Contents
The Misters
Mr. Perfect
DESCRIPTION
Chapter One - Ellie
Chapter Two - Ellie
Chapter Three - Ellie
Chapter Four - Ellie
Chapter Five - Mac
Chapter Six - Mac
Chapter Seven - Ellie
Chapter Eight - Mac
Chapter Nine - Mac
Chapter Ten - Ellie
Chapter Eleven - Ellie
Chapter Twelve - Ellie
Chapter Thirteen - Mac
Chapter Fourteen - Ellie
Chapter Fifteen - Mac
Chapter Sixteen - Ellie
Chapter Seventeen - Mac
Chapter Eighteen - Ellie
Chapter Nineteen - Mac
Chapter Twenty - Ellie
Chapter Twenty-One - Ellie
Chapter Twenty-Two - Mac
Chapter Twenty-Three - Ellie
Chapter Twenty-Four - Ellie
Chapter Twenty-Five - Mac
Chapter Twenty-Six - Ellie
Chapter Twenty-Seven - Ellie
Chapter Twenty-Eight - Ellie
Chapter Twenty-Nine - Mac
Chapter Thirty - Ellie
Chapter Thirty-One - Ellie
Chapter Thirty-Two - Mac
Chapter Thirty-Three - Ellie
Chapter Thirty-Four - Mac
Chapter Thirty-Five - Ellie
Chapter Thirty-Six - Mac
Epilogue - Mac
Mr. Romantic
DESCRIPTION
Chapter One - Ivy
Chapter Two - Ivy
Chapter Three - Nolan
Chapter Four - Ivy
Chapter Five - Nolan
Chapter Six - Ivy
Chapter Seven - Nolan
Chapter Eight - Ivy
Chapter Nine - Nolan
Chapter Ten - Ivy
Chapter Eleven - Nolan
Chapter Twelve - Ivy
Chapter Thirteen - Nolan
Chapter Fourteen - Ivy
Chapter Fifteen - Nolan
Chapter Sixteen - Ivy
Chapter Seventeen - Nolan
Chapter Eighteen - Ivy
Chapter Nineteen - Nolan
Chapter Twenty - Ivy
Chapter Twenty-One - Nolan
Chapter Twenty-Two - Ivy
Chapter Twenty-Three - Nolan
Chapter Twenty-Four - Ivy
Chapter Twenty-Five - Nolan
Chapter Twenty-Six - Ivy
Chapter Twenty-Seven - Nolan
Chapter Twenty-Eight - Ivy
Chapter Twenty-Nine - Nolan
Chapter Thirty - Ivy
Chapter Thirty-One - Nolan
Chapter Thirty-Two - Ivy
Chapter Thirty-Three - Nolan
Chapter Thirty-Four - Ivy
Chapter Thirty-Five - Nolan
Chapter Thirty-Seven - Nolan
Chapter Thirty-Eight - Ivy
Chapter Thirty-Nine - Nolan
Chapter Forty - Ivy
Chapter Forty-One - Nolan
Chapter Forty-Two - Ivy
Chapter Forty-Three - Nolan
Chapter Forty-Four - Ivy
Chapter Forty-Five - Nolan
Chapter Forty-Six - Ivy
Chapter Forty-Seven - Nolan
Chapter Forty-Eight - Ivy
Chapter Forty-Nine - Nolan
Epilogue - Nolan
Mr. Corporate
DESCRIPTION
Prologue - Weston
Chapter One - Victoria - Five Days Ago
Chapter Two - Weston
Chapter Three - Victoria
Chapter Four - Weston
Chapter Five - Victoria
Chapter Six - Weston
Chapter Seven - Victoria
Chapter Eight - Weston
Chapter Nine - Victoria
Chapter Ten - Weston
Chapter Eleven - Victoria
Chapter Twelve - Weston
Chapter Thirteen - Victoria
Chapter Fourteen - Weston
Chapter Fifteen - Victoria
Chapter Sixteen - Weston
Chapter Seventeen - Victoria
Chapter Eighteen - Weston
Chapter Nineteen - Victoria
Chapter Twenty - Weston
Chapter Twenty-One - Victoria
Chapter Twenty-Two - Weston
Chapter Twenty-Three - Victoria
Chapter Twenty-Four - Weston
Chapter Twenty-Five - Victoria
Chapter Twenty-Six - Weston
Chapter Twenty-Seven - Victoria
Chapter Twenty-Eight - Weston
Chapter Twenty-Nine - Victoria
Chapter Thirty - Weston
Chapter Thirty-One - Victoria
Chapter Thirty-Two - Weston
Chapter Thirty-Three - Victoria
Chapter Thirty-Four - Weston
Chapter Thirty-Five - Victoria
Chapter Thirty-Six - Weston
