Her Reluctant Wife: A Lesbian Age Gap Romance

mail room of a ginormous investment company when she had

a degree in accounting.

Everyone has to start somewhere.

Good token advice, when it felt like everything was ending,

not beginning.

Coralyn finally found a parking spot and walked quickly

towards the towering glass and steel monolith that was

Giana’s. It was intimidating, as far as structures went. Of

course, she had to stop and get a visitor’s pass from security in

the lobby. The elevator had thirty-seven floor choices. She was

going right to the top. Apparently, Giana Thompson liked a

good view, and the top floor would boast one of the best. She

probably had a sprawling office that was larger than ten of

Coralyn’s current apartments put together. It probably had

modern, expensive furniture, cold colors, adjustable lighting,

huge windows, and all sorts of cutting-edge artwork and other

décor. Tasteful, not boastful, but expensive all the same.

Coralyn shoved back the surge of doubt as the elevator rose.

When it opened to a large reception area with tiled floors and

stark white walls, she slammed her hands in her pockets so the

trembling wouldn’t be visible. She even managed to keep her

face impassive as she stared down the haughty young

receptionist who had been so rude on the phone the day

before. The woman looked like a model. She was perfect in

every way.

“I have an appointment with Ms. Thompson at two,”

Coralyn choked out. She’d checked her phone in the elevator.

She was twenty minutes early.

“Name?” Jocelyn—her name was on a silver plate on the

edge of the ornate desk—sniffed without looking up.