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The Unmasked CEO (Captured by Love #7)

By´╝ÜMiranda P. Charles


"Great. Thanks, Simon. Bye."

"So," Tristan drawled when Simon hung up, "I take it you want to bump me off the plane on Friday so you can fly someone else, huh?"

"Only if you really intend extending your stay in Brisbane," he answered seriously.

"Well, you just helped me make up my mind," Tristan said cheerfully. "I'll stay until next Monday morning."

"Excellent. Thanks a lot, bro," he said gratefully. "By the way, does anyone know of a company that can supply Ingrid Lawrence with a live-in chauffeur-slash-bodyguard for a whole month? Or a person who might be interested in the job? The chauffeur will be staying with Mrs. Lawrence and her personal assistant, so I need a name that you guys already trust." He told them about Ingrid and her travel plans.

"No," came the replies.

"I do," Lucas said.

"Great! Who?"

Lucas grinned slyly. "You. Perfect incognito role, dude. As you said yourself, the nice ladies outside of Sydney shouldn't recognise who you are."

Simon chuckled, shaking his head.

"Why not? Remember our earlier bet? This chauffeuring-bodyguard gig is the perfect setup for that. You're an excellent driver and a black belt in karate."

"You made another bet apart from our Captured by Love game?" Carter asked.




"Yeah," Lucas said. "As you know, Simon wants to hide his financial status so he doesn't attract gold-diggers. But how can an uber-wealthy guy with expensive tastes who's never even set foot in thrift stores hide his identity for any length of time?"

Simon smirked, his competitiveness kicking into gear. "I'm sure I'll manage well enough being on a chauffeur's salary, Lucas. How hard can it be? And you're right. It's the perfect setup. Since we'll be hopping from town to town, there'll be lots of opportunities to meet nice, decent ladies."

"And if you do meet a nice girl that you like, how long are you gonna lie to her about who you really are?" Marilyn asked with clear disapproval. "I'm telling you that even your devilishly handsome good looks won't keep a woman if you keep on lying to her."

"Hey, I don't intend to deceive anyone for the heck of it. I just don't want someone prejudging me because of my playboy reputation or wanting me because of my money. I need to break the cycle of attracting the wrong girls and being avoided by the decent ones."

"So you're really turning over a new leaf?" Erin asked in a serious tone. "For real?"

He inhaled deeply. "I want to, for the right woman. And I blame you loved-up people for this affliction," he said, pointing an accusing finger at his partnered friends.

The girls cheered and gave each other high fives.

"Well," Jarryd said with a grin, "since I'm a happy Alexander Jets customer, put me down as a reference. I'd like to see this happen for you, Simon, and I don't mind twisting the truth a bit for this important cause."

The others chimed in with the same offer.

"Thanks, guys," Simon said with a laugh.

"Just remember, we're counting on you to come clean after your contract is finished," Rick warned. "And no playboy shenanigans. We're putting our professional reputation on the line by giving you semi-truthful references because we want to support you turning over a new leaf."

"Yes, don't worry. I understand and appreciate what you're doing for me. And you know what? I'm really glad I decided a long time ago not to have my photo on the Alexander Jets website. As long as the girls I meet don't have a reason to Google Simon Alexander, it shouldn't be a problem hiding my identity for one month. Lucas is right. This job with Ingrid Lawrence is the perfect setup."

"Good luck, Simon," Marilyn said. "We're really rooting for you to find your potential other half."

"Thanks," he said, rolling his eyes to hide his embarrassment at the fact that he was truly excited.

This business of finding a special someone couldn't be all that difficult when his undesirable image wouldn't be dragging him down, right?

"If our flight can't get rescheduled, then we might have to postpone our road trip and go home in the meantime," Ingrid Lawrence said. "I don't really want to do that, but Justin will have more opportunities to see me in Hobart since he'll be there for several weeks to visit his parents after his short stay in Sydney."

Geri Blaine hid a sigh as she placed a cup of coffee in front of her employer of almost four months. They couldn't go home yet. Touring Australia with Ingrid as her personal assistant and travel companion was the only reason she was able to stay away from Hobart.

"Someone from Alexander Jets will be calling me soon with an answer, Mrs. Lawrence," she said as she sat next to Ingrid on the sofa. "Let's hope they're able to fly us to Sydney on Friday in time for your dinner with Justin."

Rolf, the five-and-a-half-month-old Yorkshire terrier, left Ingrid's side to settle himself on Geri's lap. Geri petted the pooch, smiling at the feel of his newly trimmed coat.

Rolf closed his eyes, content and tired from his recent play in the park nearby.

"I swear that dog loves you more than me," Ingrid said with a huff before taking a sip of her coffee.

"He's just more used to me," Geri said. What else could she say? Rolf did prefer her over Ingrid.

One of her first tasks when she'd started working for Ingrid was to get a puppy that Ingrid could take with her during her travels. Geri had instantly fallen in love with Rolf when a friend-an expert dog obedience trainer-offered one of his Yorkie pups for sale. That same friend had helped Geri completely house-train Rolf and get him ready for long trips. By the time they'd left Hobart two and a half months ago, not only had Rolf been fully housebroken, but he'd also been travel-ready.

Fortunately, apart from the occasional utterances of jealousy, Ingrid didn't mind much that her dog preferred Geri. Ingrid was happy enough as long as Rolf slept in Ingri

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