Chapter Nine
James reclined in his office chair, threading his fingers through his hair as he stared at the computer screen. He’d just sent the last one of many emails to Anastastia. There was yet another change she wanted to the building, something that affected a long list of other things that would now have to change. At this rate, the project would never get up and running. It was as though she wanted this project to take three times longer than it should. So much for ‘taking time off’ at the country house. He would have been better off in Melbourne. Then again, if he were there, Anastasia would be at his doorstep until the early hours. She never took the hint to leave.
The hotel heiress was more work than she should be.
Her new national hotel chain, when finished – if finished - wo
