This surprises him, and I watch his eyes narrow as he considers my crisp words.
“What did you put together that he didn’t present?”
It’s asked softly, but I can see I’ve piqued his interest, so I throw caution to the wind and tell him, going into as much detail as I can before the car stops and I am following him into Starlight.
It amuses me that I am eating at a place with a waiting list so long I hadn’t been able to get Jordan a reservation earlier than two months.
We’re seated in a booth near the back, and I scoot to the opposite side, not trusting him and my pantie-less ass right beside him.
“I want to see it,” he says suddenly, and it takes me a beat to realize he’s speaking about the presentation and not—
Get a freaking grip, girl.
“But…he’ll know I told you about it if you say anything. I don’t want to lose my job, Gregory.”
Jordan will fire me so fast for undermining him my head will spin.
“Don’t worry about it, Hannah, I can guarantee your boss won’t fire you because Jordan throws a tantrum.”
“How? How can you promise that? You’re not my boss. Mr Yates is a decent guy, but I’m just a PA, and if they find out I’m dating a client, a big client, and discussing business with you, I can guarantee you, I’ll be beating the pavement.”
The waiter arrives with our drinks, a white wine this time, and we order before he answers me.
“Yates has been looking for a reason to get rid of Jordan,” he admits. “That man plays golf three times a week and uses company funds to finance his pursuits. That would be fine if he’d actually had a good pitch, in the last year but he hasn’t. He’s lazy and incompetent, and Yates isn’t blind to the fact that you’ve been carrying him for months.”
I’m shocked and appalled at my lack of guilt over this. Sure, Jordan isn’t my idea of a dream boss, but he’s…I’ve got nothing to defend his lack of effort in the last months, but I don’t exactly relish the thought of him losing his job.
“You’re soft-hearted,” he says with a smile. “I can see you don’t like the thought of him getting fired, but you need to understand, it would have happened eventually. The agency is going to be restructured, and anybody who can’t or won’t do their job won’t have one for long.”
I think about what he’s saying and consider the odds of me keeping my job once Jordan gets the boot. It’s not as if I can be PA to an empty office.
When our food arrives I have to force myself to let it all go and just enjoy the feast. I’ll probably never get into Starlight again, so I might as well make the most of it.
“I didn’t meant to upset you, Hannah,” he says after a while.
“You didn’t,” I say, sighing around a mouthful of meltingly tender duck. “I just don’t want to get fired is all.”
“You won’t. Get that presentation to Yates’ office first thing tomorrow, and it will be fine.”
“But Jordan isn’t in tomorrow. He left for a long weekend in the Hamptons.”
He smiles, and I get a sense of what he would be like in the boardroom. Ruthless. Relentless.
“All the better. Now eat up, darlin’, and stop worrying about your job. I can damn guarantee you’ll still have it come Monday morning.”
I obey and savor the meal, allowing myself a slice of chocolate cake when the dessert cart rolls around.
At this point gaining an extra pound or two is the least of my worries. How the heck am I going to look Jordan in the eye knowing full well he’s about to get the axe?
Chapter Nine
Surprisingly, Gregory had dropped me at my apartment without once making a move for more. Maybe he’d seen that I was in no mood for hanky panky by the time dinner was done.
Now, as I make my way up to Yates’ office on wobbly legs, I feel this morning’s coffee make a swirling re-appearance in my stomach. This is so wrong, going behind Jordan’s back, but as Gregory said last night, Jordan has gotten himself here under his own steam.
I’m just following orders, trying to keep my job.
“Hey, Han. What can I do for you?” Taz asks when I reach her office.
As PA to the big boss, she is the matriarch, the queen bee, and an all-round dragon when it comes to running this place. I beat her only in the fact that I am OCD about getting things done before they actually need doing. I’ve mentioned I’m a control freak, right?
Taz has a lot more to get through than I do, so I forgive a few slips here and there and generally don’t give her shit when she forgets that I’ve made an appointment to be here.
