My Bossy CEO Husband

“I don’t need your help. I just bought these trousers. You should compensate me for them!” Mary demanded.

With a sly grin, Rosalynn rolled up her sleeves. “If you can’t take them off, let me help you.”

Her smile was disingenuous. It was as if she would help Mary remove her trousers any second.

Mary recoiled, stomped her foot, spun around, and stormed off.

She didn’t dare to provoke Rosalynn further, fearing that she might lose her job.

Rosalynn bent down to clean the mess, disposing of it in the trash can without a care in the world.

a knack

that the one who had slept

Eleanor wouldn’t have had any chance to get

about to leave his office when he noticed

“Why are you here?”

passing by, so I brought you some

don’t need it,” Brian

out, stopping

else?” Impatience flickered in Brian’s

him, gazing at his striking features, and asked,