Stranded with Billionaire Grumpy Pants by Stacy-Deanne- Book Blitz with Excerpt & Giveaway1/14/2023
Stranded with Billionaire Grumpy Pants
-- EXCERPT: “Mr. Babcock should be ashamed! Absolutely ashamed!” Chanel carried on at the check-in counter while the poor employees behind the desk shivered as if she were holding them at gunpoint. “I know he’s an ass, but didn’t know he was this terrible. How could this place not have a ramp? How?” “We have ramps, Ma’am,” the pudgy redhead spoke as if she were afraid Chanel would strike her down. “One is in the back and the other by the spa.” “Really?” Chanel scoffed, balling her fists so she wouldn’t throw anything. “So my daughter has to enter through the back like she’s a second-class citizen? Ramps should be visible in the front! Duh. That’s the idea of being accessible!” She slapped the porcelain counter. “This is unacceptable, and I’m reporting this place to the state for violations of the law. I will not let you get away with treating disabled people like an afterthought—” “What’s going on here?” a male voice boomed throughout the waiting area. Recognizing her boss’ icy tone, Chanel held her breath as she turned to face him. The debonair Wesley Babcock strutted toward the counter and everyone rushed out of his path. He always wore suits of dark-blues or blacks, so it surprised Chanel to see him without a blazer but still wearing his button-down white shirt and those diamond cufflinks with his initials engraved in them. In this heat. Chanel could do nothing but chuckle. It wasn’t bad enough she had to see this man everyday now he was here the one time she took a vacation. “Ah, Miss Adeyami.” Wesley flashed a sarcastic smile that belonged on magazine covers. “What a surprise to see you here, causing a scene as always. Could you try to act like a lady, please?” She scoffed. “Excuse me?” “You’re my employee.” He flexed his triangular jaws. “Which means you represent me and my company at all times and I will not have you embarrassing my brand in my establishment.” “Well, if you don’t wanna be embarrassed in your own establishment, then you should’ve had a ramp in the front of your place!” She pointed to the glass doors. “Or are people in wheelchairs not allowed here?” He grimaced, his dashing greenish-brown eyes set in a carnal stare that reminded her of a shady salesman. “What the hell are you talking about?” “Mr. Babcock, sir.” The feminine male employee dashed from behind the counter. “It’s really nothing to bother yourself with.” “The hell it’s not. It’s his place.” Chanel held her waist. “How come there isn’t a ramp at the front entrance? That’s illegal.” “Perhaps you should brush up on California laws, Miss Adeyami, or else learn how to comprehend them better.” Wesley straightened himself, shoulders squared. “The law is that we have ramps that fit the code and we do. We do not have to have them at all entrances or exits.” “But that makes no sense. My daughter has to wheel herself all the way to the back of the place to get inside? Like she’s the help sneaking in or something?” He relaxed his face, his dimples firm in his cheeks despite not smiling. “Your daughter’s in a wheelchair?” “Yes and boss or no boss, I won’t let you get away with this.” He shrugged. “What are you gonna do about it?” I’m gonna report you to the authorities!”
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