You’re the Boss Read Online Emma Hart

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Contemporary Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 105850 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 529(@200wpm)___ 423(@250wpm)___ 353(@300wpm)
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“You know what the real problem here is?” Heidi sat back up and held out her phone. “This face.”

On her screen was a close-up picture of Theodore Black’s very handsome face.

“How does any sane, single, sexually active woman live in a house with this face for six weeks and not want to sit on it?”

“Quite easily. At one point, that face starts talking and loses all its charm,” I replied. “And you lose all your sanity.”

“It’s also awfully bold of you to assume Chloe is sexually active,” Harriet added.

“Exactly.” I paused. “Wait. You bitch.”

She swung her gaze towards me. “Are you sexually active?”

“Not with anyone else,” I muttered. “Like I have the time! Can you even imagine me going on a date and having to answer the phone to that man halfway through?” I pointed at Heidi’s phone. “It’d give any man a complex dating a woman at that bastard’s beck and call!”

They both stilled for a second before slowly nodding.

“That’s very true.” Heidi put her phone down. “Your ex wasn’t happy when he found out The Bastard was going to be your new boss.”

“He was also an insecure prick, so I’m not sure we can use Matt as a measuring stick,” I pointed out. “Either way, it can’t be as bad as I’m imagining, right? Work hours are clearly defined, we have our own bathrooms, and the place is pretty big for a four-bedroom house.”

“What about meals?”

“Ooh, good point,” Harriet said. “You’ll have to figure out a system for using the kitchen, the washing machine… Stuff like that.”

“You’re essentially roommates,” Heidi continued. “So, you’ll have to work out chores, too.”

“And decide what to do on days off. Do you hang out? Avoid each other?” Harriet tapped her finger against the table. “And the most important—”

“The TV schedule.” Heidi pointed at her.

Harriet tipped her glass towards her. “I was going to say dating, but you’re right.”

“Are you done?” I asked, picking up my glass. “You know, sometimes I forget you’re twins until you do that weird telepathy thing and start finishing each other’s sentences.”

They looked at each other. “But we’re identical,” Heidi said.

“How can you forget we’re twins?” Harriet finished.

“Probably because I can tell you apart by your moles. Also, Heidi, your eyes are slightly bluer than Harriet who has a bit of brown right by her left pupil.” I glanced between them.

“Huh.”

“I never knew that.” Heidi leant right forwards and peered into her sister’s eyes. “Hey, you do have a little bit of a brown splotch there!”

“How did you not know that?”

“I never cared enough to look into your eyes, I suppose. I’m your sister, not your lover.”

“Whatever.” Harriet turned to me. “You really will have to think about all those things if you’re going to live together harmoniously, you know.”

“I suppose so,” I said, touching my glass to my lips. “Also, I have no intention of dating. I’m there to work, not mess around. It’s also a heck of a distance from London, and I’m not into the whole long-distance thing.”

“That’s fair, but what about him?” She tilted her head to the side. “What if he brings someone back? Or if he’s even seeing someone?”

“Oh, he’s single.”

“How do you know that?”

“I run his entire life,” I answered blithely. “If he was dating, I would know.”

Heidi nodded. “She’d be dealing with an irate girlfriend who’s always being dumped for work if he was seeing someone.”

“That, too,” I pointed out.

“Okay, he’s single,” Harri said. “But what if he brings someone back? Then what do you do?”

I paused, tilting my head to the side for a brief moment. “Maybe I should make no hook-ups part of the deal.”

She grinned. “Why? In case you get jealous?”

“No, because I’m the one who’ll be fielding the phone calls. We’ve already covered that.”

Heidi swung her legs up onto the sofa and tried to rest her feet on my lap until I prodded them. “How does it feel to know the end is in sight? Think about it, you’ve spent practically the last month trying to get him to accept your resignation, and now his grandfather has swept in and abused his authority to make it happen. I bet The Bastard was fucking furious.”

“I don’t think he knew it was part of the deal,” I said.

“What do you mean?” they said simultaneously.

“I don’t think he knew,” I repeated with a shrug. “He actually yelled at the duke when he said it, then he spent the rest of the afternoon in a foul mood. Like, nobody could talk to him, and he sent us home at six on the dot. The babies still had some work to do, but he didn’t even tell them off for not getting it done. It was weird.”

Harriet frowned. “Is he really that upset about the duke going over his head? Or about you leaving?”


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