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Just His Secretary – Elana Johnson

“Message from Callie Michaels,” the SUV says, the female voice driving me toward the brink of madness. “Read it,” I say. “I’m busy with my boss and his mother this morning, but my afternoon is free.” I smile despite my blunder, because I know her afternoon is not free. “Text Callie: Sorry, I meant to send that to my stylist.
Send.” “Sending text to Callie,” the SUV parrots back to me. Hardly a moment passes before she responds and the car alerts me. “Read it,” I say. “Just the fact that you use words like stylist is impressive.” I’m not sure what to think. I haven’t spoken to her—via phone, in person, or text—since dropping her off after only a few minutes on the beach on Saturday. She’s been stuck in my head like a song I can’t get rid of, the kind that’s running through my mind when I wake up and stays there for hours throughout the day.
I might forget about it for a few minutes, but the moment the quiet creeps back in, so does the song—in this case, Callie. She’s been prevalent there, and I don’t know how to get rid of her. The last woman I felt like this about I proposed to—for real, with a real diamond and real roses and everything. I don’t say anything else while driving to Saucebilities, Tara Finch’s catering company that’s making a big name for itself around Charleston.
I’ve been to several events for clients where Saucebilities is responsible for the food, and I know Tara is Callie’s best friend. The parking lot holds a few cars, but there are plenty of spaces. I pull into one, grab my phone from the console, and button my suit coat as I stride toward the building. Her air conditioning is working just fine, and it’s clear I’m the last one there, despite being the only one who actually owns a car and drives it.
“Mister Houser.” A woman rises from a desk that’s mostly concealed behind a tall counter.
She’s just his secretary…until he needs someone on his arm to convince his mother that he can take over the family business. Then Callie becomes Dawson’s girlfriend—but just in his text messages…but maybe she’ll start to worm her way into his shriveled heart too. Callie: Dawson Houser makes sure everyone who comes into the office knows I’m “just his secretary.” Heck, I’ve even said it to suppliers and CEOs when they smile knowingly at the two of us during business meetings.
He scowls and grumps around the office afterward, as if the two of us dating is the most ridiculous thing on the planet. Dawson can handle them. I can handle them—and him too, once they leave. And he’s no picnic, let me tell you. Who can’t we handle? His mother. When Lila Houser comes to town with her faux furs and fashion sunglasses, she only has one question for her spoiled rotten son: When are you going to get married, Dawson, darling?
I expect him to laugh and tell her he’s never getting married. I mean, I’ve heard those exact words come out of his mouth. Instead, he pulls me to his side and says, “Maybe sooner than you think, Mother.” Oh, that Lila Houser can make a woman feel two inches tall with a simple up-down look. I think I’m a pretty good catch…no matter what my last three boyfriends say.
When Lila says, “I thought Callie was just your secretary,” I suddenly want to prove her dead wrong… Get ready to laugh out loud in this hilarious, sweet workplace romantic comedy! The romance is clean, the jokes witty, and the office grump swoon-worthy. Get all the Southern Roots Sweet RomComs: 1. Just His Secretary 2. Just His Boss 3. Just His Assistant 4. Just His Partner 5. Just His Barista Get the FREE introductory novel to the Southern Roots RomCom series, JUST HIS NEIGHBOR, by joining my newsletter here!
OceanofPDF.com CHAPTER ONE CALLIE My phone chimes, the sound of a high-pitched, toy car engine. My ride has arrived. I’m not quite ready to leave, but I did call the ride, and I can’t keep putting off this conversation. If my boss wasn’t quite so grumpy and if he didn’t already pay me quite so well, I wouldn’t feel so nervous about asking for a raise. Honestly, Dawson Tightwad Houser should’ve offered me the raise months ago.
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