Playboy Boss, Live-In Mistress. Kelly Hunter

found Rudy in the drawing room, clearing away the remains of the refreshments. ‘You do good sandwiches,’ she said by way of greeting.

      ‘What about the chocolate?’ he said.

      ‘That was good too.’

      His eyes narrowed. ‘You didn’t have any. No one mentions my sandwiches once they’ve eaten my chocolate.’

      ‘Good point. Rudy, I have a problem. I need to shop.’

      ‘For what?’ he said gruffly.

      ‘A business suit. Dark-rimmed glasses. Possibly sensible shoes, although I may not have the fortitude to carry through on that particular notion.’

      He looked at the shoes she was wearing. ‘It’s a wonder you can walk at all.’

      ‘The shoes are good,’ she said. ‘The shoes are fine. I’ve changed my mind about the shoes. But I still need a suit. Trousers maybe. No-nonsense shirts. Corporate body armour. Do you know of any shops nearby that sell that type of clothing?’

      ‘Do I look like I frequent women’s clothing stores to you?’

      ‘No, but you might have a sister who’d know. Or a female friend who walks past a shop just like that every day on her way to work. You won’t know until you ask.’ Sienna smiled winningly and got a glower in reply.

      ‘Don’t you have other clothes you could wear?’

      ‘Not if I want a constant visual and tactile reminder of the new corporate PA me—which I do. Today,’ she added when Rudy grunted and headed for the door with plates and jug in hand. She scooped up the mugs, shoved a chocolate in her mouth and followed him to the kitchen. ‘The chocolate is divine,’ she said around a mouthful of it.

      ‘Try chewing it next time.’

      ‘I chewed it this time. C’mon, Rudy. I need some local knowledge. Are you sure you don’t know anyone who dresses like Wonder Woman when she’s not out saving the day?’

      ‘Who?’ he said.

      ‘What about one who dresses like Clark Kent, mild-mannered reporter, before he morphs into Superman?’

      He shook his head as if baffled.

      ‘I need something to remind me that I’m working for Lex now and that I should just do the job he’s paying me to do and not deliberately set out to annoy him,’ she snapped. ‘I want Lex to look at me and see an efficient personal assistant and not his old family friend Sienna. I need a suit! A no-nonsense, focus-on-the-job, don’t-look-at-me-like-that suit.’

      ‘Have you always been bonkers?’ muttered Rudy. ‘Or is this a recent development?’

      Sienna smiled tightly. ‘It’s new.’

      ‘I’ll make one call,’ he said. ‘If that doesn’t work you’re on your own.’

      The call did work, and within two minutes he’d arranged for some woman called Gracie Mae to collect her from the house in ten minutes’ time and take her shopping.

      ‘That’s Grace to you,’ he said curtly. ‘She’s the publicity officer for the Point Clarence Yacht Club, and mind you show her some respect.’