I, Harper Emily Schubert, was an underpaid assistant working at Mr. Cupid Matchmaking Agency, surviving on Insta-Ramen and dreams. How was it possible that I made a love match that resulted in the society marriage of the year?
Christmas season was upon us and I planned on enjoying this gorgeous wedding by drinking too much Champagne, eating 5 star food, and relaxing for a change. I didn’t plan on running into a gorgeous, tuxedo-clad brick wall of a man.
I didn’t plan on him stopping my fall by grabbing onto my boob and Not. Letting. Go.
I most definitely didn’t plan on this impossibly handsome man being my new client.
Ethan was heir to the Rosseaux Hotel fortune, whip smart, hilariously funny, and so yummy. I was tempted to… good God I wanted to… but dating clients was a big, fat ‘No-No.’
It wasn’t fair that our chemistry was through the roof. Not possible that a guy from his side of the tracks wanted someone as broken as me. Practically a sin that we couldn’t be together.
Weren’t some rules meant to be broken?
Ms. Match Meets a Millionaire Copyright © 2018 Pamela DuMond is a STAND ALONE story, as well as the ‘SWEETER’ ‘PG-13’ version of THE CLIENT Copyright © 2017 Pamela DuMond.
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