Wife by Wednesday Read Free

she’d been feeling deep inside her to spread over her face. An undignified Snoopy dance had her wiggling her butt in the soft leather. “About friggin’ time,” she whispered to herself.
    The dashing Duke was her ticket to the big leagues. From the inception of Alliance , she’d pictured clients like Blake Harrison lining up for her services, rich men in need of finding a wife to check off their bucket list. She’d found wives for men who didn’t have time, or the desire to go through the dating game. They weren’t looking for love, but companionship. Some men wanted to claim a wife so that their lovers would stop bugging them for a ring. To date, she’d kept a steady income and personal referrals that built her business to sustain her.
    With Harrison , and his estimated profit potential, she’d be able to pay her largest expense for a good two to three years, or so she hoped.
    A millionaire on his own, Harrison didn’t need his late father’s money. But to allow a bank account that could buy out small countries to disappear into the melting pot of charity, or to the cousin Blake had mentioned, would be a shame. Especially with all the corruption and scandal associated with charities. There was no telling where that money would end up and whose pocket it would fatten.
    Sam knew first hand how do-good money often fell into greedy hands.
    Harrison ’s situation would bring up distractions she’d not faced before. His title might be the biggest problem to overcome. She’d have to screen the prospective women to make sure they didn’t have fairytale dreams of being a Duchess. Years of Disney videos were hard to combat. Combine that with Harrison ’s over-the-top good looks, and the women she’d introduce him to would have to be blind not to want more from the man than his money.
    The pictures she’d seen of him didn’t do him justice. She’d always looked up to men, had to with her five foot five frame, but Blake was six one on a bad day with shoulders rippling with muscles. She’d seen tabloid pictures of him on a beach in Tahiti that hinted at the physique he hid under his suit. When he’d walked into the coffee shop, all eyes turned to him yet he didn’t even notice. He simply scanned the room looking for her. With any other client, she’d have taken to her feet the second he hit the door, but with Blake, she needed a minute to compose herself. His firm, rugged jaw and striking grey eyes penetrated her normally calm disposition and made her heart leap.
    His looks would be a distraction. It would be best for all involved if the woman he picked to be his wife lived in one country while he lived in another. Spending long amounts of time with him would tempt any woman with a pulse to sleep with him.
    Sam removed her cell phone from her purse and called her assistant.
    “ Alliance , this is Eliza.”
    “Hey, it’s me.”
    “How did it go?” Eliza jumped right in with her query.
    “Perfectly. Did you pull the files and make the calls?”
    “I did. Joanne was the only woman not available at this time.”
    Sam pictured the tall brunette. “Really, why?”
    “Has a boyfriend, apparently.”
    That did tend to mess up marriage to another man. Without Joanne, there were three other perfect candidates. Unless Blake had a problem with beautiful women, she’d have the man a wife by Wednesday. It was only Monday.
    “Her loss.”
    “Are you coming in?”
    “I have an errand to run and then I’ll be there.”
    “Bring lunch.”
    Eliza and Sam had been friends for some time, long before their business relationship had taken off. “As your boss, shouldn’t you be picking me up lunch?” she teased.
    “Not when my slave-driving employer isn’t in the office long enough to man the phones.” The office, what a joke. Sam used the spare bedroom in the townhouse.
    Laughing, Sam said, “I’ll be there in a half an hour.”
    “You might want to call Moonlight first.”
    Sam sat a little taller. “Why is