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  Contents

  The Misters

  Mr. Perfect

  DESCRIPTION

  Chapter One - Ellie

  Chapter Two - Ellie

  Chapter Three - Ellie

  Chapter Four - Ellie

  Chapter Five - Mac

  Chapter Six - Mac

  Chapter Seven - Ellie

  Chapter Eight - Mac

  Chapter Nine - Mac

  Chapter Ten - Ellie

  Chapter Eleven - Ellie

  Chapter Twelve - Ellie

  Chapter Thirteen - Mac

  Chapter Fourteen - Ellie

  Chapter Fifteen - Mac

  Chapter Sixteen - Ellie

  Chapter Seventeen - Mac

  Chapter Eighteen - Ellie

  Chapter Nineteen - Mac

  Chapter Twenty - Ellie

  Chapter Twenty-One - Ellie

  Chapter Twenty-Two - Mac

  Chapter Twenty-Three - Ellie

  Chapter Twenty-Four - Ellie

  Chapter Twenty-Five - Mac

  Chapter Twenty-Six - Ellie

  Chapter Twenty-Seven - Ellie

  Chapter Twenty-Eight - Ellie

  Chapter Twenty-Nine - Mac

  Chapter Thirty - Ellie

  Chapter Thirty-One - Ellie

  Chapter Thirty-Two - Mac

  Chapter Thirty-Three - Ellie

  Chapter Thirty-Four - Mac

  Chapter Thirty-Five - Ellie

  Chapter Thirty-Six - Mac

  Epilogue - Mac

  Mr. Romantic

  DESCRIPTION

  Chapter One - Ivy

  Chapter Two - Ivy

  Chapter Three - Nolan

  Chapter Four - Ivy

  Chapter Five - Nolan

  Chapter Six - Ivy

  Chapter Seven - Nolan

  Chapter Eight - Ivy

  Chapter Nine - Nolan

  Chapter Ten - Ivy

  Chapter Eleven - Nolan

  Chapter Twelve - Ivy

  Chapter Thirteen - Nolan

  Chapter Fourteen - Ivy

  Chapter Fifteen - Nolan

  Chapter Sixteen - Ivy

  Chapter Seventeen - Nolan

  Chapter Eighteen - Ivy

  Chapter Nineteen - Nolan

  Chapter Twenty - Ivy

  Chapter Twenty-One - Nolan

  Chapter Twenty-Two - Ivy

  Chapter Twenty-Three - Nolan

  Chapter Twenty-Four - Ivy

  Chapter Twenty-Five - Nolan

  Chapter Twenty-Six - Ivy

  Chapter Twenty-Seven - Nolan

  Chapter Twenty-Eight - Ivy

  Chapter Twenty-Nine - Nolan

  Chapter Thirty - Ivy

  Chapter Thirty-One - Nolan

  Chapter Thirty-Two - Ivy

  Chapter Thirty-Three - Nolan

  Chapter Thirty-Four - Ivy

  Chapter Thirty-Five - Nolan

  Chapter Thirty-Six - Ivy

  Chapter Thirty-Seven - Nolan

  Chapter Thirty-Eight - Ivy

  Chapter Thirty-Nine - Nolan

  Chapter Forty - Ivy

  Chapter Forty-One - Nolan

  Chapter Forty-Two - Ivy

  Chapter Forty-Three - Nolan

  Chapter Forty-Four - Ivy

  Chapter Forty-Five - Nolan

  Chapter Forty-Six - Ivy

  Chapter Forty-Seven - Nolan

  Chapter Forty-Eight - Ivy

  Chapter Forty-Nine - Nolan

  Epilogue - Nolan

  Mr. Corporate

  DESCRIPTION

  Prologue - Weston

  Chapter One - Victoria - Five Days Ago

  Chapter Two - Weston

  Chapter Three - Victoria

  Chapter Four - Weston

  Chapter Five - Victoria

  Chapter Six - Weston

  Chapter Seven - Victoria

  Chapter Eight - Weston

  Chapter Nine - Victoria

  Chapter Ten - Weston

