Akira Tong for Christmas Read Free Page B

nothing with me. It took two trips to the SUV to get my personal belongings in. There was a knock on the suite door. I glanced toward the hall leading to Mr. Tong’s room and went to answer it. A clean cut blond with a dazzling smile greeted me, his cart loaded with endless bags of hanging clothes.
    “Delivery for Ms. Anna Shelby?”
    “Yes, thank you. Can you follow me?”
    I led him to the bedroom, and he unloaded the items into my closet despite my protests to do it myself. Finally he was gone.
    I dialed Anna.
    “You got it?”
    “Yes, he just delivered it. I’ve never seen so many clothes and shoe boxes and bags and doohickeys!”
    “That’s clothes for two weeks, no washing necessary. Everything should be tagged, what to wear to which place.”
    “You freak . You wonderful freaky woman.” I read one of the tags. Formal . “For the first time, I love you for your insane planning!” I unzipped the bag halfway. “Ohhhh myyyy…look at this gown.” I giggled and danced a little.
    She laughed softly. “I’m glad you like it. I was supposed to be wearing it.” Her voice croaked with sincere disappointment.
    “Awww, Anna, I’m so sorry. I really am.”
    “You don’t sound it.”
    “I’m trying. It’s hard.” I opened one of the boxes and sucked in a breath. “But I hate your taste in shoes! I’m going to die. They’re so high and beautiful . I hate you. I love you. What about makeup and jewelry and…”
    “All there, sweetie,” she murmured. “Each outfit should have a bag attached to it—the jewelry. I had them stock it yesterday.”
    “Wow, so particular.”
    “If this goes well, I’ll get promoted, and our company will expand, and life will be great.” Her every word wavered.
    “Stop talking. Are you eating? Taking your medicine on time? What about my hair? Good grief, I have no clue.”
    “Your hair is beautiful down. Just wash it and blow-dry it…and put in that firming stuff. Don’t remember what it’s called. And curl the ends. Then you’re good to go.”
    “Get some rest, Anna. I gotta go before he pops up naked again.”
    “Naked!” That woke her up.
    “Oh yeah, seems he doesn’t mind parading around without his shirt, and in only a towel,” I hissed.
    “Holy hell, you lucky dog.”
    “Lucky! Did I mention he’s like a cyborg? And what kind of name is that? Tong .”
    “Oh, honey, I forgot to mention to be careful with his name.” She lowered her voice to barely a whisper. “It’s actually Chinese. I think there may have been a little Romeo-and-Juliet drama somewhere in the bloodline, so he may be sensitive about it.”
    I quirked a lip. “I could care less about that, but it would’ve been nice if you’d told me how to pronounce it.”
    She sucked in her breath. “What did you call him?”
    “What the spelling of his name suggests I call him,” I whispered defensively.
    “Oh, dear.” She giggled weakly. “But he’s so sexy, isn’t he? And that dress should help seal the deal, but be extra nice.”
    I frowned at the sluttery she seemed to be suggesting. “Okay, yes, he’s very sexy. Heaven yes, but vaginafying this job will not further our cause. ’Sides that, I don’t kiss ass, not in that way.” Anna only chuckled. No doubt pitying me. Poor pitiful Farmer Jane. Farmer Jane come to town—
    come to New York —to stay in the same suite as an Asian god tycoon for two weeks!
    “I have to admit, this is more exciting than I’d ever imagined. This place is beautiful. The Christmas decorations are amazing. Oh crap, it’s late. Talk to you later. Bye.”
    “Please, Sarah, don’t forget. You’ve done this a hundred times.”
    “Right, right, got it. Raised in opulence. I can do that. I’ll just think of you and pretend I’m you.
    Works like a charm. I’m actually pretty good at it, you know.”
    “Don’t get comfy, li’l sis.”
    I snorted, bouncing my butt on the bed. “Little. I chased you out of the womb so I could take my time coming