Regency Romance: An Intriguing Invitation (Historical Billionaire Military Romance) (19th Century Victorian Romance)

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when a man cheats on you. It's perfectly normal . They are all wired to their cocks, and there's not a darn thing any of them can do about it,'' June said.
    Amber was about to protest when the front door opened. ''Daddy, hi,'' she said standing up and hugging him. ''You look tired, is everything alright?''
    ''All the better for seeing you. You haven't been home for months.''
    ''Well, I'm here now.''
    ''And I'm very glad you are. June ring for Glenda, I need a drink, it's been a hell of a day,'' he said loosening his tie and slumping into his armchair. ''Why the hell I chose to get into the stress of Wall Street, I'll never know. I should have been an artist, sitting by a lake painting birds.''
    ''You're a good painter daddy. Why don't you pack it all in and do that?''
    Roger looked at his daughter. She was his precious Amber. He would do anything for her, and he'd hated finding out she 'd been so upset about her last boyfriend. She was too beautiful to be treated so badly . He loved the fact she was as tall as him and was so proud to have such a beautiful daughter.
    ''Your hair is so shiny, how do you get it like that?'' he asked.
    ''Healthy living I suppose. After I split with Marco, I almost died it pink.''
    ''Don't you ever change it. You're a beautiful brunette, and it matches your hazel eyes,'' her mother interjected.
    Glenda arrived with a bottle of Scottish whiskey. Roger took it from her and poured himself a drink.
    ''Do you want one?'' he asked Amber. She shook her head.
    ''Well don't ask me whether I want one will you?'' June complained.
    He poured his wife a drink and gave it to her. ''Amber you're okay for London mid-January, Joe confirmed it this afternoon. He apologized for leaving it so late, but he'd love to have you on board.''
    June looked quizzically at them. ''What are you two cooking up?''
    ''My work placement, part of my degree. Dad asked Joe if he had a place for me in his PR firm in London for six months.''
    ''I might as well live on the moon. Nobody tells me anything.'' June said taking a larger than advised mouthful of whiskey. Amber patted her on the back as she coughed it back up.
    ''It's a great opportunity for you,'' Roger said. ''Joe's a really sharp businessman and if you pay attention, you will learn a lot. And it'll be a great opportunity for you to see London.''
    '' Thanks for arranging it daddy. It'll be great. 
     
    *****
     
    Amber's hair blew horizontally in the storm as she got into the car. ''Wow Uncle Joe. A stormy welcome to England,'' she said pulling her seat-belt across her chest.
    ''You have to pity the English, it's either as windy as hell, or raining. Call me Joe; I think you're a bit big to be calling me Uncle Joe, don't you?'' Joe put Amber's case in the trunk and squeezed his long legs under the steering wheel of his beloved Bugatti.
    ''I guess so. Where are we going now?''
    ''I'm taking you to your apartment and then for dinner with Alison and me, and tomorrow I'll come and take you to work. There's a lot to do in the next few weeks. We've got some exciting stuff coming up.''
    ''Great,'' Amber said as she ducked down behind the dash.
    ''What's the matter?''
    ''Sorry. It's the traffic; it 's on the wrong side, and I thought we were going to hit that car.''
    Joe laughed. Welcome to England, they like to do things differently here.''
    Amber hadn't seen Joe for a long time, not since she was about thirteen. She remembered him as a dashing young man, tall and dark skinned with whiter than white teeth and a love of cigars and fast cars. He'd gone to university with her father and moved to England to open up a Trans-Atlantic PR agency. Since then, the agency had expanded and now had clients from all over the world.
    They drove to an apartment block in Knightsbridge , one of London's most affluent areas. Amber couldn't believe how luxurious her apartment was.
    ''Are you sure Joe? This place must be worth a fortune, I'm sure you could get loads of cash by renting it out,'' Amber

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