3 Stars
Patrick McLaren: CEO
of McLaren Hotels. Helicopter pilot. Part-time adrenaline junkie who treats
frostbite like a mild inconvenience. The kind of man who can silence a
boardroom with one raised brow.
Which is deeply
unfortunate, because I, Georgie Fitzgerald, have been sent to his remote
Scottish hotel to overhaul their IT systems. That means weeks of working in
close proximity to him and his lethal combination of jawline, arrogance, and
disdain.
And I know exactly
what he thinks of me, because the man doesn’t bother hiding it.
I’m his best friend’s
little sister—the pity hire who tanked her interview and only got the job
because my big brother pulled strings. The tech gremlin occasionally allowed
out of her cupboard to reset the router before being shoved back in again.
He climbs mountains
for fun. I break into a sweat ordering coffee. He’s brooding intensity in a
bespoke suit. I’m anxious energy and catastrophic overthinking in a cardigan.
It doesn’t matter how
hard I work to prove myself at his company. He doesn’t notice. He doesn’t
notice much about me at all.
Which is fine. It’s
not that I want his attention. It’s just… I can’t help being shy. I can’t help
that I’m still rebuilding myself after someone else tore me down.
But maybe I’m tired
of being anxious, apologetic, router-resetting Georgie who lives in the
background, worrying about what everyone thinks. About what he thinks.
Maybe it’s time to
reclaim my narrative.
And maybe that
includes claiming him.
Patrick was a fucking
idiot. He ruined the book. I liked Georgie and wanted more for her. I was
curious why she had the issues she did. She did forgive him too quickly. He
screwed around with her life from beginning to end and she just took it. Her
brother doesn’t want them together so he dumps her. Someone at work says she
did something wrong and he believes them without investigating. It wasn’t until
the entire team came together and threatened to quit for him to finally believe
her.
Book 3 Billionaire
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