The Scandal (Billionaire's Beach Book 4) - Christie Ridgway

Chapter 1

Four months and a continent away from where the scandal initially erupted, Sara Smythe still felt as if prying, judgmental eyes were upon her.

She yanked her ball cap lower on her forehead and glanced around the Malibu, California restaurant’s courtyard, scrutinizing the other patrons while making an effort not to catch their gazes. Then she checked her watch, fiddled with her glass of iced tea, and sighed, trying to find the inner and outer calm she’d cultivated as a graduate of the first all-female class of the prestigious Continental Butler Academy.

When all she wanted to do was motor home as quickly as possible.

Well, not home—she had none—but to the magnificent oceanfront estate that employed her.

Technically, of course, she had a human employer. But she’d never communicated with anyone besides an efficient and friendly administrative assistant at TemperCorp—a business analytics software and services company. Sara didn’t know exactly what that was, but its head man held ownership of the Malibu property even though he’d never stepped foot on it.

So, since she’d taken up residence three-and-a-half months before, Sara considered she belonged to the grounds and buildings of Nueva Vida. She was in their service.

A hand landed on her shoulder. Sara jumped, then jumped up, as she noted the new arrival was her lunch date and old classmate, Charlotte Emerson, who had convinced her to come to Southern California after the debacle in London.

“Charlie!” she said now, hugging her friend. Then she took another swift glance around, to make certain her enthusiasm hadn’t drawn unwelcome attention.

“Relax,” Charlie said. “No one would recognize you.”

Sara looked down at her cropped khaki cotton pants and plain white knit shirt. Her hair, the honey-blonde locks now cut short and dyed platinum—caused by an unfortunate intersection of panic and drugstore hair dye inexperience—was covered by the cap, also khaki. No, no one would guess she was the woman the tabloids had termed Homewrecking Hottie and who had inspired the headline “Staff Handled His Staff” as well as “Girl Butler Tore the Tie that Binds.”

The reporters’ tattle was one-sided lies, of course. As if Sara would do something so reckless and rash. And love and passion weren’t something she was convinced worth the risk anyway. Her parents had proved it was much too easy to make an impetuous— disastrous—mistake and fall for the entirely wrong person.

“You look wonderful,” she said to Charlie as the two took their seats. In a flowered wrap dress and tan leather kitten heels, the other woman appeared sophisticated and efficient, yet still very feminine. “Is everything well?”

“Very well,” Charlie said, tucking a stray strand of her glossy brown hair into her sleek bun. “I can’t wait to see Emmaline.”

“And I’m here!” a breathless voice cried. “Running late.”

Hugs were delivered all around before Sara noted the third of their triumvirate was dressed in the uniform they’d been given at the academy: white shirt, black tie, gray vest, gray striped trousers, and black morning coat.

Emmaline struggled out of this last now. “I didn’t even take the time to leave my coat in the car,” she said, carefully folding the garment—lining side out, as they’d been taught—over the empty seat. “I was that excited to see you.”

“How did your interview go?” Charlie asked.

Emmaline’s frown couldn’t mar the incredible beauty of her face. With shining dark hair, perfect olive skin, and warm, golden-brown eyes, she lived up to the Italian promise of her last name—Rossi.

“I won’t get the job,” Emmaline said flatly.

“Oh?” Sara’s heart dipped. There were few people in the world dear to her, and she’d hoped another might come to live nearby.

“Not a chance,” Emmaline said, then straightened her already straight spine and pursed her lips in a sucking-lemon expression. “The uniform,” she began in a pretentious tone, obviously mimicking the person who had just interviewed her, “is not a shroud, dear.”

Charlie patted Emmaline’s hand. “The lady of the house felt threatened.”

“Oh, yeah.” Emmaline slouched back in her seat. “And she and her husband have been married for thirty-five years! I thought the formal attire…”

Her friend thought the formal attire would somehow disguise her lush beauty…or at least neutralize it. But it wasn’t a shroud, nor even convenient woodwork into which one disappeared, which Sara had believed when she began working for the Greers after graduation.

Turned out it wasn’t armor, either.

“I’m sorry, Em,” she said now, glancing at her watch again. Every minute she remained sitting here, exposed to the public eye, tightened her nerves.

“Do you have an appointment?” Charlie asked. “Is that why you’re

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