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Funny how a man can change in the twinkling of an eye when he knows money is involved but if I am miss Elliott I will still make Jim ask more cos he is still not giving me enough respect in fact I will add my own in his compensation plan

CHAPTER 8
RICHARD


THE NEXT MORNING, WE BOTH acted as if nothing was different. Miss Elliott brought in my coffee and bagel, carefully placing them on my desk. She went over my schedule, confirming two meetings I had outside the office.


“I won’t be back this afternoon.”


She looked puzzled, checking her notebook. “You don’t have anything in your schedule.”


“I made the appointment myself. Personal business. I’ll go straight to my two o’clock afterward. In fact, I won’t be back this afternoon. Take the time off.”


“Pardon me?” I sighed. “Miss Elliott, can you not understand English? Take the afternoon off.”


“But . . .”


I pinned her with a glare. “Take the afternoon off.” I lowered my voice. “My place at seven, okay?”


“Okay,” she breathed out.


“If you need anything—business related—text me. Otherwise, it needs to wait.”


She nodded. “I understand.”


It was common knowledge Anderson Inc. monitored emails. Not one to take chances, I had my own cellphone, to which only a select few had the number. I knew there was no point asking Miss Elliott if she had one, as money seemed limited. I planned to rectify that today, along with my other errands. I didn’t want to take the chance David had texts and calls monitored, as well. “You can go.” I dismissed her.


She hesitated before withdrawing an envelope from her thick notepad, and placed it on the desk. She left without a word, closing the door behind her. I took a bite of my bagel, then reached for the envelope and opened it, removing the folded papers. It was a list about her. Things she thought I should know: pertinent dates, her favorite colors, music, foods, general likes and dislikes.


It was a good idea. It would save some monotonous conversation tonight. I would write up one for her, later.


I refolded the list and slid it into my jacket pocket. I’d be sitting in waiting rooms on and off all day—it would give me something to keep me busy.
Miss Elliott was punctual, arriving at seven o’clock. I opened my door, letting her enter, took her coat, and hung it up—the whole time silent. There was such stiffness, a formality to our interactions, which I knew had to change. Problem was, I didn’t know how to make it happen.


I escorted her to the counter by the kitchen and handed her a glass of wine. “I ordered Chinese.”


“You didn’t have to.”


“Believe me, you don’t want me cooking. You wouldn’t survive.” I chuckled. “I’m not sure the kitchen would survive.”


“I like to cook,” she offered, a small smile curling her lips.


That was as good a place to start as any. I sat down, dragging a file toward me. “I had a contract drawn up this afternoon. You should read it.”


“Okay.” “I made you a list, much like yours. You can go over it and we need to talk about what’s on it. Make sure we’re both comfortable with the facts.”


She nodded and took the proffered envelope.


I pushed another smaller one toward her. “Your first payment.”


She waited, her fingers not touching the innocent-looking envelope.


“Take it. It’s all documented.”


Still, she didn’t touch it.


“Miss Elliott, unless you take it, we can’t go forward.”


She looked at me, frowning.


I nudged the envelope. “It’s a job, Katharine. This is your compensation. Simple. Take it.”


Finally, she picked it up, not even looking at it.


“I want you to resign tomorrow. Effective immediately.”


“Why?”


“If this happens, and I think it will, I’ll give my notice fast. I want you out of there before the shit hits the fan.”


She worried the inside of her cheek, jittery and silent.


“What?” I snapped, getting impatient with her demeanor.


“What if it doesn’t work? Will you . . . will you give me a letter of reference? I’ll have to get another job.”


“I’ve got that covered. I spoke with some contacts, just in general, and if this doesn’t work, and I leave Victoria, I have two companies I know will offer you a job. You won’t have to worry about looking, if you don’t want. In answer to your question, though, I will give you a glowing letter of recommendation.”

“Even though you think I’m a lousy assistant?”


“I’ve never said you were a lousy assistant. You are, in fact, good at your job.”


“You could have fooled me.”


A knock at the door saved my reply. I rose to my feet. “Dinner is here. Read the contract—it’s very simple. We can discuss it and other things after we eat.”


When she opened her mouth to protest, I slammed my hand on the counter. “Stop arguing with me, Katharine. We’re having dinner, and you’re going to eat. Then we’ll talk.” I spun on my heel and headed to the door, exasperated. Why was she so against accepting a simple meal? She was going to have to get used to accepting many things for this to work. I slipped my hand in my pocket, encountering the small box I had hidden away. If she was unsure of dinner, she was going to hate what I had in store for her after. Dinner was quiet. She read the contract and asked a few questions, which I answered. She vacillated when I handed her a pen, but signed the documents, watching as I did the same.


