Chapter Three

BETSY'S FACE WAS STILL on fire as she joined her employer in the living room, but this time in something else aside from her birthday suit. Short of painting her cheeks white like a geisha, she had done everything she could to stop herself from blushing. But it was just impossible, and she could actually feel her cheeks burning even hotter as the billionaire rose to his feet at the sound of her footsteps.

Oh my word!

Betsy had previously looked up photos of him on the Internet, but she knew now none of them had done him justice. And while she did have that "encounter" with him earlier, she had been so mortified everything had become a blur.

How can this man be real?

It felt like she was seeing Lukas Tsaldaris for the first time, and Betsy was completely caught off guard by how every inch of his six-foot-four frame was broodingly perfect.

He can't be real. Can he?

Everything about her boss was almost dramatic in its sheer gorgeousness. From the gleaming black shade of his hair to the silvery glitter of his eyes. The bronzed sleekness of his skin to the toned strength of his build. Even the way his obviously expensive suit molded faithfully to his lithe frame was sublime, and no matter how hard she squinted, she could not find a single crease!

The thought was like being slapped with reality, and Betsy was almost tempted to apologize for exposing her imperfect self to his gaze. Of all the people who had to see her naked, why must it be her too-perfect boss? What if he thought it was deliberate? What if Charlotte thought the same? What if she ended up being fired because of what happened?

No, oh no, please no!