Free Falling For My Husband (British Billionaires) by Pamela Ann

taking me back to his home. Mind you, the man was serious about his baking capabilities. The cupcakes were divine. I had such fun with him that I forgot tomorrow was a working day and I consumed way too much champagne and wine.
    I was knackered and beyond ready to call it a night.
    “You can stay the night here. I can guarantee that I won’t even cop a feel until you beg me a few times. Then, I’m afraid, I’ll have to give in.” His blue eyes mocked me while I simply rolled my eyes at him.
    It was time that I lived a little. It was time to have fun. It wasn’t like I was going to shag him. No, of course not… but I missed being held. A lot. “I need a spare toothbrush and a shirt I can sleep in.”
    “You’re quite sure that you’ll be able to resist me all night?” he teased as he helped me to my feet.
    “I will be in a coma soon, so you can forget about any of that,” I muttered, yawning.
    He led us upstairs while his arm comfortably rested on my hip.
    “There are clothes that are new in the next room. You can get whatever you need so you can go straight to work tomorrow.” He pointed towards the room on the left. “I remember you mentioning that you always went to work early so I have to ask what you eat for breakfast? I’ll make sure I have it ready before you’re even awake.”
    This was a different side to Clive—the caring, attentive side of him—and, even though I’d barely spent that much time with him, I found myself liking the man.
    It might not be on the same scale as Callum, but still, it was progress.
    I did get what I wanted, though. I was held all night long. For me to even admit that he acted like a true gentleman, truly surprised me.
    Clive didn’t even dare attempt once. That alone placed him in my top list. However, when I woke up the next morning to a full English breakfast and freshly brewed coffee, I was swaying towards him.
    His persistence to drive me to work as he acted like the man in my life, really made me think long and hard.
    Yeah, I definitely liked Clive Barrington. Now, what did I plan to do about it?

Chapter 12
    Stella
     
    Patience was one of the key ingredients in running a PR firm. Today, it seemed, that I didn’t have any tolerance for spoilt debutants and their holier than thou mothers.
    We were planning to have a ball with ten princesses turning eighteen. The event was in three weeks time, and yet, they wouldn’t let me make a decision without consulting them with every single detail. They had to have their own caterers chosen or how they wanted each waiter to look like Abercrombie models. Did they know how difficult it was to find twenty perfect looking male specimens in less than a month? On top of this specific dilemma, they had a steep budget.
    It was only ten-thirty in the morning and I was ready to go home and sleep the day away.
    “Do you need me to get you some coffee and aspirin?” Sienna Richards—now Knightly—my intern/assistant for the day, offered with sympathy in her eyes.
    I could tell she was drowning with me.
    “I need a vacation. This is killing me,” I muttered under my breath. Listening to the mothers discuss about tidbits when we were supposed to be done and over this subject weeks ago was making my survival difficult.
    After another minute of high-pitched idiocy, Sienna and I excused ourselves to get some refreshments. Once we were at the table laid out with refreshments and snacks bar, I sighed with relief. “This job can be taxing at times. How do you find it so far? Is this what you want to do for the rest of your life?”
    Her gold-green eyes lit up. “Honestly? I like putting events and parties together, but right now, I’m not all that sure.”
    “Yeah, these are far in between, but when they do come up, it’s very draining.” I studied her beautiful face, wondering how she got to nab a man like Knightly. “Congratulations, by the way. I wasn’t aware you were dating Blake Knightly.”
    Sienna blushed. “Thank you. I