“I have two copies. One for each of us. I’ll keep them in the condo safe, for which I’ll give you the combination.”


“Does your lawyer have a copy?”


“No. This is an arrangement between us. He knows about it, but he is bound by client confidentiality. We have the only two copies. Once this is over, we can destroy them. I had them drawn up for your benefit.”


“All right.”


I handed her a box. “This is your new cellphone. You’ll have to give yours up when you resign, so now you have one. I programmed my personal number in there so you can reach me. You can text freely on it.”


She bit her lip, accepting the box. “Thank you.”


“How much stuff do you have to move in?”


“Not much.”


“What about breaking your lease?”


“It’s month-to-month. I guess I’ll lose the last one.”


I waved my hand. “I’ll cover it. Should I hire a moving company for you?”


She shook her head, her eyes downcast. “It’s only a few boxes.”


I frowned. “No furniture?”


“No. Some books, a few personal pieces, and my clothes.”


I spoke without thinking. “You can donate your clothes back to Goodwill since I presume most of them came from there anyway. I’ll be purchasing you a new wardrobe.”


Her cheeks flushed, eyes flashed, dark and angry, but she said nothing.


“I’ll pick up your boxes and bring them here when we move forward.”


I handed her another envelope. “This is your new bank account and debit card. I’ll make sure there are appropriate funds in it at all times.”


She accepted the envelope with a shaking hand.


“I need you here as much as possible so we can get used to each other and talk. Tomorrow we can go over the lists and ask questions, fill in the blanks.”


“Okay.”


“Saturday morning, I want you here early. I have arranged an appointment for you to get ready for the barbeque. Do your hair and makeup. In fact, you may want to stay over Friday night, to save you the trip.”


Her gaze flew to mine. “Stay over?” she repeated, a slight tremor in her voice.


I stood up. “Let me show you the place.”

She didn’t say a word during the tour. I showed her the guest rooms, the den, and the private gym located at the other end of the condo on the main level. Upstairs, she was decidedly nervous when I showed her the master bedroom.


I indicated the guest room across the hall. “That one has a private en suite. I assume you’d like that room.”


Her shoulders seemed to loosen. “You don’t, ah . . .”


“I don’t what?” “You don’t expect me to sleep in your room,” she stated, sounding relieved.


I smirked at her uncertainty. “Miss Elliott, this is a business arrangement. Outside these walls, we will appear as a couple. We’ll hold hands, stay close, do whatever other couples do who are in love.” I waved my hand in the air. “In here, we are real. You have your space; I have mine. I won’t bother you. I expect nothing from you.” I couldn’t help the dry chuckle that escaped. “You didn’t really think I’d want to sleep with you, did you?”


Her head snapped up, and she glared at me. “No more than I’d want to sleep with you, Mr. VanRyan.” Turning on her heel, she marched down the hall, her footsteps small thumps on the hardwood floor.


I followed her, still smirking. When we reached the living room, she whirled around, her eyes flashing.


“You asked me to do this, Mr. VanRyan. Not the other way around.”


“You agreed.”


She crossed her arms, anger pouring off her body. “I’m doing this, because at the moment, I have no other choice. Your decisions have directly affected my life, and I’m trying to keep up. I hate lying, and I’m not a good actress.”


“What are you saying?”


“If you’re not even going to attempt to be polite, or at least be a decent human being, this isn’t going to work. I can’t turn off my emotions that quickly.”


I pulled on my stubborn cowlick in vexation. “What do you want from me, Miss Elliott?”


“Could we not at least try to get along? Surely we can find something we have in common and engage in a conversation without your veiled insults and holier-than-thou attitude.” A grin tugged at my lips. I was catching another glimpse of the backbone in Miss Elliott.


I tilted my head. “I apologize. I’ll try to do better. Is there anything else you want since we’re putting everything on the table?”


She hesitated, her fingers worrying the ugly shirt she wore.


“Spit it out.”


“You can’t, um, you can’t mess around while we’re doing . . . while we’re together.”


“Mess around?”


She looked everywhere but at me. “You can’t sleep with other women. I won’t be humiliated like that.”


“So what you’re saying is: I can’t Bleep anyone?”


Her cheeks were so red I thought her head would explode; however, she straightened her shoulders and looked right at me. “Yes.”


This was too fun for me.


“Yes, I can Bleep around?”


“No!”


“No fucking,” I enunciated the last word.


“No.”


“You expect me to remain celibate the whole time?” I asked, now incredulous.


“I will be, so I expect you to do the same.”


I snorted. “I doubt it’s anything new for you.”