  Chapter Eleven - Victoria

  Chapter Twelve - Weston

  Chapter Thirteen - Victoria

  Chapter Fourteen - Weston

  Chapter Fifteen - Victoria

  Chapter Sixteen - Weston

  Chapter Seventeen - Victoria

  Chapter Eighteen - Weston

  Chapter Nineteen - Victoria

  Chapter Twenty - Weston

  Chapter Twenty-One - Victoria

  Chapter Twenty-Two - Weston

  Chapter Twenty-Three - Victoria

  Chapter Twenty-Four - Weston

  Chapter Twenty-Five - Victoria

  Chapter Twenty-Six - Weston

  Chapter Twenty-Seven - Victoria

  Chapter Twenty-Eight - Weston

  Chapter Twenty-Nine - Victoria

  Chapter Thirty - Weston

  Chapter Thirty-One - Victoria

  Chapter Thirty-Two - Weston

  Chapter Thirty-Three - Victoria

  Chapter Thirty-Four - Weston

  Chapter Thirty-Five - Victoria

  Chapter Thirty-Six - Weston

  Chapter Thirty-Seven - Victoria

  Chapter Thirty-Eight - Weston

  Chapter Thirty-Nine - Victoria

  Chapter Forty - Weston

  Chapter Forty-One - Victoria

  Chapter Forty-Two - Weston

  Chapter Forty-Three - Victoria

  Chapter Forty-Four - Weston

  Chapter Forty-Five - Victoria

  Chapter Forty-Six - Weston

  Chapter Forty-Seven - Victoria

  Chapter Forty-Eight - Weston

  Epilogue - Victoria

  Mr. Mysterious

  DESCRIPTION

  Chapter One - Mac (Mr. Perfect) Right Now

  Chapter Two - Paxton - Eight Weeks Ago

  Chapter Three - Cindy

  Chapter Four - Paxton

  Chapter Five - Cindy

  Chapter Six - Paxton

  Chapter Seven - Cindy

  Chapter Eight - Paxton

  Chapter Nine - Cindy

  Chapter Ten - Paxton

  Chapter Eleven - Cindy

  Chapter Twelve - Paxton

  Chapter Thirteen - Cindy

  Chapter Fourteen - Paxton

  Chapter Fifteen - Cindy

  Chapter Sixteen - Paxton

  Chapter Seventeen - Cindy

  Chapter Eighteen - Paxton

  Chapter Nineteen - Cindy

  Chapter Twenty - Paxton

  Chapter Twenty-One - Cindy

  Chapter Twenty-Two - Paxton

  Chapter Twenty-Three - Cindy

  Chapter Twenty-Four - Paxton

  Chapter Twenty-Five - Cindy

  Chapter Twenty-Six - Paxton

  Chapter Twenty-Seven - Cindy

  Chapter Twenty-Eight - Paxton

  Chapter Twenty-Nine - Cindy

  Chapter Thirty - Paxton

  Chapter Thirty-One - Cindy

  Chapter Thirty-Two - Paxton

  Chapter Thirty-Three - Cindy

  Chapter Thirty-Four - Paxton

  Chapter Thirty-Five - Cindy

  Chapter Thirty-Six - Paxton

  Chapter Thirty-Seven - Cindy

  Chapter Thirty-Eight - Paxton

  Chapter Thirty-Nine - Cindy

  Chapter Forty - Paxton

  Chapter Forty-One - Cindy

  Chapter Forty-Two - Paxton

  Chapter Forty-Three - Cindy

  Chapter Forty-Four - Paxton

  Chapter Forty-Five - Cindy

  Chapter Forty-Six - Cindy

  Epilogue - Paxton

  Mr. Match

  DESCRIPTION

  Chapter One - OLIVER

  Chapter Two - KATYA

  Chapter Three - OLIVER<
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  Chapter Four - KATYA

