LOGIN“Ican’t believe you just did that,” Carl hissed.
Mandy could still hear him as she walked away.
“I’m not sure who’s more embarrassed; me, or the girl.”
“How was I supposed to know she could hear me?” Stephen cleared his throat. “Besides, it shouldn’t come as any surprise to her. She already knows she needs to lose weight.”
“Stephen,” Carl warned. “Your lack of subtlety and shame is downright vulgar. Besides, the girl’s not even ugly. She has pretty light blue eyes, and a nice smile.” He paused and Mandy thought she’d stepped out of earshot until she heard him say, “When did you become such an asshole, Stephen?”
Stephen clapped his friend on the shoulder. “I’ve always been an asshole, Carl. You’re just too busy to see it.”
“Apparently.”
Mandy pretended to drop something so she could hear the rest of their conversation.
“Anyway,” Stephen said. “Come join us for dinner? Claudia’s parents are paying.”
“I’m just on my way out,” Carl replied. “Have a nice night. Make sure Mandy gets my contact information.”
Mandy looked up when he said her name.
“Will do,” Stephen called as Carl turned and walked out of the pub. He grabbed Mandy’s elbow a few tables before theirs, out of earshot. “I went out on a limb for you.”
“Pardon?” Mandy pulled her elbow free but didn’t move.
Stephen shrugged and quickly glanced toward their table before looking back at her. “You introduced me to Claudia, now I’m returning the favor.”
“I don’t need your favors.” She shivered, hating his touch.
“You do right now. Carl rarely considers anyone his friend. He hardly sees anyone anymore, probably because he doesn’t trust anyone. He can’t slow down if he wants to stay ahead of the game. The world of Wall Street waits for no one. Not even for multi-billionaires.”
Carl, a multi-billionaire? Mandy blinked. What might she be getting herself into? She headed to the table and collected her purse.
“Where do you think you are going?” Claudiastood. “We have things we need to discuss. You’re my maid of honor.”
“You’ll be fine without me.” Mandy sucked in a shaky breath. “I’ll do whatever you need me to do. You know I will.” She hurried out before anyone could convince her to stay. She had a feeling Stephen would fill them in, making sure to explain his big part about how he was trying to get her a job.
She took a different route home than her parents so they wouldn’t know she stopped at a Chinese takeout place for some fried rice and crab Rangoon. Alone in the parking lot with an empty carton of food beside her that had tasted delicious but probably added another five pounds to her hips, she leaned her head against the steering wheel and cried.
How had things gotten this lousy? She knew she wasn’t obese, but her family had the habit of making her feel like the elephant in the room.
She needed to lose some weight, yeah she got that. She’d put the freshman fifteen on back in university and never lost it, and then a little bit more crept on each year. She didn’t need it rubbed in her face. Mandy blew her nose on a lousy thin napkin. More stupid tears fell. It didn’t help that her boyfriend—ex-boyfriend—who was supposed to love her unconditionally, also saw it and promptly dumped her because she was “looking a little thick around the hips”. He would never be a jerk like that to Claudiabecause she was so perfect in all of her bony glory.
Now Carl was going to think she was pathetic... if she even got the job. He probably would be a crappy boss to work for anyway. She snorted and almost laughed. At least her ugliness had some benefits. There was no way she would ever be so hot that she’d drive him mad with desire when he was supposed to work.
She needed this job. It meant getting out of her parents’ basement and she had to restart somewhere.
Mandy squeezed some hand sanitizer on a fresh napkin and wiped her face and hands before stashing the empty takeout boxes under her seat and pulling out of the parking lot. “Mandy,” she told her rear-view mirror self. “All men are pigs. You don’t have to be saddled with one like Claudiadoes. You’re done. You’ve got nothing
left.” She took a deep breath. “Go find yourself.”