Chapter Thirty-Seven - Victoria
Chapter Thirty-Eight - Weston
Chapter Thirty-Nine - Victoria
Chapter Forty - Weston
Chapter Forty-One - Victoria
Chapter Forty-Two - Weston
Chapter Forty-Three - Victoria
Chapter Forty-Four - Weston
Chapter Forty-Five - Victoria
Chapter Forty-Six - Weston
Chapter Forty-Seven - Victoria
Chapter Forty-Eight - Weston
Epilogue - Victoria
Mr. Mysterious
DESCRIPTION
Chapter One - Mac (Mr. Perfect) Right Now
Chapter Two - Paxton - Eight Weeks Ago
Chapter Three - Cindy
Chapter Four - Paxton
Chapter Five - Cindy
Chapter Six - Paxton
Chapter Seven - Cindy
Chapter Eight - Paxton
Chapter Nine - Cindy
Chapter Ten - Paxton
Chapter Eleven - Cindy
Chapter Twelve - Paxton
Chapter Thirteen - Cindy
Chapter Fourteen - Paxton
Chapter Fifteen - Cindy
Chapter Sixteen - Paxton
Chapter Seventeen - Cindy
Chapter Eighteen - Paxton
Chapter Nineteen - Cindy
Chapter Twenty - Paxton
Chapter Twenty-One - Cindy
Chapter Twenty-Two - Paxton
Chapter Twenty-Three - Cindy
Chapter Twenty-Four - Paxton
Chapter Twenty-Five - Cindy
Chapter Twenty-Six - Paxton
Chapter Twenty-Seven - Cindy
Chapter Twenty-Eight - Paxton
Chapter Twenty-Nine - Cindy
Chapter Thirty - Paxton
Chapter Thirty-One - Cindy
Chapter Thirty-Two - Paxton
Chapter Thirty-Three - Cindy
Chapter Thirty-Four - Paxton
Chapter Thirty-Five - Cindy
Chapter Thirty-Six - Paxton
Chapter Thirty-Seven - Cindy
Chapter Thirty-Eight - Paxton
Chapter Thirty-Nine - Cindy
Chapter Forty - Paxton
Chapter Forty-One - Cindy
Chapter Forty-Two - Paxton
Chapter Forty-Three - Cindy
Chapter Forty-Four - Paxton
Chapter Forty-Five - Cindy
Chapter Forty-Six - Cindy
Epilogue - Paxton
Mr. Match
DESCRIPTION
Chapter One - OLIVER
Chapter Two - KATYA
Chapter Three - OLIVER
Chapter Four - KATYA
Chapter Five - OLIVER
Chapter Six - KATYA
Chapter Seven - OLIVER
Chapter Eight - KATYA
Chapter Nine - OLIVER
Chapter Ten - KATYA – FOUR YEARS AGO
Chapter Eleven - OLIVER
Chapter Twelve - KATYA
Chapter Thirteen - OLIVER
Chapter Fourteen - KATYA
Chapter Fifteen - OLIVER
Chapter Sixteen - KATYA
Chapter Seventeen - OLIVER
Chapter Eighteen - KATYA
Chapter Nineteen - OLIVER
Chapter Twenty - KATYA
Chapter Twenty-One - OLIVER
Chapter Twenty-Two - KATYA
Chapter Twenty-Three - OLIVER
Chapter Twenty-Four - KATYA
Chapter Twenty-Five - OLIVER
Chapter Twenty-Six - KATYA
Chapter Twenty-Seven - OLIVER
Chapter Twenty-Eight - KATYA
Chapter Twenty-Nine - OLIVER
Chapter Thirty - KATYA
Chapter Thirty-One - OLIVER
Chapter Thirty-Two - KATYA
Chapter Thirty-Three - OLIVER
Chapter Thirty-Four - KATYA
Chapter Thirty-Five - OLIVER
Chapter Thirty-Six - KATYA
Chapter Thirty-Seven - OLIVER
Chapter Thirty-Eight - KATYA
Chapter Thirty-Nine - OLIVER
Chapter Forty - KATYA
Chapter Forty-One - OLIVER
Chapter Forty-Two - KATYA
Chapter Forty-Three - OLIVER
Chapter Forty-Four - KATYA
Chapter Forty-Five - OLIVER
Chapter Forty-Six - KATYA
Chapter Forty-Seven - OLIVER
Chapter Forty-Eight - KATYA
Chapter Forty-Nine - OLIVER
Chapter Fifty - KATYA
Epilogue - OLVIER
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About the Author
The Misters
By J. A. Huss
Edited by RJ Locksley
Copyright © 2018 by J. A. Huss
All rights reserved.