  Chapter Five - OLIVER

  Chapter Six - KATYA

  Chapter Seven - OLIVER

  Chapter Eight - KATYA

  Chapter Nine - OLIVER

  Chapter Ten - KATYA – FOUR YEARS AGO

  Chapter Eleven - OLIVER

  Chapter Twelve - KATYA

  Chapter Thirteen - OLIVER

  Chapter Fourteen - KATYA

  Chapter Fifteen - OLIVER

  Chapter Sixteen - KATYA

  Chapter Seventeen - OLIVER

  Chapter Eighteen - KATYA

  Chapter Nineteen - OLIVER

  Chapter Twenty - KATYA

  Chapter Twenty-One - OLIVER

  Chapter Twenty-Two - KATYA

  Chapter Twenty-Three - OLIVER

  Chapter Twenty-Four - KATYA

  Chapter Twenty-Five - OLIVER

  Chapter Twenty-Six - KATYA

  Chapter Twenty-Seven - OLIVER

  Chapter Twenty-Eight - KATYA

  Chapter Twenty-Nine - OLIVER

  Chapter Thirty - KATYA

  Chapter Thirty-One - OLIVER

  Chapter Thirty-Two - KATYA

  Chapter Thirty-Three - OLIVER

  Chapter Thirty-Four - KATYA

  Chapter Thirty-Five - OLIVER

  Chapter Thirty-Six - KATYA

  Chapter Thirty-Seven - OLIVER

  Chapter Thirty-Eight - KATYA

  Chapter Thirty-Nine - OLIVER

  Chapter Forty - KATYA

  Chapter Forty-One - OLIVER

  Chapter Forty-Two - KATYA

  Chapter Forty-Three - OLIVER

  Chapter Forty-Four - KATYA

  Chapter Forty-Five - OLIVER

  Chapter Forty-Six - KATYA

  Chapter Forty-Seven - OLIVER

  Chapter Forty-Eight - KATYA

  Chapter Forty-Nine - OLIVER

  Chapter Fifty - KATYA

  Epilogue - OLVIER

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  About the Author

  The Misters

  By J. A. Huss

  Edited by RJ Locksley

  Copyright © 2018 by J. A. Huss

  All rights reserved.

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

  Mr. Perfect

  By J. A. Huss

  Edited by RJ Locksley

  Copyright © 2016 by J. A. Huss

  All rights reserved.

  ISBN-978-1-944475-04-8

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

  DESCRIPTION

  Wanting the perfect man doesn’t make me crazy. I just know what I like.

  A powerful billionaire in a suit wasn’t even my first choice. Mcallister Stonewall was never on my radar, I didn’t even know he existed.

  But I do now.

  His hands are all over me at work. The heat of his chest pressing against my bare back as he bends me over the desk is the only thing on my mind.

  He is my most forbidden desires unleashed. He is my new secret obsession. He is my Mr. Perfect.

  Until the moment I realize… There’s no such thing as perfect.

  Chapter One - Ellie

  Ellie: Hi, honey! I hope you’re having a great day! I made this super-cute Pinterest board last night. Wouldn’t the twins’ room look adorable like this?

  “Stop doing that, Ellie.” Ming is glaring at me like I just strangled a puppy.

  “What? I made a new Pinterest board last night. I just wanted to share.”

  “Share,” Ming says, shaking her head. “That’s a good one, Ellie. Anyway, that Brutus guy is here. The pilot just radioed and said he’s not pleasant, so be ready.”

  That’s it. I’m quitting.

  I’m not kidding. There is not enough money in the world to persuade me to put up with Brutus one more time. I’ve been talking to this guy for three months trying to get him to agree to an interview with Shawna and Greg on the Humpday Hottie segment of Daily E! and every single time the rock star has been an asshole to the nth degree. He was not at all thrilled about the Humpday thing. But he was only available on Wednesdays and he says he never tapes shows, only sings live. What does he want me to do? Reinvent the days of the week? Everyone knows Wednesdays are hump days. He should be thrilled we’re calling him a ‘hottie’.

  “I can read your mind, you know,” Ming says from behind me. She’s my best friend in the whole wide world.

  I’m looking out the window of my fishbowl office that opens up into the airplane hangar where the big shots come in. Any second now the plane will taxi in and he’ll get out and my personal hell will begin. Why did he agree to the interview if he didn’t want to come? We sent our best jet to pick him up in Santa Fe and fly him here. I’ve got the green room all ready for him—all those stupid riders he requires as part of his contract. Who needs an organic cheese tray at nine in the morning? The toothbrush I can see. That’s a good rider. And I’m not worried about the M&M’s with all the brown ones picked out. I have bags and bags of single-colored M&M’s stashed away down here. I can deal with any of the hundreds of silly M&M requests a celebrity can throw at me. But the hand-made Icelandic wool socks? When is he going to take his shoes off during this show? That bastard better take them home, too. If I find those Icelandic socks left behind after I had to personally arrange for a pair to be overnighted here—

  “Just ignore him, Ellie.”

  But I can’t ignore him. It’s my job to pay meticulous attention to his every whim. So I ignore Ming instead. I can see a reflection of her face in the glass. She’s scowling at me.

  I work for Stonewall Entertainment. I’m a celebrity consultant, which sounds fancy when you’re an intern, which I was when I took this job. But seven years later it’s nothing more than a fancy name for babysitter. My job is to handle the celebrities as they come in for appearances on any one of our two dozen online networks we run from the Stonewall Campus in the Denver Tech Center.

