The CEO Daddy Next Door by Karen Booth Read Free Book Online Page A

a real pair, she’d be well acquainted with Chambers No. 9 by now. She took a second drink, a sip this time. It truly was lovely—in taste and in the way it took the edge off. By the bottom of the glass, she’d be much better equipped to carry on countless conversations.
    â€œThank you both,” Marcus said, partaking of his drink, continuing his conversation with Alan.
    A nonstop parade of people approached Ashley, most asking for tidbits on the upcoming slate of new episodes. “What’s the most unlikely pairing you put together this season?” one entertainment reporter asked.
    â€œProbably a pair of lawyers from rival law firms. I’ve never seen two people argue as much as they did. The production team was sure I’d missed the mark, but I could see the attraction between them. Once they set aside their egos and their issues, they fell hard. It’s one of my favorite episodes this year.”
    Marcus listened and nodded. “She knows when two people should be together.”
    â€œAnd what about you, Mr. Chambers? Tell me about your gin.”
    Ashley listened as he spoke about his father and grandfather, his impressive lineage, the history behind Chambers Gin. Ashley had nothing like that to brag about, not that it bothered her. She just didn’t like the looks of pity she got if anyone asked about her family and she told them the truth—she’d grown up with two brothers, and their parents loved all of them very much. Other than that, there hadn’t been two dimes to rub together, and she wasn’t even sure how they’d ever survived.
    Marcus was quite the opposite, born with an aristocratic silver spoon in his mouth. He worked hard, though. She’d give him that. He didn’t seem content to rest on laurels—those that belonged to him or his family. “Gin is my family’s passion, and it really is an art. I started my professional life as a securities trader, but I’m so glad to be running the family business and leading the charge with our new brand in the US.”
    Grace showed up right on the heels of that conversation. Marcus got them another round of drinks from the bar after Ashley made the introductions.
    â€œHe’s insanely hot,” Grace whispered in Ashley’s ear.
    â€œYeah, I got the memo.”
    â€œHas it been okay so far tonight?”
    Ashley leaned closer so no one could overhear. “It has. It’ll be interesting to see what the ride back to our building is like. He won’t have to be nice to me anymore at that point.” Several network people and more reporters had inched closer to them. “But I’ll catch you up about that tomorrow.”
    Grace fished her phone from her purse and consulted it. “I have to go. Problem with the guest list. I’ll catch up with you later.” She patted Ashley on the shoulder. “You’re doing great. Just keep smiling.”
    Grace disappeared into the crowd as Marcus brought their drinks.
    â€œAshley George, I want to know when exactly you got a boyfriend,” a woman said from behind them.
    Ashley turned, only to come face-to-face with Maryann, editor for the online gossip site that had published the embarrassing pictures of Ashley buying ice cream on a Saturday night. Maryann was a near-perfect human specimen, long legs and a button nose, but her personality was of the rodent variety.
    Ashley cupped her hand around Marcus’s ear. “Careful with this one. She’s mean.”
    Marcus offered his hand. “Marcus Chambers. Pleased to meet you. You are?”
    â€œMaryann Powell. Celebrity Chitchat . We’re the premier gossip website on the East Coast.”
    Marcus nodded in his distinguished English manner. “Ah. I haven’t yet had the opportunity to see your website, but I’m sure it’s of the highest caliber.”
    Ashley snickered and took another gulp of her drink.
    â€œI keep close tabs on