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Back First Comes Love
Chapters (92)
  1. First
  2. Love Connection
  3. Zero
  4. One
  5. Two
  6. Three
  7. Four
  8. Five
  9. Six
  10. Seven
  11. Eight
  12. Nine
  13. Ten
  14. Eleven
  15. One Month Later
  16. Twelve
  17. Thirteen
  18. Fourteen
  19. Fifteen
  20. Six Months Later
  21. Sixteen
  22. Seventeen
  23. Eighteen
  24. Nineteen
  25. Twenty
  26. Twenty-one
  27. Twenty-two
  28. Twenty-three
  29. Twenty-four
  30. Six Months Later
  31. Twenty-five
  32. Twenty-six
  33. Twenty-seven
  34. Twenty-eight
  35. Twenty-nine
  36. Thirty
  37. Thirty-one
  38. Thirty-two
  39. Thirty-three
  40. I Have Never
  41. One
  42. Two
  43. Three
  44. Four
  45. Five
  46. Six
  47. Seven
  48. Eight
  49. Nine
  50. Ten
  51. Eleven
  52. Twelve
  53. Thirteen
  54. Fourteen
  55. Fifteen
  56. Sixteen
  57. Seventeen
  58. Eighteen
  59. Nineteen
  60. Twenty
  61. Twenty-one
  62. Twenty-two
  63. A Christmas Date
  64. One
  65. Two
  66. Three
  67. Four
  68. Five
  69. Six
  70. Seven
  71. Eight
  72. Nine
  73. Ten
  74. Eleven
  75. Twelve
  76. Thirteen
  77. Fourteen
  78. Fifteen
  79. Sixteen
  80. Seventeen
  81. Eighteen
  82. Nineteen
  83. Twenty
  84. Twenty-one
  85. Twenty-two
  86. Note from the Author
  87. Sneak Peek – To the Stars and Back
  88. Two
  89. Three
  90. Four
  91. Also by Camilla Isley
  92. About the Author

A blonde girl out of a commercial from the fifties smiles and pushes her Cat-Eye glasses up her nose. I guess going vintage is equally accepted over here.

“And Nico is in charge of business and politics.” Indira lowers her voice, “Never pick an ideological argument with him. Even if you’re right, he’ll bore you to death before you can prove your point.”

I nod. A glance at Nico’s bow-tied neck is enough to send off pompous alarm bells in my brain. The guy is frowning so hard at his screen he doesn’t even notice we’re talking about him.

“Over there in the corner are our techies and I’m in charge of everything non-content related. I guess this leaves you with all the fun stuff. Ah, and yes, that’s our meeting room.” She points at another glass-walled room next to Richard’s office where he’s still on the phone.

“You can either pick this station.” Indira knocks on the desk to her left. “Or the one beside mine. I’m the best neighbor you could wish for.”

“Well,” I stall. “I’m not even sure if I got the job yet.” Or if I want it.

“If you want it, the job’s yours.” Indira smiles knowingly. “Best piece of advice I can give you to survive around here is”—once again, she looks me over—“dress more casually and don’t fall for the boss.” Her eyes throw a wistful glance at the office behind me. “He’s damaged goods.”

I give her a questioning look, and she leans in with a conspiratorial air. “Rumor has it someone pulled a real number on him a few years ago. The boss hasn’t been in a serious relationship ever since. Real commitment-phobe.”

“You mean he’s single?” I blab before I can stop myself.

Indira raises an eyebrow at me, and I blush.

Smooth, Blair.

“I’d hardly call it being single.” She’s looking at me with too-perceptive eyes. “Richard dates a lot, but no gal sticks around for long.”

“You know what happened to him?”

“The gossip is he was about to—” She halts mid-sentence.

“Blair.” Richard’s voice, coming from behind me, sends a chill down my spine. “You’ve made it. Did Indira give you the tour already?”

“Hi.” I turn around and am once again hit by Richard’s unchecked good looks. “Yeah, we just finished.”

“Perfect. Want to come into my office to discuss the gory details?”

“Sure.”

I follow him and blush as the first thought that pops into my head is that we won’t be able to have sex on his desk—as per the glass walls. Stop it, Blair. Even if he wasn’t about to become your boss, Indira says he’s damaged goods and commitment phobic. Huge no-nos.