She threw up her hands. “That’s it. You want to Bleep someone? Go Bleep yourself, VanRyan.”


I gaped at her retreating figure as she grabbed her coat and stormed to the door.


Like the idiot I was, I chased after her—for the second time.


“Katharine!” I reached past her so she couldn’t open the door. “I’m sorry. My remark was uncalled for.”


She turned; her eyes were bright with tears. “Yes, it was. So many of the things you say are.”


“I’m sorry,” I repeated. “It’s almost instinctual with you.”


“That doesn’t make it any better.”


“I know,” I conceded, then changed tactics. “I won’t.”


“You won’t what?”


“I won’t Bleep around. I’ll abide by your wish.” I pressed harder against the door—if she left, I was really bleeped. “I’ll try not to be such an ass, as well.”


“I’m not sure you can change your DNA, but good luck with trying,” she mumbled.


I relaxed—crisis averted.


“I’ll drive you home.”


She began to shake her head, and I gave her a fierce look. “Katharine, we agreed I was going to be less of an ass. I’ll drive you home. Tomorrow is going to be a long fucking day.”


“Fine.”


I grabbed my coat and opened the door for her, knowing my life was about to change in ways I never planned.


I only hoped it would be worth it.

CHAPTER 9
ASIDE FROM KATHARINE’S HESITANT INSTRUCTIONS, the drive was silent. The farther away we went from my neighborhood, the darker my mood turned. When we pulled up in front of a dilapidated house, I turned to Katharine.


“This is your house?”


She shook her head. “No. I rent an apartment in the house.”


I slammed the car into park, yanking off my seatbelt. “Show me.”


I followed her up the uneven path, double clicking the key fob. I hoped the tires were still attached to my car when I returned. In fact, I hoped the car would there.


I didn’t try to hide my displeasure as I looked around at what I assumed was considered a studio apartment. I considered it a dump. A futon, an old chair, and a desk that also served as a table were the only pieces of furniture in the room. A short counter with a hot plate and a small refrigerator posed as a kitchen. There were a half dozen boxes piled by the wall. A wardrobe hanger held the dowdy suits and blouses Katharine wore.


I strode over to the one door in the room and threw it open. A tiny bathroom held a shower so minute I knew I would never be able to use it. I closed the door and turned to Katharine. She watched me with nervous eyes.


None of this made any sense to me.


I stepped in front of her, towering over her small stature. “Do you have a problem I should know about?” “I beg your pardon?”


“Do you have a drug problem? Or some other addiction?”


“What?” She gasped, her hand clutched to her chest.


I flung out my arm. “Why are you living like this—like a poor church mouse? I know what you make. You can afford a decent place. What are you spending your money on?”


Her eyes narrowed, and she glared. “I do not have a drug problem. I have other priorities for my money. Where I sleep doesn’t matter.”


I glared right back. “It does to me. You aren’t staying here anymore. Pack your shit. Now.”


She slammed her hands on her hips. “No.”


I stomped forward. The room was small enough, when she retreated, her back hit the wall. I towered over her menacingly and studied her face. Her eyes, although angry, were clear. Holding her gaze, I grabbed her wrist, pushing her sleeve up. She almost snarled as she tugged her arm away, holding it up, then doing the same to her other arm.


“No needle tracks, Richard,” she spat. “I don’t do drugs. I don’t smoke them, ingest them, or shoot them into my system. Satisfied? Or, do you want to check more? Should I pee in a jar for you?”


“No. I suppose I have to trust you. If I find out you’re lying, this whole deal is off.”


“I’m not lying.”


I eased back. “Fine. This isn’t up for discussion—you’re out of here tonight. I won’t risk Graham finding out you live in a place like this shithole.”


“And if you aren’t offered the job? What do I do then? I doubt you’ll let me stay on with you.” I barked out a laugh. She was right. “With what I’m paying you, you’ll be able to afford something decent.” I looked around again. “You aren’t bringing this furniture.”


“It’s not mine.”


“Thank God.”


“You’re a snob, you know that? It’s old, but it’s still serviceable and clean.”


I had to admit, the small space was meticulous and clean—but it was still hideous. I ignored her jibe.


“Do these boxes go?”


“Is it really necessary to do this right now?”


“Yes.”


“Yes.” She sighed. “The boxes go.”


“Fine. I’ll put those in the back seat. Your, ah, wardrobe can go in the trunk. What else do you have?”


“A few personal things.” I pushed an empty plastic laundry hamper her way. “Put them in there. Throw out any food you have.”


A strange look crossed her face. “I don’t have any—except a few muffins.”


I snorted. “Is eating a problem, too? No wonder you’re so fucking thin.”


