Christmas in His Bed
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She had a point. And this was business. In the two years she’d been operating, she’d had to handle much worse. Some of her wealthiest clients, a few of whom were her parents’ friends, felt entitled and had to be treated that way. Even after she’d grown up around that sort of wealth, their attitudes chewed at her gut. But she wasn’t dumb. The client was always right. Even if they were jerks sometimes. Well, as long as they paid their bills.
“Yep. You’re right. Yes, I can do four. Do you have suggestions? Did they give you a budget?”
“Yes, on both counts. His assistant gave me the rundown on what type of gifts and how much they wanted to spend for each level from the board on down.”
Ainsley did love it when they were organized. “Okay, good. That makes our job easier. Can you print out the ideas and put a book together for me?”
They did most of their presentations on a laptop or tablet, but clients liked to have something they could hold in their hands and peruse. It was a trick she’d learned early on. Folks tended to buy more when they could feel the pages. Weird, but true.
“Already working on it.”
“And that, my friend, is why I love you best.”
“Yes, luv, remember that when it’s time for my raise.” Ainsley smiled. Bebe could give herself a raise whenever she wanted, although they would discuss it first, as they did everything.
“Yes, ma’am. Okay, so I’ll see you in a bit.”
That’s what she needed—a reminder of what was most important. Her work. This was their most important time of the year. The last thing she wanted to deal with was a distraction.
Especially a hot Marine.
She took another deep breath.
A very hot, sexy Marine.
Copyright © 2016 by Candace Havens
ISBN-13: 9781488000430
Christmas in His Bed
Copyright © 2016 by Sasha Best
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