New Year At The Boss's Bidding. Rachael Thomas

had little choice, she sighed her discontent and took her van keys from the table. ‘Very well, I’ll fetch my things.’

      ‘Bene. Don’t forget your party dress.’

      She whirled round to face him. ‘What?’

      ‘Your party dress, the one you planned to wear at your friend’s party. You will need it tonight.’ Each word was so deep and sultry it was far too sexy and she couldn’t think straight. Why on earth was he talking about party dresses?

      ‘Why?’

      ‘Because it’s New Year’s Eve and we will dine together in style.’