LOGINShe forced herself to calm down, knowing she wouldn’t go anywhere. She had the smarts, the common sense, the hard work ethic and even a friendly demeanor when her family wasn’t around. She just lacked the belief she could do it.
Enough! She went to the bathroom mirror to touch up her makeup. It was bad enough Stephen had left her for her younger, hotter sister, she didn’t need to look like the rejected one. It hadn’t been meant to be. She and Stephen would never have lasted. She knew that, but it didn’t lessen the hurt and humiliation.
To procrastinate more, she practiced her smile in the mirror, trying to make it look more sincere and confident. “That’s right, Stephen, son of Ass Hole,” she told her reflection and giggled. “I don’t need you. You can just kiss my derriere, you shallow son of a bitch.”
She froze when she heard Stephen’s voice clearly through the door. The bathroom wasn’t even close to being soundproof.
“Carl! How the hell are you doing?”
Oh, shit!
“It’s good to see you, Stephen.” There was the slapping sound that always followed when guys hugged. “How’s the life of the newly engaged?”
“Nearly fantastic! How’s the life of the eternal bachelor?”
“Even better.”
“I’m sure it is.” Stephen laughed, which only caused Mandy to roll her eyes inside the bathroom. “You’re looking a little gray around the edges. Has work gotten to you yet?”
There was a sigh and Mandy imagined a tall, dark and handsome dude running his fingers through his hair. The stranger would be gorgeous, of course. Stephen only hung out with insanely, beautiful people. Obviously a workaholic. Probably early thirties.
“I keep telling you to hire a personal assistant,” Stephen said. “One of these days you’re going to find yourself swimming way above your head in shark-infested waters.”
“I know.” Carl sighed again. “Actually, I’m looking for one. Do you know any?” He chuckled.
“Really?” Stephen laughed. “Actually, I know the perfect girl for you. She’s got secretary experience.” His laugh turned into a snicker. “And she’s looking for a job.”
Mandy rolled her eyes. She could just imagine the kind of secretary Stephen wanted to suggest. Barbie. Or some perfect ten, size-four model.
“Hold on, Stephen.” Carl chuckled, a delicious sound escaping his lips, which left Mandy dying to know what he actually looked like. “I’m sure you have the best intentions, but I don’t need distractions in the workplace. You might be all right with that, but I’ve got a lot more riding on my company.” Carl must have given Stephen a playful punch to the shoulder or something.
“You’ll like this one,” Stephen persisted.
“If she’s as pretty as your fiancé, then it would never work. I need someone efficient that can get the job done. Not a beautiful distraction.”
Stephen hooted. “As beautiful as Claudia? That’s funny. No, she’s hardly attractive. Actually, she’s Claudia’s slightly older sister, Mandy.”
Mandy flushed. Stephen wasn’t saying she was ‘hardly beautiful’ when he was begging her to have sex with him.
“I bet she’s gorgeous.” Carl paused, probably shaking his head or arching his neck to see where Claudia was sitting in an attempt to get a glimpse of the ‘older sister’. “Is she here with you guys?”
“Yeah,” Stephen said. “But she’s in the bathroom right now. Are you serious about not wanting someone hot?” He clapped his hands and rubbed them together. Mandy imagined he shrugged when Carl nodded. “Hey! Why don’t you join us for dinner? When she comes out, I’ll introduce you.”
Mandy’s mouth went instantly dry. The last thing Mandy needed was Stephen’s gorgeous friend looking at her all through dinner to judge if she was ugly enough not to be a distraction for him. She glared at herself in the mirror before smoothing her clothes. Taking a deep breath, she sucked in her belly and tried to appear calm as she opened the door from the bathroom, surprising both Stephen and Carl.
She smiled coolly at her ex. “S-Stephen!” She nearly stuttered when she noticed the man beside her soon-to-be brother-in-law. She wouldn’t have been surprised if there had been a loud stomping sound from her jaw hitting the floor. The most gorgeous man she had ever laid eyes on stood in front of her. His eyes were a smoky blue that made her feel hot all over. They seemed to glow against his tan, which looked too good to be fake. Despite Stephen’s comment about him getting gray around the edges, there wasn’t a hint of it in his dark brown hair or goatee. And he’s judging other people about being distractions in the workplace?
“Mandy, we were just talking about you.” Stephen hesitated.
“I know,” Mandy said, cutting him off. “The bathroom walls here are lousy. I could hear everything.”
Stephen had the decency to look embarrassed before quickly recovering and making his face unreadable. “Good! Then you know what Carl is looking for.” He gestured to mister tall, dark and handsome. “This is a friend of mine, Carl Salvo. Carl, this is Mandy, Claudia’s sister. Carl is looking for a personal assistant. I was just telling him how perfect you are because of your secretary experience.”
“Among other things.” Mandy wished she could call him out on what he’d said. Except she needed this job. It meant she could move out in a month or two. She turned to Carl and smiled at him, sticking her hand out for him to shake. “Nice to meet you.” She hoped her hand wasn’t sweaty. “I’d be happy to submit my resume. I’m sure Stephen can give me your contact information.” His hand pressed against hers, sending a jolt of something new running through her veins. Probably the taste of freedom. “If you’ll excuse me, I should get back to my sister’s engagement party.” Before Carl could even say a word, Mandy spun on her heel and headed to their table, blinking back tears, and feeling this had to be the top on
her list of most humiliating nights of her life – ever.