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
Mr. Perfect
By J. A. Huss
Edited by RJ Locksley
Copyright © 2016 by J. A. Huss
All rights reserved.
ISBN-978-1-944475-04-8
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
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Wanting the perfect man doesn’t make me crazy. I just know what I like.
A powerful billionaire in a suit wasn’t even my first choice. Mcallister Stonewall was never on my radar, I didn’t even know he existed.
But I do now.
His hands are all over me at work. The heat of his chest pressing against my bare back as he bends me over the desk is the only thing on my mind.
He is my most forbidden desires unleashed. He is my new secret obsession. He is my Mr. Perfect.
Until the moment I realize… There’s no such thing as perfect.
Chapter One - Ellie
Ellie: Hi, honey! I hope you’re having a great day! I made this super-cute Pinterest board last night. Wouldn’t the twins’ room look adorable like this?
“Stop doing that, Ellie.” Ming is glaring at me like I just strangled a puppy.
“What? I made a new Pinterest board last night. I just wanted to share.”
“Share,” Ming says, shaking her head. “That’s a good one, Ellie. Anyway, that Brutus guy is here. The pilot just radioed and said he’s not pleasant, so be ready.”
That’s it. I’m quitting.
I’m not kidding. There is not enough money in the world to persuade me to put up with Brutus one more time. I’ve been talking to this guy for three months trying to get him to agree to an interview with Shawna and Greg on the Humpday Hottie segment of Daily E! and every single time the rock star has been an asshole to the nth degree. He was not at all thrilled about the Humpday thing. But he was only available on Wednesdays and he says he never tapes shows, only sings live. What does he want me to do? Reinvent the days of the week? Everyone knows Wednesdays are hump days. He should be thrilled we’re calling him a ‘hottie’.
“I can read your mind, you know,” Ming says from behind me. She’s my best friend in the whole wide world.
I’m looking out the window of my fishbowl office that opens up into the airplane hangar where the big shots come in. Any second now the plane will taxi in and he’ll get out and my personal hell will begin. Why did he agree to the interview if he didn’t want to come? We sent our best jet to pick him up in Santa Fe and fly him here. I’ve got the green room all ready for him—all those stupid riders he requires as part of his contract. Who needs an organic cheese tray at nine in the morning? The toothbrush I can see. That’s a good rider. And I’m not worried about the M&M’s with all the brown ones picked out. I have bags and bags of single-colored M&M’s stashed away down here. I can deal with any of the hundreds of silly M&M requests a celebrity can throw at me. But the hand-made Icelandic wool socks? When is he going to take his shoes off during this show? That bastard better take them home, too. If I find those Icelandic socks left behind after I had to personally arrange for a pair to be overnighted here—
“Just ignore him, Ellie.”
But I can’t ignore him. It’s my job to pay meticulous attention to his every whim. So I ignore Ming instead. I can see a reflection of her face in the glass. She’s scowling at me.
I work for Stonewall Entertainment. I’m a celebrity consultant, which sounds fancy when you’re an intern, which I was when I took this job. But seven years later it’s nothing more than a fancy name for babysitter. My job is to handle the celebrities as they come in for appearances on any one of our two dozen online networks we run from the Stonewall Campus in the Denver Tech Center.
