His Millionaire Maid

By: Coleen Kwan
His new hire has a secret…

As far as Nina Beaumont is concerned, money ruins everything. Leave it to her wealthy family to screw up her professional life and her personal life. When she crashes and her car sinks, sending her identification and all her belongings spiraling into the watery abyss, Nina sees her chance to escape.

And stumbles into a job with the hottest man she’s ever met…as his maid.

Between running an inn, caring for his grandmother, and trying to keep the dirty-dealing Beaumont Corporation from stealing his land, Joe Farina’s plate is full. He doesn’t have time for romantic entanglements—especially not with the suspiciously bad maid he just hired, no matter how much he needs her…both in and out of his bed.

Screwing with her life is one thing, but Nina’s not about to let her family screw with Joe. That is, if she doesn’t lose him when he finds out who she really is.

To my family.

Chapter One

“My life sucks,” Nina Beaumont declared, glaring at the road ahead of her, hands clenched around the steering wheel of her BMW.

A snort came from her cell phone mounted in its hands-free cradle. “Yeah, right,” her best friend, Lindsey, said. “It sucks to have a megamillionaire daddy like Carson Beaumont. I’m sure most of America can sympathize with that.”

“Most of America doesn’t know how difficult it is working for that megamillionaire daddy.”

“Come on, Nina. After all the clashes between you two, your dad’s just relieved you’re finally working for him.”

Nina blew out a sigh. “But if I wasn’t working for him, I wouldn’t be in this mess.”

“What kind of mess?”

“A horrible, never-saw-this-coming kind of mess.” Nina chewed on her lip. “It’s just hit me out of nowhere…and now I don’t know how I’m going to face everyone at the office when I get back to San Francisco—”

Her voice broke up, and a lump formed in her throat. Damn it, why did this have to happen now? Why did being a Beaumont continue to screw with her life?

“Nina?” Concern threaded Lindsey’s voice. “You sound really upset. Tell me what’s going on.”

Nina lifted her foot off the gas pedal and eased the car down to forty miles per hour. She was cruising through redwood forests and rolling pastures with the ocean sparkling in the near distance—gorgeous countryside she barely noticed. She was also headed in the complete opposite direction of where she was supposed to be—and wasn’t that an apt metaphor for her entire life? Instead of heading south toward San Francisco, she was going north, winding through Mendocino County, not with any specific destination in mind but because the thought of returning to Beaumont, Inc. headquarters and facing the work colleagues she’d thought were her friends made her feel sick to her stomach.

“I came up to Sonoma yesterday,” she said. Beaumont, Inc. owned a string of exclusive upmarket golf resorts, and she’d gone to the one in Sonoma County for a human resources meeting, an ordinary gathering about work policies. “And this morning before I left, Harry, my manager, called to tell me I got a promotion—”

“But that’s fantastic news!” Lindsey interrupted. “You never told me you were in line for a promotion.”

“Well, I never thought I’d be chosen. I was so stunned I was speechless.”

“You, speechless? I find that hard to believe. So what’s the problem?”

“In all the confusion, I forgot I had some questions for Harry. So I called him back. But an intern answered, and when she went to look for him, instead of putting me on hold, she left the phone on her desk.” Nina sucked in a deep breath. “And I overheard a couple of people talking about me.”

“Oh, no. I’m guessing it wasn’t anything good?”

“They were talking about my promotion, and they both agreed that no one else stood a chance against me, no matter how hard they worked, because I’m a fricking Beaumont.” She heard the bitterness in her voice but couldn’t suppress it. “Can you believe it? Doesn’t matter if I deserved the promotion or not—everyone assumes I only got it because my daddy owns the company.”

“You work hard; you don’t trade on your name. You shouldn’t listen to idle gossip.”

Nina shook her head. “This was Ryan and Fiona talking. We’ve worked late nights together, gone out for Friday night drinks, talked about ourselves. I thought we were friends.” Her heart panged. That was the worst part, finding out they had never really been friends and could never be friends because of who she was—a Beaumont heiress.

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