She tossed her head. “Are you going to even attempt to be polite? Or will you only save the effort for when we’re in public?”


I lifted the first set of boxes. “I guess you’ll find out. Now, get your stuff. You’re not coming back here.”

I opened the guest room door, striding in and turning on the light after I set down the same boxes I had loaded up on the other side of town. Together, after we made a few trips, we brought all the contents her room. I stepped back and assessed the situation. It wasn’t much. I was tempted to demand to know why she had so little, then decided it wasn’t worth the fight. I could tell from the tense set of her shoulders and the way her lips pressed together, I had pushed her enough for the night.


“Katharine, trust me. This is for the best. Now when they ask you, you can honestly say we live together.”


“And if your idea fails, my life is shattered.”


“If my idea fails, your life was done anyhow. David would never trust you to remain; he’d fire you and you’d have nothing. This way you’ll have some money in the bank, I’ll make sure you get a new job, and you can have a nicer place. One way or another, it has to be a fucking lot better than what you had.”


She stared at me.


“In the meantime, you have a place that’s safe and it’s far more comfortable. When we move forward, you can decorate the room to suit your taste. You have access to the whole condo. Besides my workout room, there’s a great pool and spa area downstairs, and I guarantee you, your bathroom is luxurious.”


“Is there a bathtub?” she wondered, a trace of wistfulness in her voice.


I felt strangely pleased to be able to tell her yes, and I opened the door with a flourish, showing her the massive tub. For the first time, I saw a real smile on her face. It softened her expression, lighting up her eyes. They really were an incredible shade of blue.


“It’s yours, Katharine. Use it whenever you like.”


“I will.”


I walked over to her door. “Get settled and get some sleep. Tomorrow will be long and difficult, and we need to get you ready for the weekend.” I hesitated, but I knew I needed to begin trying. “Goodnight, Katharine.”


“Goodnight, Richard.”

KATHARINE


I couldn’t sleep. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t fall asleep. I was exhausted, both mentally and physically, yet I couldn’t relax. The strange events of the past few days played on a constant loop in my mind. Richard’s unexpected offer, my even more unexpected response, and his reaction to where I’d been living. He’d been beyond disgusted and furious, with his usual demanding demeanor in full force. Before I could blink, my few possessions were in the trunk of his large, luxury car and I was back in his condo—on a permanent basis, or until he was done with his inane plan. The inane plan I was now entrenched in as deeply as my boss.


The condo was silent. There was literally no noise. I was used to the sounds that surrounded me at night: traffic, other tenants moving around, yelling, and the constant sound of sirens and violence outside my window. They were the noises that kept me awake, sometimes fearful, yet now they were absent, I couldn’t sleep. I knew I was safe. This place was a hundred, no a thousand times safer, than the terrible room I had lived in the past year. I should be able to relax and slumber peacefully.


The bed was huge—deep and plush—the sheets silky soft and rich, and the duvet felt like a warm feather floating over my body. The silence, however, was too loud.


I stole out of bed and went to my door. I opened it, wincing at the low creak as the hinges protested their use. I strained my ears, yet I couldn’t hear anything. We were up too high for traffic, and the walls were well insulated, so there was no noise from anyone in the building. I tiptoed down the hall, pausing in front of the door I knew was Richard’s room. It was slightly ajar, and bravely I pushed it open wider and stuck my head in the opening. He was asleep in the middle of a gigantic bed—bigger than the one I had—bare-chested, with his hand resting on his torso. Obviously, the events of the past couple days weren’t bothering him at all. His shiny hair showed up in the dim glare against the dark color of his sheets, and to my surprise, he snored. The sound was subtle but constant. In repose, and without the ever-constant sneer on his face, he looked younger, and less of a tyrant. In the muted moonlight, he appeared almost peaceful. It wasn’t a word I had ever associated with him, and he wouldn’t look that way if he woke up and found me in his doorway.


Nevertheless, it was the sound of his even breathing and rumbling snores I needed to hear. To know I wasn’t alone in this vast, unfamiliar space. I listened for a few moments, left his door opened, and returned to my own room, leaving the door ajar, too.


I settled back into the bed and concentrated. It was low, but I could hear him. His odd wheezes offered me a small measure of comfort—a lifeline I needed desperately.


I sighed realizing if he knew he was comforting me, he would probably sit up all night in order to deny me the security it brought.


I turned my face into the pillow, and for the first time in months, cried.

He was subdued in the morning when I walked into the kitchen. He sipped from a large mug and indicated I could help myself to the Keurig machine on the counter.


In awkward silence, I made a coffee, unsure what to say.


“I hadn’t expected company. I don’t have cream.”