Today is my lucky day because Brutus is coming. His first interview in five years and it’s with us. I arranged it. I wooed him and soothed him and promised to make his day perfect. Every album he’s released in the past ten years has gone platinum and Stonewall Senior told me to ‘make it happen.’
And because making it happen is my MO, he’s here. But Brutus is a pompous ass.
“Ellie?” Ming asks sharply to make me pay attention to her.
“What?”
“Don’t let him get to you. He’s just another somebody. Humor him.”
I look over my shoulder and roll my eyes. “I do humor him. It’s my job to humor him. I even have the golf cart ready to take us to the main building. The covered one, like he asked for.” Even though it’s eighty-one degrees already and it’s only seven AM and the covered one has no air conditioning.
Just imagining how much sweat will collect inside my bra on the drive over is almost enough for me to walk out and give no notice.
“I’m definitely quitting today,” I tell Ming.
“Nooo, Ell-lllie,” she says, sing-songing my name in that get-down-off-the-ledge voice. “You’re not. Because Adeline is coming tomorrow, remember?”
I sigh. I didn’t. Well, I mean, I knew, of course. I have the whole schedule in my head. But Brutus…
Most of the celebrities are regulars. Every once in a while we get a new person, but not very often. And Adeline is my favorite singer in the whole wide world. She just put out a new song last week and she’s going to sing it tomorrow on Throwback Th
ursday.
I can’t quit until after that, I guess. I owe her the courtesy of a professional goodbye.
“Fine.” I give in. The jet makes its way towards the hangar entrance. I smooth the wrinkles out of my pink A-line skirt and then wish I hadn’t worn something so girly today. My kimono blouse is white and flirty. Very ruffle-y. People never take me seriously when I wear ruffles. And there are no buttons in the front, it’s just a wrap-around.
But it’s Wednesday, so that means an interesting blouse with an A-line skirt, mid-heel shoes, and a clutch. Thinking about what to wear each morning isn’t something I have much time for so I came up with a schedule for it. Mondays are pencil skirt with button-down oversized shirt and a thin belt at my waist. Tuesdays are business chic. Fitted trousers, light in the summer, dark in the winter, with a cami shell and a matching blazer. Thursdays are sex-it-up-for-happy-hour dresses. Ming and I both wear the office-safe version of a short cocktail dress, discreetly covered up with a blazer, and stash the stilettos in our desks until after work.
Fridays are business casual. But for me that usually means wide-legged trousers with super-high heels to make my legs look long enough to pull that look off. I love the look, I just need a little help making it work. My legs look long in comparison with my small body, but they are not long. Stonewall has a great tailor on campus. They know me well.
I’m sure Brutus will give today’s flirty outfit the stink-eye. I do my best with the clothes. I mean, really, I do damn good, if I do say so myself. It’s not easy dressing like a celebrity on a celebrity assistant’s salary. And I have to look this way, it’s part of my contract.
“God,” I tell Ming. “I really won’t miss the clothes when I quit. I’m going to wear yoga pants to work every day.”
“Where do you think you’ll be working that will let you wear yoga pants?” Ming asks.
I shrug, my heart beating fast as they lower the airstairs. “The gym maybe. I might start teaching Zumba classes.”
Ming laughs. “Honey, please. The last time you took Zumba with me you sprained your middle finger.” She shakes her head with a chuckle. “Who sprains a finger in Zumba?”
“I fell on it wrong.” As I was flipping the instructor off for telling us to shake our money-makers like we mean it.
Brutus appears in the doorway.
“Shit,” I say. “Here he comes. See you later.”
“Later,” Ming says.
I take a deep breath, tuck my fancy pink clutch under my arm, and push through the glass doors of my office heading towards the jet. The airplane hangar is loud, busy, and dirty. I practically tiptoe across the bay, desperate to keep my second-hand hot pink Jimmy Choos from picking up any oil. I huff out a sigh of disgust. Why don’t we have a depot or something? A tiny concourse? This campus has a dry cleaner, a medical building, seventeen restaurants—not including the cafeteria in the main Atrium, which is free for everyone—three gyms, a tailor, an organic grocery store, and a wellness center that has a full-time staff of nail techs, hairdressers, and massage therapists.