“Meeting with Yates. He wants the Lucas presentation.”
“Oh, right! Sorry, I’ll just give him a buzz.”
I sit on the sofa nearby and fiddle with the folder, reminding myself that everything is fine. I’m fine. It shouldn’t be too hard to give him the folder and make it back to my office in one piece.
It’s Friday, after all. Everyone’s in a good mood on Fridays.
“You can go on in, Han. Do you want anything to drink?”
Oh, no. If she’s offering me beverages it means I’ll be staying a while.
“Thanks. Maybe a water?” I croak, rising to my feet shakily.
“Don’t sweat it, kid. Just take a deep breath and pretend he’s human. That’s how I’ve gotten through ten years with the guy.”
Her calm reassurance settles me, and by the time I am inside and facing the founder and CEO I am calm enough not to be a blabbering wreck.
“Good morning, Miss Newman. Please, have a seat,” he says softly, and I sit as gracefully as I can with the monstrous folder balanced precariously on my lap.
“Mr Lucas told me you have a presentation?”
I nod and place the folder on his desk, sitting quietly as he flips through it, taking his time to read it all. I study him, seeing the slight graying at his temples and the lines at his eyes.
I fancy that means Mr Yates laughs a lot and cross my fingers that he’ll show the same sense of humor with me if the presentation’s not what he wants.
After a few minutes of nervous waiting, he closes the folder and rests his hands there, eyeing me curiously.
“This is not Jordan’s work. I should know, he’s been here almost as long as I have. How long have you been putting pitches together to save your boss’s ass?”
Um?
“I can see you’re worried, Miss Newman, but rest assured, you are not here for a reprimand or firing. I was curious to see what you’d come up with for this account, and needless to say I was furious when that little snot Farns pitched his usual dross to my newest…client instead.”
I agree fully, having seen the presentation this morning. Jordan should be selling suntan lotion, not working on campaigns for multibillion dollar corporations.
“This will be presented this afternoon. If you’d like to present your own work…?”
“Oh, oh no!” I babble. “That is to say, no, thank you, Mr Yates, but I think an account as important as this one requires more experience than I have.”
I am no wallflower, but I know for a fact Gregory will be in that boardroom, and it will not be a pretty sight if I have to be anything close to intelligible. Better to cut my losses and move ahead.
“Thank you, Miss Newman, that will be all for today,” he says, dismissing me with a smile.
I make it out of the office and lean back onto the door with a huff.
“That bad, huh?” Taz asks, and I shake my head with a groan.
“No, he was really nice, I’m just glad I got out of there without making a fool of myself.”
“Here’s your water. I was going to bring it in, but I didn’t want to interrupt,” she says, handing me a glass of ice cold water.
I drink deeply and straighten, throwing her a smile as I leave.
“Lucky bitch.”
“Don’t I know it. Have a good day, Han!”
I make my way downstairs, feeling better about this situation t
han I have a right to. The phone is ringing off the hook by the time I sit down, and I answer, hoping Jordan hasn’t decided to go against his usual practice and is calling to make sure everything’s okay.
It isn’t Jordan.
“You have to come get her, Hannah! She’s been running off my staff, and she stripped down to her underwear yesterday and refused to get dressed! The customers were horrified!”
Yeah, all three of them, I bet.
I glare at the dress I’ve steamed and brought back to work with me, wondering if my theft hasn’t swung that thing called karma back at me.
“I’m sorry, Amber, but I can’t do it. I’m swamped at the moment and I have to work this weekend,” I lie.
It sounds horrible, but I am not spending my weekend with my crazy ass grandmother while Amber flits around enjoying her life. It’s about time she does something instead of just leaving me to juggle a million things. She’s my sister, and as such she has just as much responsibility in this as I do.
I’ve spent years paying for and visiting and herding Nana. It’s about damn time someone else took up the reins.
