All Chapters of Accidentally In Love With You: Chapter 191 - Chapter 200

Felicity smiled at Dianna. “You can go on through.” Dianna managed a smile for Felicity and looked toward the doors of Mason’s office with trepidation. She could very well be walking into her own execution and she had no defence. Mason could decide to end her employment with Black Sheep and she wouldn’t blame him…okay, she might blame him a little bit, but ultimately, if he deemed she wasn’t pulling her weight and had taken too much time off, she couldn’t exactly refute it. She’d had a lot of time off and even though she tried to work as much as she could, some days it just wasn’t possible. Her work was never late or sloppy or compromised, but her in-office hours were definitely less than ideal. “He won’t bite,” Felicity said from her gate-keeper’s desk. “If you tell me his bark is worse than his bite, I might have to hit you,” Dianna replied without looking away from the double wooden doors in front of her. Felicity chuckled. “Mason will not fire you, now get in there before

“Hold the elevator!” Jack stuck his hand between the elevator doors to stop them from closing. As they whooshed back open, he saw Dianna making her way toward him. She hadn’t seen him yet, and he had a rare moment to observe her without her in attack mode. She moved slower than he was used to seeing her and he was about to open his mouth and make a sarcastic comment when he noticed she wasn’t just moving slower; she was limping. Jack frowned. Was she injured? “Are you—” Dianna looked up then, caught sight of him, and scowled. The words he was going to say died on his tongue. Before his eyes, she transformed. Her back and shoulders straightened and the beat-down look on her face melted away. In place was the ice queen he’d become all too familiar with. He sighed. It was his own fault, really. He knew he’d created this problem and he should fix it. Now more so than ever. He needed Paper Gate and Dianna was his way in. They didn’t have to be friends, she just needed to not ac

So no, she didn’t want anything from Jack. She didn’t need anything from Jack, even if his attitude toward her pissed her off to no end. Men could all go to hell, as far as she was concerned. Okay, not all men. Mason was pretty decent for having a penis, and some of the other guys that lived in the building seemed nice enough, but not Jack. Jack was firmly in the bastard column, and she’d had enough of those to last her a lifetime. Still, she probably shouldn’t have jumped down his throat earlier. He had tried to apologise and even though she knew it was only because of Paper making nice with him would serve her purposes too. Mason wanted her to work with The Playbook and that meant working with Jack and as hard as she’d tried to find an alternative, there wasn’t one. What she should have done was gracefully accept Jack’s apology and let them move on to a tacit but non-combative working relationship. Instead, she’d bitten his head off and her only excuse was the gremlin that live

On the screen, JJ opened the door, and they crept into the dark tunnel. It was on the side of a mountain and they’d had to battle untold numbers of dwarves, werefolk, and magical constructs as they climbed the narrow track through snow and battering winds. “Slow,” Dianna whispered. “Remember the trap.” She didn’t need to whisper. The monsters hiding in the dark on the screen couldn’t hear her voice, but this was a momentous occasion, and it felt only right to whisper. “I remember,” JJ whispered back. Okay, that shouldn’t sound so good, but it did. She could listen to JJ whisper the phone book to her all day long. There was something incredibly intimate about having someone whispering directly into your ear hole via a headset. No matter that JJ could be clear across the country or in another country altogether, as far as she knew. Which was another reason not to allow herself to be attracted to him…or maybe it was a point in his favor? If he only ever remained

Jack got out and slammed the door closed. “We have a meeting here?” he asked. “Yep. Mason called me this morning and asked if we could meet with him.” “Does this mean you were able to work your weird magic and smooth things over without involving Dianna?” Jack asked hopefully. “This has nothing to do with me,” Carter replied as they headed across the stone plaza in front of the Black Sheep building. “Mason reached out to me.” Hmm. Maybe the tarts had done their job after all? It was almost too much to hope for, but if Mason Pressfield had reached out to Carter for a meeting, that had to be a good sign, right? Or he was going to personally tear strips off them for being mean to Dianna. Jack snorted. Nope, that wouldn’t happen. A man like Mason wouldn’t bother with the petty squabbles of those so far beneath him. The man was an enigma and one of the youngest billionaires in the country. After the release of Paper, his stock price would undoubtedly increase tenfold. No way was