Page 68 of How to Resist Prince Charming

“Oh,” Lenna said in surprise. They needed a translator. The guy wanted her to come work for him as a translator.

Oh, wow.

“But...” She winced. “I only know French. I mean, that’s the only language where I’m adept. I can probably do passably in Spanish, and I know minimal Italian. But I’m not very—”

“Hell, French, Spanish and Italian are a heck of a lot more than anyone around here knows.”

“But—” she said again. Dear Lord, was this really happening? Someone was calling to offer her a dream job of a lifetime, and she was arguing with him?

“Why don’t you just come by ProTech and talk to me some time. I’ll show you a few websites, and we’ll see if you think you can figure them out. It’s not like you have to know the translations immediately, anyway. You can always cheat and look up words, or contact a professional translator who can help you. I just need someone to do that specific job. How does that sound?”

“It sounds wonderful,” she blurted out. But there was no way she was in any way qualified for the position.

“Awesome,” Greg said. “How about you swing by ProTech at, say, nine tomorrow morning?”

Lenna was flabbergasted, absolutely speechless. She bobbed her head vigorously before she realized he couldn’t see her silent answer.

Then, unable to contain her excitement, she burst out—a little too vociferously—“Yes! Oh, my God. Yes. Thank you so much, Mr...” Shoot! What was his last name again?

He chuckled. “Just call me Greg. We’re pretty informal around here.”

“Thank you, Greg. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

After he disconnected, Lenna stared at the phone and then let out a shrill scream of excitement. Falling back on her bed, she stared at the ceiling and grinned. She had an interview in the morning.

And she had Braxton to thank for it.

* * * *

It was nearly nine that night by the time Braxton made it home. Delightfully surprised to find a gorgeous blonde sitting on his front step, his heart rate picked up, and his shoulders tensed in anticipation. He could definitely get used to coming home to a sight like this.

He cut the engine, snagged his briefcase from the passenger seat, and hopped out of his Land Rover, hurrying around the hood toward her as she got to her feet.

He was about to ask her what she was doing off work so early when she said, “Where were you? I took off work early to talk to you, and I’ve been waiting here ever since.”

“Lenna, Jesus, I’m sorry,” he answered, drained after the day he’d put in. “I wished I’d known that; I would’ve called. After going international, we’ve been swamped in the office, so I decided to put in a little overtime.”

“Overtime?” Lenna repeated as if she didn’t believe him. “Company presidents still have to work overtime?”

Braxton nodded and slowed to a stop. “The good ones certainly do.” The smile slipped off his face as he noticed how accusing her gaze appeared. “What’s up? Everything okay?”

“Did you tell one of your friends about me today?” she asked, coming straight to the point.

Worry laced his stomach and it stirred uneasily. Oh, Lord, he hadn’t thought she’d be mad at him over his call to Greg. He hadn’t even considered that possibility.

“I...I...I didn’t tell him about us,” he reassured her.

“But you mentioned my name?” she pressed.

He nodded nervously. “As the daughter of one of my employees, yeah, I did. My friend, Greg, needs a translator for his business and I...I mentioned how well you spoke French.” Braxton blew out a breath. “Was that bad?”

Lenna continued to eye him with that freaky, blank look she had going.

He swallowed. Great, he’d messed up. Big time.

But then she let out a piercing shriek of excitement, and her face lit with pleasure. Flying at him, she opened her arms and flung herself against him, kissing and hugging him like crazy. It almost knocked him over backward and right onto his butt.

“I have an interview tomorrow at nine,” she

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