Authors: Camilla Chafer
Lexi Graves Mystery
Copyright: Camilla Chafer
Published: May 2012
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Stella Mayweather Series (Urban Fantasy)
All Lexi wants to do is get through the day at her boring temp job with Green Hand Insurance. That’s until she
, Martin Dean
in a pool of blood
and herself at the center
of an investigation into insurance fraud.
Millions of dollars are missing, the chief suspect is dead and her mysterious, sexy, new boss is not what he seems.
Recruited by the joint task force working on the case, all Lexi has to do is work out who killed
and where the missing millions are. That’s easier said than done when her sister
the baby shower to end all baby showers, her wise
ass cop family just want
to keep her safe, someone
s leaving her creepy gifts
and all the clues
to a seedy sex club on the wrong side of town.
As the bodies start to pile up, Lexi is on a race against time to find the killer and the money, before she’s
in the murderer’s sights.
Finding dead bodies
sn't in my job description.
Of course, sneaking out of work
sn't in my job description
me from doing it.
There are a lot of things wrong with being a temp,
the doormat of the office totem pole,
I've learned how to take advantage of just about any weak boss, and outsmart the smart
ones. For starters, I'm super bright
but everyone thinks I'm
dim, possibly on account of my super long and very gorgeous blonde hair
if I don't say so myself
we gloss over its expensive bi-monthly
a pair of upright and out there assets. No, not my boobs
they're courtesy of Wonderbra. I mean my
. At least my school careers
they were assets
they seem to get me into trouble. Given my current
as office dogsbody at Green Hand Insurance, they certainly hadn't
me a decent job.
was startled and jumped
as my annoying boss
loomed over my desk, appearing as if from nowhere.
"Lexi, what is it that you
his eyebrows knitting together suspicio
s annoying for two reasons. One: he never seem
to do anything
in the way of work,
and I ha
no idea how he actually got a job as my manager
fter six months,
I was still
relegated to being
without even a whiff of a permane
nt job upgrade at the firm. Two: he i
s so crazy
the rest of the male species. It
something between his dark, unruly
like it rarely s
a comb and ha
which direction to grow
his smoky blue eye
s. It also could have
a whole lot to do with his super sexy body
dark pants, plain white shirt and striped tie. Not that
I was even
"Um," I said, sneaking a finger sideways on my keyboard to change screens so he couldn't see
the Victoria’s Secret webpage
I was browsing
was supposed to be
writing a report. Of course,
the report was already written
but any good temp knows that you never admit to how fast you can complete a task
end up unemployed
a new assignment
since you’d already accomplished your first
. And I could only
so much of my temp manager
at the agency
before I started
visions that involved her,
a boxing ring and a wet kipper
me winning, o
. So, naturally both my bi-monthly check
didn't want to
her for another couple of months.
"Yes?" Shepherd raised his eyebrows, waiting.
"Just finished your report, Adam," I said brightly, moving the mouse so I could click
sent it to your printer
this minute." See
uper smart! I can online window shop secretly, pre
tend to just finish
a report I actually finished hours ago
and send it to the boss' printer all at the same time
! Could you?
"Right, thanks, Lexi," said Adam and I flashed another brilliant smile at him, which I wiped off my face as soon as he turned to walk
was no more than ten feet away,
In my peripheral vision
, I saw him pick up a piece of paper.
sheet of paper.
There should have been ten sheets.
to fill the paper
paper again? But Adam wasn't looking at the paper
or hitting it
he was looking at me,
then down at the single sheet of paper
nd at me again... smiling like a smug puppy that had just eaten a slipper
knew it was too cute to be punished.
office chair slightly to the left
I was concealed behind the big
beige monitor that dominated my desk. Except... I couldn't help peeking again.
Adam's chest rose and
fell in sharp rapid movements, his mouth a tight line
trying very hard not to laugh
hen he looked up.
I ducked behind my monitor again
as he crossed the floor
God. What had I done this time? I checked the screen. My mouse pointer hovered over the
button. Only it wasn't the report screen. Somehow
had managed to slightly minimiz
e the screen with my report
my pointer hovered over the
option on the screen below.
I nudged it, clicked on the screen and paled.
Shit. Shit. Shit.
My heart plummeted
and my stomach did an Olympic-s
as I realized what I had done.
Why wasn't there an
Why? Why? Why!
“Urrrgh,” I squeaked as I hit keys at random, thinking s
omeone should invent one and make a
printouts combust before anyone else got their
hands on them.
next to me, the piece of paper in his hand.
stered on my
bullshit smile that I was so proud of
after a painful amateur drama workshop my best friend
and went for the best defens
e I could think of. That's right. None.
"Sir?" I grinned like an empty-headed bimbo.
"Sir?" I chirped again,
mane of blonde
hair. There's absolutely no point people thinking you're stupid if you don't act like it occasionally.
Of course, it’s p
urely so I can get aw
ay with loads of stuff, you see?
how the photocopier works, or
h! These files are
heavy, I couldn't possibly carry them
hat does that do?
and hitting something irreversible on a spreadsheet
ut people think I'm sweet for trying
bother me by
asking for my help again
. Yes, yes, I know, it's gaming the stupid system
to which I say, this is why I would have made a fabulous spy.
I could game the best of them.