Chantelle Shaw - His Secretary Mistress

Chris grinned cheerfully. ‘Yeah, well, it’s two years since you visited New Zealand. I guess we’ve all changed—although you haven’t grown,’ he teased. ‘How’s that cute little niece of mine?’

‘Maisie has definitely grown,’ Jenna informed him. ‘She’s at the day nursery until half past five.’

‘And you’re now trying to hold down a full-time job?’ Chris’s smile faded. ‘Mum told me that your jerk of an ex-husband won his court case. I can’t believe he was awarded a percentage of the value of your house when you were only able to buy it in the first place using the money left to you by Auntie Vi.’

‘That money only paid the deposit,’ Jenna explained. ‘The mortgage was in both our names, and technically Lee was entitled to his share. I could sell up, but by the time I’ve paid legal costs and everything I’ll only be able to afford a small flat. I don’t want to uproot Maisie; she loves the garden and her rabbit, and Nora and Charlie next door are like grandparents to her—she’d miss them terribly.’

‘I know,’ Chris muttered, ‘but it still seems unfair on you. Lee’s never contributed to Maisie’s upbringing in any way, financially or emotionally, and because of him you’re forced to work for some demon of a boss who makes you cry.’

‘Alex Morrell isn’t that bad,’ Jenna lied. ‘Today was my first day and it was a bit fraught, that’s all. There was a lot to learn.’

The most important lesson being to keep her distance from Alex, she acknowledged silently. Chris had called him a demon, yet in all fairness she couldn’t say that he was an unpleasant boss. He was demanding, with high expectations of his staff, but in return he rewarded them well, and against all the odds he had given her a second chance. It was a chance she was not going to waste. She would prove to Alex Morrell that she was as conscientious and efficient as he could possibly want, and if the only way she could do that was to avoid making eye contact with him, then so be it.

‘The parents send their love.’ Chris interrupted her thoughts as she entered the living room, which was strewn with his rucksack and various other packages. ‘Along with masses of presents for Maisie. I’d better warn you that I’ve been instructed to try and persuade you to move out to New Zealand. Mum and Dad miss you.’ He shrugged awkwardly. ‘We all do.’

‘I miss all of you too,’ Jenna murmured thickly, thinking of her elderly parents, who had been looking forward to their retirement when tragedy had struck. Their eldest daughter, Faye, had emigrated to her husband’s homeland of New Zealand after her marriage, but had suffered a stroke whilst giving birth to her first baby. Believing that Jenna was settled at art college, Neil and Mary Harris had moved to Auckland to help Faye in her slow recovery programme.

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