“It’s fine.”


He pushed a piece of paper my way. “I wrote your resignation letter.”


I frowned as I picked it up and read it. It was simple and straightforward.


“You didn’t think I could write this myself?”


“I wanted to make sure it was plain. I didn’t want you detailing your reasons for leaving.”


I shook my head. “I don’t understand.”


“What? What don’t you understand now?” He ran a hand along the back of his neck.


“If you don’t trust me enough to write a simple resignation letter, how do you expect to trust me enough to act like we’re—” the word stuck in my throat “—lovers?”


“One thing I do know about you, Katharine, is you work hard. You’ll do a good job because it’s what you do. You’re a pleaser. You’ll act exactly the way I need you to act because you want to earn the money you’re being paid.”


He picked up his briefcase. “I’m heading to the office. There’s a spare key and a pass card for the building on the hall table. Your name is already added to the tenant list and the doormen won’t hassle you. You should introduce yourself to them, just to be sure.”


“How . . . how did you do that already? It’s not even eight o’clock.”


“I’m on the board, and I get what I want. According to the files, you’ve been living here for three months. I want your resignation in my hand right after lunch, and you’ll leave. I’ve asked for some file boxes to be delivered to my office. I don’t have a lot, but you can help me pack up my personal stuff this morning. Add anything of yours to the boxes. I’ll bring them here.”


“I don’t have much of anything at the office.”


“Fine.”


“Why are you packing up? You haven’t been fired yet.”


He flashed his smile. The one that held no warmth. The one that made the person on the receiving end acutely uncomfortable.


“I’ve decided to quit. It’ll piss off David, and show Graham how serious I am. I’ll accept your resignation, and hand them both in to David at three. It’s a shame you’ll be gone for the show, but I’ll fill you in on all the gory details when I get home.”


I gaped at him. I couldn’t keep up.


“You like Italian?” His question was offhanded, as if he hadn’t dropped yet another explosive bombshell. “Um, yes.”


“Great. I’ll order dinner for about six, and we can spend the night talking. Tomorrow morning, you’re going shopping for a suitable outfit for the barbeque, and I’ve made an appointment for your hair and makeup. I want you to look the part.”


He turned on his heel. “See you at the office.” Then he laughed, the sound making me shiver. “Sweetheart.”


I sat down as the door shut, feeling dizzy.


What had I agreed to?

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Ride On

CHAPTER 10
KATHARINE


THE MORNING WAS TENSE FOR me—even Richard felt it. He had little in the way of personal items in the office, but I helped him pack up some awards, books, and a couple shirts he kept on hand for emergencies. I shook my head as I folded one, trailing my finger over the sleeve. All his shirts were custom made, and his initials RVR embroidered into the cuffs; a decadent touch only he could carry off. His items only filled two file boxes. His office was as impersonal as his condo. Glancing around, I realized it didn’t look any different. No one would notice, unless someone was looking. A small piece of sculpture caught my eye and I stretched up, grabbing it off the shelf. “Did you want to take this, Richard?”


He focused his gaze on the sculpture, but before he could reply, his office door flung open and David strode in. He stopped dead, looking at us. Richard was leaning against his desk, his resignation letter in hand, me standing, holding the sculpture beside an open box. David’s face was like thunder.


“What the Bleep is going on here?”


Richard pushed off his desk, sauntering over to where I stood. He plucked the sculpture from my hand and smirked as he tossed it into the box and fitted the lid on top.


“I think we’re done here, Katharine. Go to your desk and wait for me.”


I froze in place. The sensation of his fingers drifting down my cheek startled me out of my stupor. “Sweetheart,” he murmured. His voice was a low hum in my ears. “Go.”


I blinked at him.


Sweetheart?


What was he doing?


He bent closer, his breath warm on my skin. “I’ll be fine, go to your desk. We’ll leave in a minute.” His hand wrapped around my waist, pushing me forward.


Completely confounded, I did what he asked. I hadn’t made it more than two feet when David started yelling. He cursed and shouted, reaching out to grab my arm.


Richard pushed him away, standing between us.


“You don’t touch her, David. Do you understand me?”


“What the Bleep! Are you . . . are you fucking her, Richard? Are you telling me you’re having an affair with your assistant?”


I held my breath, unsure what would happen next. “It’s not an affair, David. We’re in love.”


David laughed—a dry, brittle laugh that held no humor. “In love?” he sneered. “You can’t stand her. You’ve been trying to get rid of her for months!”


“A good cover. One you fell for—hook, line, and sinker.”


David’s voice dripped ice. “You just signed your death warrant with this company.”


