Dominic came back into the room in the middle of Helen's conversation with herself. He carried a tray, which he sat down on a coffee table. Helen thought about Mark’s stir-fry and examined what Dominic had created. There was a glass dish with shrimp and cocktail sauce, three different kinds of cheeses on a plate, and a myriad of sliced fruit organized on a different plate. Yeah, he definitely knew how to cut.
“I’ve missed the last thing,” he said blithely as he quickly returned to the kitchen. He came back with a bottle of tonic water and two Champagne flutes. “Did I get your tastes right?” he asked as he unscrewed the top of the tonic water.Helen smiled and searched the tray for crackers. Noticing there weren’t any and she found the nerve to complain. “Don’t rich people eat crackers?” she asked, picking up a piece of cheese and putting it in her mouth.“Of course,” Dominic laughed. “How th“Now I’m your personal assistant instead of Mark’s? No thanks. I already have three jobs and apparently, I work weekends,” Helen said, indicating she was working at that moment.“Do you know?” he drawled. “I love every word that comes out of your mouth. That is a perfect solution to all this. If you became my personal assistant, I feel positive we could accomplish great things together.”“Please don’t get excited,” Helen murmured, putting her hand to her forehead.“I’m not going to stop working for Mark.”“Why not? I’ll pay you—”“I don’t care about that,” she interrupted. “I’m afraid that once I started working for you, you’d see how inexperienced I truly am. I might have come up with a few ideas you liked just now, but I’m not qualified to serve your every need. It might surprise you, but I don’t know a
On the CouchHelen pushed open the door to her apartment a little after midnight. She thought she was going to have to stay out with Dominic until dawn, but luckily, he believed her when she told him she was really tired after spending all week getting ready for her interview with Alexander. So, he took her home. He clearly knew how hard the week had been on her after a little explanation of Mindy’s schedule, unlike Mark, who didn’t know anything about women. When Helen thought about it on the car ride home, she wasn’t sure if she preferred a guy who was so inexperienced with women that he couldn’t guess how detailed her primping routine was or a guy who knew everything and therefore knew how to coddle her like a princess.She also didn’t know what to make of Dominic’s 'almost' confession of love. She didn’t know if he meant it or if he was just playing another game with her. She’d have to put the idea on the shelf and wait t
“I’ve got too much on my mind right now to let you add more. We can talk about everything later, but right now, I’m tired." She paused. After thinking for a second more, she added, “And I want to rest my head on your shoulder and don’t you dare try to attach any strings to it.”Mark looked more confused than ever. “Are you drunk?”“No, I’m not drunk,” Helen fumed. She wasn’t sure if he was trying to make a joke. “I don’t drink—ever. I’m just past my exhaustion threshold. Did you know sleep deprivation is a form of torture? I’m done.”Mark didn’t say anything else, but obediently sat down on the couch and put his arm around Helen’s shoulders. She immediately put her legs over his lap and pulled the afghan over both of them. Helen was used to sleeping with the radio playing, so the noise from the TV didn’t bother her as she rested her head half o
The Perfect ManHelen sat across from Mark in a tiny booth in a downtown diner. She had never been taken out for breakfast before, so being there with him was a totally new experience for her. She ordered pancakes and drummed her fingers impatiently on the surface of the table while Mark looked over the complimentary newspaper.He looked up at her quizzically. “You seem nervous. What’s the matter?”“You’re an idiot,” she blurted.“Really?” he asked, hardly able to keep his mirth in check. “You know, Helen, you have this way of lashing out at me for no explicable reason. It’s intriguing. So tell me, why am I an idiot?”“I already explained that dating you would be like a dream come true for me. I know you don’t believe me, but it feels one hundred percent impossible for us to be sitting all chummy like this at a restaurant. I’m having a hard time believing it.”He s
Helen thought Mark intended to spend the whole day with her, but he got an urgent phone call from his brother and had to take off after breakfast. Helen knew she shouldn’t feel happy he was going, but being with him was a little intense and the break would relieve mountains of tension. When he said goodbye to her, he kissed her on the forehead unassumingly and told her he wanted to take her out for dinner that night, so she shouldn’t schedule anything. His business with his brother wouldn’t take all day.When she came into the apartment, Mindy was on the phone laughing her head off.“Helen, get in here,” she yelled.“What is it?”Mindy took the phone away from her ear and said merrily, “You just keep getting into trouble, don’t you?”“What are you talking about?” Helen questioned.“Has your little pet boy gone home for the day?” Mindy asked, biting the phone’s ante
“Fine,” Dominic said aggressively, like he was already tired of the escapade. “But who are we going to get for tonight if both those guys are taken?”“There’s Daniel and Shane, but if Laura doesn’t like long hair than Daniel is out. However, I don’t think Shane is such a bad choice. He’s blond with big honest eyes. He looks like the boy-next-door, so he’s probably had plenty of women cry on him before. I’ll bet he knows all about healing a broken heart.”“But is he available?”The receptionist, obviously listening to their conversation, smiled and said, “Yes, he is. Would you like me to put a request through to him?”“Right away,” Dominic said impatiently.“We need to talk to him though,” Helen interjected as the receptionist started dialing. “He’ll be dating a girl with really specific needs and so he has to be careful in the w
A Photographer is Worth a Thousand WordsHelen couldn’t get what Dominic said to her at the escort service out of her head. He said, ‘There’s no way you’ll still want him by the end of it. I promise.’ Where did that kind of arrogance come from? But that wasn’t the only problem. It wasn’t just Dominic’s attitude that bothered her. It was the fact she knew what he said was true. She and Mark couldn’t last, so when Dominic said those words it felt like he saw straight through her. Naturally, it was an unpleasant sensation.It wasn’t that she wasn’t interested in Mark. She was. It was just that she couldn’t shake the idea that he liked her false face better than herself. If he just enjoyed having her around because she could put on a good show, then everything she was afraid of would happen when he got bored of her. She'd be brokenhearted and, on top of any other fallout, she’d feel like a fool for h
“Trevor’s not really a womanizer,” Mark interjected as he pushed her seat forward so he could get out of the backseat. “He’s just teasing you. He’s a photographer. It might interest you to know he’s the one who’ll be doing your campaign with Alexander. The nightgown was probably leftover from a shoot and got stuffed there because there was nowhere else to put it.”Helen stood with her hands on her hips. She wasn’t sure she believed him about the nightgown. If Trevor was really such a chaste guy, she bet he’d have a few more buttons on his shirt done up.“You’re the model who was chosen to pair with Alexander?” Trevor suddenly asked incredulously—like he didn't know.“Yes,” Helen answered, taking Mark’s offered hand and going into the restaurant.“Is there something wrong with that?”“No,” Trevor said, before he took charge and a