A Mistletoe Kiss with the Boss Read Free

relations people would do a better job.
    Especially since he knew Alex Sancho, Princess Eva’s husband, didn’t like him.
    Her eyes brightened. “So there is a chance you’d relocate?”
    The sparkle in her eyes hit him like a punch to the gut, surprising him. Those soft green orbs were little mirrors to her happy soul. And that lush, kiss-me mouth? It took a stronger man than he was not to notice its plump fullness.
    Still, he shouldn’t be looking. He only dated sophisticates. Women who took lovers, who weren’t seeking happily-ever-after, as this bubbly, obviously naïve woman would be.
    But the feeling in his gut wouldn’t go away. It kept telling him that something about her was important. And he should pay attention.
    He pointed at the plane. “Let’s not get ahead of ourselves.”
    She preceded him up the short stack of steps into his jet. When she gasped, he laughed.
    â€œThe princess never takes you on her jet?”
    â€œUp until last year, she didn’t do much government business. Actually, she didn’t even have bodyguards.”
    He raised his eyebrows. “Are you going to waste these next few hours gossiping?”
    â€œNo.” She waved her hands. “Sorry. I know your time is precious.”
    â€œLet’s just buckle in and you can start your pitch once we’re at cruising altitude.”
    As he spoke, his second-in-command and best friend, Jason Wilson, stepped into the corridor from the office in the back.
    Short, twenty or thirty pounds overweight, but looking expensive and self-assured in his three-piece suit, Jason said, “We have a problem.”
    Dean motioned for Kristen to take a seat and buckle in. “I suppose we do if you flew the whole way to Europe rather than phone me.”
    Jason caught Dean’s arm and moved him to the back of the plane before he whispered, “While you were in meetings yesterday, I got word from a few investment firms that our stock’s about to be downgraded and they’re going to advise investors to sell.”
    Forgetting all about Kristen Anderson, he gaped at Jason. “Sell?”
    â€œ Tech Junkie ran an article about you. They suggested that the new product is late because we don’t have one.”
    â€œThat’s absurd!”
    â€œOh, it gets worse. They said you’re so far removed from real life and so far removed from real people that it’s a miracle you came up with the original operating system and games that you did. They claim being out of touch with real people means you can’t figure out what they want because you’re not one of them.”
    â€œHow I live has nothing to do with my abilities.”
    â€œNot according to the pundits quoted in the article. They say your reign is over. That you had five or six good ideas and exhausted them.”
    The urge to shake his head at the stupidity of some people was nearly overwhelming. He was a genius, for crying out loud. Of course he didn’t live like a normal person.
    â€œI spent my childhood poor, looking for ways to entertain myself. I know software. I know games.”
    â€œThey say that’s what got you here. But your ideas are gone.”
    He tossed his hands in frustration. “We have a fantastic series of games in the works!”
    â€œIn the works for three years. Too long in this market.” Jason snapped his fingers. “Everything’s all about speed these days.”
    â€œThe series has to be perfect before I can even talk about it, let alone roll it out.”
    â€œThen you’re pretty much screwed.” Jason’s gaze strayed to Kristen. “Who’s that?”
    He didn’t like explaining himself to anybody. Not even his best friend—especially since he wasn’t entirely clear why he was willing to hear Kristen Anderson’s pitch. Every time he looked at her, he got a “there’s an opportunity here” feeling. Which