Richard smirked. “Too late.” He pushed two pages of heavy company stationery in David’s direction. “I quit. So does my fiancée.”


David gaped. “Your fiancée? You’d throw your career away over a trashy piece of ass? A lousy, worthless Bleep?”


It happened so fast, I had no time to stop it. One second David was shouting, the next, Richard was standing over his prone figure, his hand curled into a fist so tight his knuckles were white. He towered him, chest heaving; he was the very picture of a man protecting something, or someone he loved. “You never talk about her like that, again. You never talk about her, period. We’re leaving here today. I’m done with you fucking me over, dictating who I fall in love with and where. I’m done with you and Anderson Inc.”


“You’re going to regret this, Richard.” David spat, wiping the blood off his face.


“The only thing I regret is wasting as much time as I have giving you the best fucking campaigns this company ever produced. Good luck with your success record once I’m gone.”


He stepped back. “Sweetheart, get your things. We’re leaving. Now.”


I ran to my desk, grabbing my purse and coat. The few things I found in my desk earlier were already in Richard’s boxes. I had made sure there was nothing personal on my computer and my area was tidy. I knew Richard had wiped his hard drive, chuckling as he did something, muttering, “Good luck, fuckers,” then shut down the machine. I could only imagine what the IT department would discover.


He strode out of the office, ignoring David, who was screaming obscenities, threatening lawsuits and telling him he was ruined. He indicated the exit with his head, and I scurried to open the door, following him down the hall, David trailing us, still cursing and flinging insults. Other employees and executives were staring at the commotion. I kept my eyes focused on Richard’s back, certain he was strutting. He held his head high, shoulders straight, not at all embarrassed by the scene he had caused.


When we reached the elevator, he pushed the button and turned to the small crowd who were watching, not knowing what was going on, but loving the drama of it all.

“It’s been a pleasure, but I’m out of here. Good luck working for the bloodsucker we all know as David.” The doors opened and he dropped the boxes inside, then swept his arm in a wide arc. “After you, my lady.”


I stepped in, my face flushed with embarrassment. As the elevator doors began to close, he stuck his arm out, forcing them to reopen. “And by the way, so you can stop gossiping and wondering, yes, Katharine and I are together. She’s the best thing this company ever did for me.”


With those words, he grabbed me, dragged me to him, kissing me as the doors shut, closing off the shocked gasps.





Immediately, Richard moved away from me. I stumbled back against the wall, breathing fast. His kiss had been hard, deliberate, with an edge of anger to it.


“Why did you do that?”


Bending down, he picked up the boxes and shrugged. “Might as well leave with a bang.” He chuckled. “The way the gossip mill works in this industry, this will be everywhere by tonight.” He started to laugh, his head falling back on his shoulders. “That fucker did me a huge favor and he has no idea.”


The doors opened, and I followed him to his car. I waited until I sat beside him before I asked. “Favor? Did you . . . did you plan all this?”


He grinned, looking almost boyish. “No. I planned on doing it differently, but when he barged in, I went in another direction.” He winked as he slid on his sunglasses. “I do that well, Katharine. The client wants it changed, you learn to think on your feet. David knew what was happening as soon as he saw the boxes. I decided a scene would be a good thing.”


“Good for whom? It was embarrassing.”


“It was advertising. The name of the game. In one move, not only did the entire company get to see the dissolution of my relationship with David, they also found out about us. By the time we get to Graham’s place tomorrow, he will have heard about it. He’ll know I punched David for talking trash about the woman I love. It’s perfect. I couldn’t have planned it better if I tried.”


I shook my head, flabbergasted. I never would have considered what just happened as “perfect.”


“Relax, Katharine.” He snorted as he skillfully wove in and out of traffic. “You’re done. You don’t have to go back there. I’ll call my lawyer and make sure we send the first volley to cut David off at the knees.”


“First volley?”


“David hates negative publicity for the firm. If he thinks I’m going after him for broken promises and an unhealthy work environment, he won’t try anything. It’s just for insurance.”


I sighed and rested my head on the cool glass.


“You have the afternoon free. Maybe you should do some shopping.”


“Must I?”


“Yes. I told you—I need you to look the part. I have a personal shopper lined up. I’ll call her and arrange for you to see her this afternoon. We can stick with our plans for the evening.”


“Great.”


He turned up the music, tapping out a rhythm on the steering wheel, ignoring my sarcasm. I hated shopping—mostly because I could never afford to buy much. Maybe not having to pay the bill, it would be fun.


I hoped so. After this morning, I needed something to distract me.

Not long after we arrived back at the condo, Richard signed for an envelope. He opened it and thrust a black credit card at me.


“What’s this?”