“But I have plans!” she wails, and I bite my lip to stop the I-don’t-care speech that’s hovering on my lips.
“So do I. I’m going away for the weekend,” I lie, crossing my fingers.
“But, didn’t you say you have to work—”
“You can handle Nana for a few days while you find another nursing home, Amber. It’s not the end of the world, you know. I did it, so can you.”
“Hannah, please, I—”
“She’s your grandmother too. Surely you can handle caring for her without your life coming to an end. Let her hang out in the kitchen for God’s sake, she loves baking and could probably teach you a thing or two.”
“Fine, but if she strips down again I’m going to be on your doorstep,” she warns.
“Just keep her in the kitchen on Thursdays and you’ll be fine.”
“What? Why?”
“Naked Thursdays are her thing.”
I put the phone down before her whining and wailing can start, and lean back in my chair to bask in the glow of another small but satisfying victory.
If I could afford to I would take Nana home with me and hire a helper to keep an eye on her and maybe take her for walks and keep her company. She’s a handful and probably going a little senile, but I love her and want her to be happy.
In a perfect world I could do that and not have to guilt my sister into helping out at all. Unfortunately, the world is not perfect, and right now I can’t afford to focus on anything but my job. If I let her, Amber will have Nana back with me, and there’s no chance she’ll come anywhere near us again.
“You’re deep in thought today, darlin’.”
I jump and sit straight up as Gregory comes ambling in, his charcoal gray suit doing great things for his tousled honey blonde good looks.
“Well, I’m a deep girl, Mr Lucas. What can I do for you today?”
Be cool, be cool. He’s just a man, I remind myself, steadying my suddenly shallow breathing.
“How did the meeting go with Yates?”
“Fine. Good,” I answer, knowing he probably already knows.
“I saw your presentation. It’s good,” he says, and pleasure unfurls at the compliment.
I know he’d never compliment me if he didn’t like it, so the fact that he is makes me feel good about all the work I put into it.
“Thanks,” I say. “What are you doing here?”
He’s around a lot for a guy who runs his own company and shouldn’t be here unless the agency’s pitching something.
“Dinner. Tonight. My place,” he says, leaning down to plant a swift, hard kiss on my lips.
I know that if I say yes and allow him to get me into his territory I will not be going home without being thoroughly taken. Gregory Lucas has displayed a surprising amount of patience thus far, and now he’s telling me that my time is up. Give in or move over, his eyes say, and I find myself nodding, not willing to move anywhere until I know first-hand what he is capable of.
That one night in his car had trapped me as surely as a fly in a web, and now I want to meet the spider.
“What should I wear?” I ask in answer, taking in the bright, sensual grin.
“Nothing at all, if I had my way, but as you need to get there without being arrested, something casual and comfortable. You won’t be wearing it for long anyhow. I’ll pick you up at seven.”
“Okay.”
“Oh, and Hannah, darlin’?” he asks, stopping at the elevator to spear me with a wicked glance. “Do not wear panties this time.”
Chapter Ten
“You cannot wear that on a date,” Chrissie gasps in horror as she takes in my knee length sweats and old NYU t-shirt with a sneer. What? He’d said casual and comfortable. This is what I wear on quiet nights at home.
“We’re having dinner at his place. He said I should be comfortable,” I defend, watching her rip into my closet with a shriek of impatience.
Her hair has a few new highlights I hadn’t noticed when she’d blown in, demanding a girls’ night. I love girls’ nights with her, but sex nights have her trumped, and I’ve told her so.
“You look like you’re ready to scrub toilets. Why is your closet so empty? God, is that a pair of cargo pants?” she accuses, and I cringe with embarrassment.
No woman under the age of fifty should own a pair, and I know it. I just like them so much.
“Don’t make tonight into such a big deal. I’ve exfoliated, shaved and buffed, and I even spritzed perfume in my hair. It’s fine.”