That’s fine. As long as he knows that I’m not interested in chatting all day, I’ll be good. I have a million things on my ever-growing list from Carl.”“Just sit him down and tell him what you expect of him as an office mate. Besides, it’ll give you something yummy to look at when you need a mental break.” Gina bit her lip seductively. “Not interested. Only one man has my attention, and he’s stolen far too much of it as it is.” Mandy laughed, finally allowing the liquor and good company to help her settle into the evening. “Oh, nice. Do tell…”Mandy woke the next morning to the soft touch of finger rubbing her thigh. She jerked up to find Carl in the bed behind her. “Sorry. I was going to knock, and then I realized how nice it would be to just come in and snuggle up behind you.” He gave her a naughty grin and continued to drag his fingers along her skin. “What if I’d had a lover in here?” She couldn’t help but tease him as she dropped back down onto her bed. Her tank top and panti
A sniffle caught her attention, and her shoulders stiffened. “Your father has decided he wants a divorce.” Another sniffle. “Oh, Mom. Why? What happened?” Mandy leaned back in her chair as ice cold realization ran down the center of her. If her parents, who seemed to love each other, could get divorced after forty years of marriage, what chance did she have?“He just came in last week and said that he was tired of feeling nothing. I have no clue what he means, seeing as how I still love him very much. I’m simply the victim here.” Her mom let out an ugly sob as she started to cry. Victim? Her mother was aggressive, mouthy, and mean. Victim wasn’t at all a label she would associate with the woman. She’d been the attacker many times in Mandy’s life, but never ever had she been the victim. “I’m sure you guys are going to work it out.” Mandy pressed her fingers to her mouth, catching a part of the conversation in retrospect. “Did you say last week?”“Yes. It was last Tuesday.” Her moth
Carl had to work late and suggested she head home early, saying there was no use for both of them to be in the office. Still trying to adjust to this new work situation and how they were supposed to act, Mandy just nodded and headed back. She took a long swim in the pool, then ate the incredible dinner Murray had prepared before settling down with a romance novel she had in one of the boxes still unpacked in her bedroom closet. Funny how reading about love made it seem all the more possible to have. She woke the next morning, disappointed to be on her own. She checked her phone but there were no messages from Carl. She hoped to see him in the main house, but doubted it seriously. His promise of a long night of teasing and love-making obviously had to be put on hold. The poor guy had probably bitten off almost more than he could chew at the office. If he wasn’t finding time to eat, sleep, or exercise, he certainly didn’t have time for her. Some part of knowing that if they did get to
He smiled as she stood and tugged her skirt back down. “I did. I’m turning into a bitch and realized why this morning.” She moved toward him, sliding her arms around his waist as he finished buttoning his slacks. “Needed a good reminder that you’re every guy’s fantasy?” He wiggled his eyebrows and kissed her once more. “I don’t care about every guy. Just you.” She nipped at his lips before moving back and bending over to pick up her panties. She wasn’t every guy’s fantasy, but he was every girl’s. She slid her panties into the small pocket of her skirt and walked to the door. “You have ten minutes. Good luck today.”“Thanks, Mandy. I’ll see you in a bit. I feel incredible now.”“You should. You are incredible.” She paused by the door, watching him as he rushed around to gather his notes and check his hair in the mirror. She’d lost him again, but it was alright. Having him hold her and remind her that they were still very much together as best they could be was enough. Gina glanced
Look, I told you,” Mandy said to her sister. “I’ll help you on the weekends and after work when I can.” Mandy sighed. “Can’t you see how important this job is to me?”“Can’t you see how important this wedding is to me?” Claudia whined. “Tighter,” she snapped at the seamstress. “I don’t want to be mistaken for my sister because the bodice is too big.”Mandy rolled her eyes and reclined against the dark blue armchair meant for guests during the fittings. “I thought you were worried about looking like a prostitute,” she mumbled.“There’s a difference between looking like a prostitute and not looking like I’m morbidly obese,” Claudia said. “Speaking of which, how is your diet going? It looks like you’ve broken it a few times.”Mandy was beyond tired of Claudia’s comments. “I’m not morbidly obese. If I lose twenty pounds, I’ll be like a size six, maybe an eight, tops. There is absolutely nothing wrong with that size.” She stared at her sister’s reflection in the mirror. “Actually, I lost f
Mandy jumped slightly. She hadn’t even heard him leave his office. “Yes.” She pressed her lips into a thin line. “I’m afraid my sister found the number to here. I don’t suppose there’s a persona non grata list or something we can put her on? Otherwise, I have a feeling she’ll be tying up the phone lines trying to reach me.” Thankfully he hadn’t mentioned anything about literally bumping into him at the gym this morning. Her lower back couldn’t forget it though.Carl looked at her thoughtfully. “I’m sure something can be set up.” He checked his phone, which ironically buzzed the same time as Mandy’s new work phone. “Isn’t there anyone else who can help her with her wedding?”“I believe so,” Mandy said and then shook her head. “It’s my fault. I told her I would be her maid of honor.”“Most maids of honor I’ve met have jobs and lives of their own,” he said dryly.Mandy shrugged. “I’m sorry.” If she lost this job because of Claudia, she wouldn’t need a maid of honor, Claudia would be need