“For you to shop.”


I looked at the face of the card, seeing my name emblazoned in silver.


“How did . . . ? Never mind.” I sighed. It was obvious, whatever Richard wanted, he got.


He sat down, reaching for the card. “Sign it and use it. I called Amanda Kelly—she’s the personal shopper I told you about. She’s expecting you in an hour.”


“Fine.”


“What’s the matter?” “Couldn’t she send me a dress for tomorrow? I’m sure you’ve already informed her exactly what you want me to wear.”


He shook his head. “This isn’t solely for tomorrow, Katharine. I meant what I said. Get rid of the clothes you’ve been wearing. I want you in dresses, well-tailored suits, smart outfits. Decent shoes. A whole new wardrobe.”


“Do I have to toss my underwear, as well?” I questioned, and even I could hear the snark.


For a minute he blinked, then started to laugh. “You do have a little backbone in there somewhere. Yes. Toss it. All new. All in keeping with the role you’ll be playing.”


I rolled my eyes, taking the card. “Fine. It’s not as if anyone will see my undergarments, anyway.”


“What is it with you?” He growled. “I’ve never had to beg another woman to spend my money. Usually, they can’t wait to get their hands on my bank account. Why are you so fucking stubborn?”


I stood up. “Then get one of them to play your loving fiancée in this ridiculous farce.” I began to walk away, stopping when his long fingers wrapped around my arm.


“Katharine.”


I shook my arm free. “What?” I spat.


He held up his hands. “I don’t understand the problem with outfitting you.”


Wearily, I rubbed my hand over my eyes. “If tomorrow doesn’t give you the result you want, you will have spent a lot of money for nothing. All of this craziness will have been for nothing.”


“All of this craziness?”


I blinked away the tears I felt forming. “Pretending we’re engaged. Taking me out of my home, throwing away both our jobs, subjecting yourself to having to spend time with me. Even David knew how much you disliked me, Richard. How is this possibly going to work?”


He shrugged. “If, and it’s a big if, it doesn’t work, you’ll have a bunch of pretty new clothes to wear to your next job. Let’s be honest—your hovel wasn’t much of a home; we’ll find you something far better. Think of it that way.” He stepped forward. “And, frankly, Katharine, perhaps I judged you too quickly. I don’t dislike you. In fact, I rather enjoy listening to you argue with me.”


I didn’t know what to say to his unexpected declaration.


“I think, perhaps, we need to call a truce. You’re right on one thing. We need to present a united front, and we can’t do that if we’re on edge with each other. So I have an offer to extend.”


“Okay?” I asked, almost fearful of what he was about to say. “You go shopping, spend my money. Spend an indecent amount. Consider it a gift for all the lousy things I’ve done over the past year. I’ll make my calls, and some arrangements I need to take care of. When you get home, we’ll spend the evening talking and getting to know each other a little more. Tomorrow, we’ll face the day as a couple. Okay?”


I chewed on my cheek as I studied him. “Okay.”


“Good. One more thing.”


“What?”


He held out his hand, a small box in his palm. “I want you to wear this.”


I stared at the box, not making a move.


“It won’t bite you.”


“What is it?” I whispered, already knowing the answer.


“An engagement ring.”


When I still didn’t move, he sighed in frustration. “You had better not expect me to get down on one knee.”


“No!” I gasped.


“Then take it.”


My hand trembled as I reached for the box and opened it. A large solitaire in a white gold, vintage setting, shimmered under the light. It was exquisite.


I lifted my gaze to his.


“I described you to the sales woman and said I wanted something simple yet stunning. There were larger ones, but for some reason, I thought you would like this ring.”


His odd, kind words touched me. “I do.”


“Well, put it on. It’s part of the image.”


I slid it on my finger, staring at it. It was a perfect fit, but still it felt strange on my hand.


“I’ll take good care of it until it’s time to give it back.”He snorted. “I’m sure you’ll try. Given your clumsiness, I’ve insured it.”


I rolled my eyes, the moment of being touched passed in that second.


He looked at his watch. “Okay. The car will be outside waiting for you. Go get yourself presentable.”


He turned and left the room.


I picked up my purse, the ring catching the light.


Well, it seemed I now had a fiancé.


I was engaged to a man who disliked me, but was willing to overlook it so he could get a new job and piss off his old boss.


Certainly, that was the stuff dreams were made of.

CHAPTER 11
KATHARINE


THE AFTERNOON WAS A WHIRLWIND. Richard had indeed told Amanda precisely what he wanted, and the list was endless, it seemed. Dresses, pants, skirts, blouses, suits—a vast array of materials and colors drifted by me. There were also new bathing suits, lingerie, and nightgowns. Item after item was tried on, discussed, and either discarded or placed on the ever-growing pile of clothes to keep.


