Pamela Stone - Last Resort - Marriage

Popping the top off the bottle, she shook two tablets into her hand and laid them aside, waiting on the coffee.

What had Perry really been doing in her office? If he got wind of the prenuptial or the loan she’d taken out, the game was over.

She shuffled through her lap drawer, and then flipped through the caddy where Zelda left the mail.

“Maybe I lucked out this time.” When the documents arrived, she’d store them in her safe deposit box and have all the locks changed on the office. She drummed her fingers on the desk. The snake had already charmed the keys out of either Edward or Zelda.

The savory aroma of steaming coffee followed Zelda into the office. Bless the girl’s efficiency.

“Have a seat, Zelda.”

“Yes, ma’am.” Zelda tugged at her miniskirt and wiggled into the wing chair.

Charlotte noted her tight blouse and lime green skirt and made a note to discuss proper office attire—tomorrow.

Zelda had only been in the position two weeks. She had to be better than the last girl who quit to stay home with her baby. Baby or not, how could a woman trust a man enough to be solely dependent on him? Charlotte would never give any man that much control.

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