  Today is my lucky day because Brutus is coming. His first interview in five years and it’s with us. I arranged it. I wooed him and soothed him and promised to make his day perfect. Every album he’s released in the past ten years has gone platinum and Stonewall Senior told me to ‘make it happen.’

  And because making it happen is my MO, he’s here. But Brutus is a pompous ass.

  “Ellie?” Ming asks sharply to make me pay attention to her.

  “What?”

  “Don’t let him get to you. He’s just another somebody. Humor him.”

  I look over my shoulder and roll my eyes. “I do humor him. It’s my job to humor him. I even have the golf cart ready to take us to the main building. The covered one, like he asked for.” Even though it’s eighty-one degrees already and it’s only seven AM and the covered one has no air conditioning.

  Just imagining how much sweat will collect inside my bra on the drive over is almost enough for me to walk out and give no notice.

  “I’m definitely quitting today,” I tell Ming.

  “Nooo, Ell-lllie,” she says, sing-songing my name in that get-down-off-the-ledge voice. “You’re not. Because Adeline is coming tomorrow, remember?”

  I sigh. I didn’t. Well, I mean, I knew, of course. I have the whole schedule in my head. But Brutus…

  Most of the celebrities are regulars. Every once in a while we get a new person, but not very often. And Adeline is my favorite singer in the whole wide world. She just put out a new song last week and she’s going to sing it tomorrow on Throwback Th
ursday.

  I can’t quit until after that, I guess. I owe her the courtesy of a professional goodbye.

  “Fine.” I give in. The jet makes its way towards the hangar entrance. I smooth the wrinkles out of my pink A-line skirt and then wish I hadn’t worn something so girly today. My kimono blouse is white and flirty. Very ruffle-y. People never take me seriously when I wear ruffles. And there are no buttons in the front, it’s just a wrap-around.

  But it’s Wednesday, so that means an interesting blouse with an A-line skirt, mid-heel shoes, and a clutch. Thinking about what to wear each morning isn’t something I have much time for so I came up with a schedule for it. Mondays are pencil skirt with button-down oversized shirt and a thin belt at my waist. Tuesdays are business chic. Fitted trousers, light in the summer, dark in the winter, with a cami shell and a matching blazer. Thursdays are sex-it-up-for-happy-hour dresses. Ming and I both wear the office-safe version of a short cocktail dress, discreetly covered up with a blazer, and stash the stilettos in our desks until after work.

  Fridays are business casual. But for me that usually means wide-legged trousers with super-high heels to make my legs look long enough to pull that look off. I love the look, I just need a little help making it work. My legs look long in comparison with my small body, but they are not long. Stonewall has a great tailor on campus. They know me well.

  I’m sure Brutus will give today’s flirty outfit the stink-eye. I do my best with the clothes. I mean, really, I do damn good, if I do say so myself. It’s not easy dressing like a celebrity on a celebrity assistant’s salary. And I have to look this way, it’s part of my contract.

  “God,” I tell Ming. “I really won’t miss the clothes when I quit. I’m going to wear yoga pants to work every day.”

  “Where do you think you’ll be working that will let you wear yoga pants?” Ming asks.

  I shrug, my heart beating fast as they lower the airstairs. “The gym maybe. I might start teaching Zumba classes.”

  Ming laughs. “Honey, please. The last time you took Zumba with me you sprained your middle finger.” She shakes her head with a chuckle. “Who sprains a finger in Zumba?”

  “I fell on it wrong.” As I was flipping the instructor off for telling us to shake our money-makers like we mean it.

  Brutus appears in the doorway.

  “Shit,” I say. “Here he comes. See you later.”

  “Later,” Ming says.

  I take a deep breath, tuck my fancy pink clutch under my arm, and push through the glass doors of my office heading towards the jet. The airplane hangar is loud, busy, and dirty. I practically tiptoe across the bay, desperate to keep my second-hand hot pink Jimmy Choos from picking up any oil. I huff out a sigh of disgust. Why don’t we have a depot or something? A tiny concourse? This campus has a dry cleaner, a medical building, seventeen restaurants—not including the cafeteria in the main Atrium, which is free for everyone—three gyms, a tailor, an organic grocery store, and a wellness center that has a full-time staff of nail techs, hairdressers, and massage therapists.