Mandy crawled into bed. She couldn’t get the image of Carl in the pool out of her head. Just thinking about his body made her wet. “Get a grip on yourself,” she muttered to herself as she pulled the covers up over her. “He’s your damn boss. Let it go!” But the image of him swimming laps imprinted the backs of her eyelids as she drifted off. It didn’t take long to fall into a restless sleep where dreaming was her only escape.She lay tanning by the pool, enjoying the unusually hot and sunny spring day. She smiled, happy she could now feel comfortable lying by a pool in a bikini. It seemed like the diet and exercise had really worked. Her stomach was completely flat and not even a hint of excess could be seen, a six-pack could be seen through the shadows of the suntan lotion.She moved her sunglasses off her face and closed her eyes, enjoying the warmth of the sun against her skin.“Enjoying yourself?” Carl’s deep voice rumbled above her in what felt like seconds later.She opened her e
Mandy WAITED UNTIL she got into her car before she allowed the tears to fall. She hadn’t meant to yell at her sister like that. Everything had just boiled up and up and finally over. It was like Claudia’s mission in life was to make her big sister feel like she was nothing. She had been trying to lose weight and it was working. She had a whole new wardrobe to prove it! She was in no way jealous of Claudia marrying Stephen. Or maybe she was. Not of Stephen, but the fact her younger sister was getting married before her. “The marriage won’t last, anyways,” she told herself, and then felt like crap for trying to condemn it before they’d even said ‘I do’. As much as Claudia’s comments hurt, though, she had to admit the sense of relief lifting off her chest couldn’t be missed. She was tired of being spread thin by Claudia’s crises and work and the passive aggressive comments about her weight. She didn’t even want to think about the wrath she’d have to face from her mother, but suddenly Ma
Mandy SIGHED CONTEMPLATIVELY as she looked at the new clothes Carl had bought her. She had no idea how much he had spent. He wouldn’t let her look at the price tags as they shopped. In return, she refused to let him buy her clothes that were non-work related, even though he tried once during the shopping spree. She ended up with new suits, silk blouses, and some office-friendly dresses that all made her look like she was a CEO herself and not just a personal assistant. He told her he wanted her to look like she had power, and look good at the same time. He was going to have her attend more business meetings and maybe even entertain some of the clients’ wives, if she was interested, while their husbands were in meetings for negotiations. “My only condition is that I ask to approve the clothes you wear,” he said. “The last thing I need is for you to be looking so sexy that the men will be more focussed on you than the negotiations, or that the wives get jealous.”As if there were any cl
Carl wasn’t in the office the next day. When Mandy checked the office’s messages, he left an abrupt one to say he wouldn’t be in and to take care of things while he was gone. No explanation. No details on how long. No contact information. Nothing. She managed the day, but there was no news from him the next day or the next. Mandy spent most of her time at work cancelling appointments and fielding calls to cover for him. He was losing money, clients and deals. Not that it probably mattered with his billion-dollar company but still, it didn’t look good. And judging from the worried looks from Gina, this wasn’t normal. He wasn’t at his house either. She didn’t notice his car, or him, at the house. When she knocked on his door no one answered either. She had a key to his house but didn’t dare use it. She bumped into Murray one morning as she left for work and he mentioned that Carl had asked him to keep making her meals but to wait until he contacted him when he would need more. Fr
“How’s the new computer?” Carl asked her the next day, his tone having a certain edge to it, like he didn’t want her to snap at him.“It’s nice,” Mandy replied as she sat in his office going through the week’s schedule. She flipped the planner so it would sync up with his. They needed to keep things safe and distant, and she would prove to him that it was the best situation for both of them.Carl sat behind his desk going over a folder in front of him. “We have a lot of things to go over before the meeting with the investors.” He frowned and set a sheet of paper aside. “I need you to make sure everything’s in order so we can get the best deal. This is what’s going to get the investors sold on the project.” He gestured to the files on his desk, which was supposed to be their chaperone. It was full of different sketches for a new computer software program that made improvements on current models of voice dictation programs.There was a polite knock on the door that led to the lobby.“Co
“Sorry you had to leave your family before you got dessert.” Carl stood in his kitchen, his eyes slightly red as Mandy sat at the counter finishing the report he’d asked her to type up.She shrugged. “I knew there was no way in hell I would get cake with my family watching my thighs. They’re on this get-Mandy-skinny mission.”“I’d gladly watch your—” Carl suddenly cleared his throat and shook his head, as if physically trying to stop himself from saying the words. “Well, you guessed wrong on that.” Carl tossed her a plastic takeout box. “I got some to go.”She shifted, warming at the sentence he didn’t finish. She eyed him as she slowly opened the box. Inside were several slices of chocolate cake. Had he been drinking? He seemed off. It threw her. She’d finally grown accustomed to being back to business only. She needed something to divert her attention from the handsome half-drunk hunk leaning against the counter beside her.She stared at the layers of rich, delicious chocolate. “I o