“You’re having sex tonight. I know, it’s your third date. I will not let you wear that on your first sex night with that man candy. You should be ashamed, Hannah,” she mutters, and I nod in agreement.
My choice of attire is not so much about comfort as it is my need to prove to myself that I don’t care what Gregory Lucas thinks. The fact that my crotch is currently a pantie-free zone tells me how much I am lying to myself.
“Fine then, find me something casual and sex-worthy. If you can,” I dare with a smirk.
Nothing in my closet will ever fit that description, and I know it. I hear her growling with every inspection, until finally she comes out with a white knee length skirt with tiny pink flowers embroidered at the hem and a soft pink t-shirt that’s just a shade lighter.
“Here, this will have to do.”
I change in the bathroom, glaringly conscious that I am naked beneath the skirt, and come out to see her wielding my curling iron.
“Sit.”
She doesn’t go full Monty on my hair, but adds a few soft curls at the end that give me a very girl-next-door kind of look and smears a swipe of gloss over my lips.
“There.”
“Oh, gosh.”
“Yeah. See what a little effort can do?” she asks as I follow her to the door, only to open it to Gregory…
“Well, hello there.”
I can’t blame her for the slightly breathless quality her voice has discovered; I’m breathless too as I take in the worn jeans that sit on his hips just so and a red t-shirt that…wow, his suits really do not do his physique justice.
Gregory Lucas obviously works out. A lot.
“Hi. Han, you ready to go?” he asks, grinning when Chrissie gives me the thumbs up, blatantly checks out his ass, and skips into her apartment with an airy ‘lucky bitch’.
“That’s Chrissie, my neighbor,” I say, grabbing my door and closing it behind me.
He takes my keys and locks up, something I’ve never seen outside of movies, and I feel something frighteningly close to actual like as he enfolds my hand and pulls me along.
It’s only when we’re in the car — this time driven by the man himself — that I feel steady enough to speak.
“Sooo, where are we going?”
“My place.”
“I know that. Where?”
“I have a house in Ga
rden City. It’s been in the family for a while, and it needed some TLC. I revamped it, and it’s home now.”
Okay, wow. I could work an entire lifetime and not afford a house there. Anyone who lives there makes more, way more, than the average income. But it’s weird, I had pictured Gregory living in some glitzy Upper East or West penthouse, not an actual home.
“You don’t mind the commute?”
“Nah, I stay in the city when my schedule’s crammed, but I like to go home and stay for long periods. I’m planning to move there permanently once the ad campaign is squared away.”
It takes a little over thirty minutes to reach the well-heeled residential area, and when he hits a remote for a large, wrought iron gate and slowly creeps up the drive, I am left speechless.
It’s not a mansion like the kind you see on those Beverly Hills shows, but the place is breath-taking. A Spanish style home sits nestled among bright green lawns I’m dying to roll across, and I’d bet next month’s salary there’s a pool.
“Good God, it’s beautiful. You must have spent a fortune revamping.”
“Thanks. Come on.”
The interior is even better. It’s spacious and homey and everything you could ask for in a home.
“Stop gawking and come to the kitchen. We’re eating in there.”
I follow as he leads the way and take the chair he’s holding out for me.
“It’s nothing special. Just cold turkey and salad. I thought you’d like that instead of the mac and cheese Rose usually makes on a Friday when I’m home.”
“That’s great.”
I am nervous and tense while we eat because I know that this time is the only concession he’s going to make. Once dinner is done he’ll be done waiting.
“Stop fidgeting, Hannah. I don’t bite,” he chides, and I look up from my plate to see him staring implacably.
“Sorry, I’m a little nervous, if you want the truth.”
“Why? You knew what would happen when you accepted my invitation.”
Yeah, but wanting something and actually doing it are worlds apart. I’m not shy or anything, just uncertain and…okay I’m feeling somewhat shy.
Gregory is so…built, and while I take care of myself, I’m not exactly a supermodel.
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