The Plan by Qwen Salsbury @EnnBocci @QwenSalsbury #spotlight #excerpt

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Day of Employment: 359

11:05 a.m.

Location: Cubicles outside Canon’s office.

Co-workers:

Betting on

how long Canon’s new PA will last.
Me: No doubts. Ms. Gum-smacker won’t last the day. I need to place my bet.
Manolo Blahnik’s New Fall Shoes: Mine. As soon as Madeline hands over my winnings.

Emma Baker has never spoken a word to Alaric Canon, nor has he to her. But she’s studied him every day across the office tundra for almost a year. Canon is hard and fierce, terrifying and beautiful. He’s also the most stern, unforgiving person Emma has ever seen. Emma’s co-workers run a betting pool for Personal Assistant terminations. There’s a separate pot for the day

one leaves without crying. Not likely…Canon made a former Navy SEAL cry.

He has high standards and low tolerance. Everyone knows it. Everyone stays away. Everyone who can, that is. Except Emma. She can’t look away. Alaric Canon is the single most attractive man she’s ever seen. Bar none.

Canon has never noticed her. Not once in almost a year. She’s not even a blip on his radar. But she will be. His radar will be blipless no more.

It is a goal. Emma has a plan

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“Emma! You have got to wake up.”

Canon is holding me, but I feel jostled. He’s been shaking me. I gulp down air.

“Shhh.” His hand smoothes my hair out of my face and down my back. Pulling back, he looks at me. “I thought…oh, God, I thought you were being…and I heard you, and I could see the lights, and then and then and th—oh, my God, what the motherfuck are you wearing?”

He propels himself backward from the bed.

This is all so weird. I look down and remember the pity party that ended in donning a peach negligee with black lace inlays and fabric that makes Clara’s sheer robe look like plaid flannel.

“This? This is actually lingerie.”

I told him he would know it if I wore it. I don’t do things halfway.

“Wh-Why?”

Deer in headlights. Yeah, that description works here.

And just to keep things straight, I’m sporting the headlights.

Maybe we could call them blips.

I may have just set off the radar…

There’s something about flustered Alaric Canon I can’t get enough of. I’m practically naked, yet he’s the one uncomfortable.

“Why? What did you expect me to wear?” I stand to usher him out…and show off the cute little coordinating panties. “Did you think I sleep in the nude?”

“Goodnight, Ms. Baker,” he calls behind him. He has already crossed the hall.

“And a goodnight to you, Mr. Canon.”

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