brusque exterior. He has built his barriers against Christmas—and for a very good reason. Kristen’s hoping she can start to melt his defenses...with one magical mistletoe kiss!

Dean watched her face change. When she’d turned from looking at the Christmas decorations her eyes had been bright. But when their gazes met her face seemed to freeze.

“You’re not afraid of me, are you?”

“Of course I am.”

He’d expected her to lie, and laughed when she didn’t. “Because you don’t lie, you and I are going to get along spectacularly.”

She glanced down at her pretty satin dress. She looked as much like a princess in the dress as her boss, Princess Eva. But to Dean she was even prettier. She had soft-looking Scandinavian skin, so pale it had picked up the moonlight when they’d walked from the hotel to his limo, and green eyes that were a striking contrast. Her thick yellow hair had been pulled up into some creation of curls on top of her head, exposing her long, cultured neck.

And his first thought when he’d seen her was how easy it would be to kiss that neck.

A Mistletoe Kiss with the Boss

Susan Meier

www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)

SUSAN MEIER is the author of over fifty books for Mills & Boon. The Tycoon’s Secret Daughter was a Romance Writers of America RITA® Award finalist and Nanny for the Millionaire’s Twins won the Book Buyers’ Best award and was a finalist in the National Readers’ Choice awards. She is married and has three children. One of eleven children, she loves to write about the complexity of families and totally believes in the power of love.

Contents

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Back Cover Text (#ubbbaf7a7-a4e3-54d0-a33c-229b5b12ee64)

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Title Page (#u753ed9a8-72e6-51e0-9b96-764aad7dac2c)

About the Author (#u124f71d5-7701-5074-8ae5-f7eef5d55f9a)

CHAPTER ONE (#u094cdd48-82d1-5b86-b548-d18d06d378e6)

CHAPTER TWO (#u7c5601fe-ae78-5e85-9e72-2580c418fcd6)

CHAPTER THREE (#ua0afd717-2217-5f2b-8abc-19c013fe3baa)

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CHAPTER ONE (#ulink_195cc4d0-b554-5234-a340-152a8059d055)

WHEN THE ELEVATOR bell rang in the lobby of the upscale Paris hotel, Kristen Anderson’s heart thumped. She spun to face the ornate wrought iron doors, her whole body shivering in anticipation—

Two middle-aged American women got out.

She didn’t have time to sag with disappointment, because someone tapped her on the shoulder and asked her a quiet question.

In French.

Which she didn’t speak.

She turned around to see a man dressed in a suit, undoubtedly the desk clerk.

Speaking English, because her native Grennadian was nearly unheard of, she said, “I’m sorry. I don’t speak French.”

The elevator bell dinged again. Her head snapped toward the sound.

In perfect English, the desk clerk said, “May I ask, mademoiselle, your business in our hotel?”

She pointed at the tall, broad man exiting the elevator. “I want to see him.”

She took two steps toward Dean Suminski, chairman of the board and CEO of Suminski Stuff, but the clerk caught her arm.

“No, mademoiselle.” He shook his finger like a metronome. “You will not disturb a guest.”