Thankfully, after watching me for a short time, the footwear she picked out was all low-heeled. Still stylish, she assured me, but I had a better chance of staying upright.


The last straw was the exercise clothing she showed me. By that point, I was beyond exasperated. I couldn’t fathom a time I would need to have expensive workout clothes. He had a private gym in his apartment for God’s sake. When she indicated it was on Richard’s list, I threw up my hands and told her to add whatever she felt was suitable. I was done.


I walked out of the store, carrying the outfit for the next day, wearing a new pair of jeans and a silk T-shirt in a rich red color. Richard, apparently, didn’t want to see me arrive back in my “old stuff.”


I was silent on the car ride back, overwhelmed and tired. I carried my packages up to the condo, letting myself in with my keys. I heard music coming from down the hall. I knew Richard was busy working out, so I hung my new dress in the closet, put away the few other items I had brought back with me, then called the home to check on Penny. Her primary nurse told me she was sleeping, but it hadn’t been a good day, so I shouldn’t visit. Sadness engulfed me as I sat looking out the window. I hated days like today; however, she was right. Going would only upset me further.


Instead, I went back downstairs and rummaged around in the kitchen. It was well equipped, yet held little food except for some fruit and a few condiments in the cupboards and refrigerator.


“Looking for something?”


I straightened up, startled. Richard was slouched against the doorframe, a towel draped around his broad shoulders. His skin glistened with a thin sheen of sweat, his hair damp, and he still looked perfect.


“You don’t have much food.”


“I have no idea how to cook. I do takeout, or my housekeeper leaves me something.”


“Housekeeper?” He hadn’t mentioned having a housekeeper. He nodded, taking a drink from the bottle of water he was holding. “I need to hire one. The last one left about two weeks ago.” He waved his hand. “They come and go.”


I hid my amusement. That news wasn’t surprising.


“I cook.”


He smirked. “So you mentioned.”


I ignored his sarcastic tone. “I can keep the place clean and do the shopping and cooking.”


“Why?”


“Why not?”


“Why would you want to?”


“Richard,” I started patiently, “I’m not working now. I have lots of time on my hands. Why would you want to hire someone else when I’m here anyway?”


His brow furrowed as he thought about it. “It would seem natural to other people.” At his confused look, I explained. “That I would look after our home. That I would look after, ah, you.”


He scratched the back of his neck, obviously unsure. “Yeah?”


“Yes.”


“Okay—for now. Use your card to pay for everything.”


I nodded.


“Anything you need to keep the place clean. Buy it. If you need help, get it.”


“Okay.”


I felt relieved. It would feel normal to do the shopping and make dinner. Stay busy and clean the condo.


“How did your call go with the lawyer?”


“Good.” He drained the bottle, tossing it in the recycle bin in the corner. “How was your shopping?”


I rolled my eyes. “Quite the list you gave her.”


“I told you I wanted new everything for you.”


“Well, you got it.”


He stepped closer, rubbing the sleeve of my T-shirt with his long fingers. “I like this.”


“Good. You bought it.”


“Did you spend lots of my money?”


“Tons. Pretty sure I put you in the poor house.”


To my surprise, he smiled. A real smile that lit up his eyes, making him appear boyish and younger. “Finally, you do what I tell you to do.”


I snorted.


He reached past me and picked up an envelope. “Here.”


Gingerly, I took the envelope; it felt hard and bulky under my fingers. “What is it?” “The keys to your car.”


“My car?” I squeaked.


“I told you I’d get you one. It’s in space 709, beside my other two. Your pass is in there, as well. It gets you in and out of the garage.”


“What . . .?”


“It’s a Lexus. Safe. Reliable. It’s red—like your shirt.”


“Unnecessary.”


“No. It is needed. It’s all part of the image, Katharine. We’re selling us as a couple—the details are important. Remember that.” He shrugged. “It’s got good resale value anyway, when this is done. If you don’t want to keep it, you can sell it. Either way, it’s yours. Part of the deal.”


I shook my head. “How can you afford all this? I know you were well paid, but not that well paid.”His face darkened. “When my parents died, I inherited a great deal of money.”


“Oh. I’m sorry, Richard. I didn’t know. Did they pass recently?”


His shoulders tightened; his stance tense. “Fourteen years ago. It wasn’t a great loss, so save your sympathy. It was the first time their actions benefitted me.”


I wasn’t sure how to respond to his statement.


“So, don’t worry about the money.”


He turned and walked out of the kitchen. “I’m going for a shower, then I’ll order dinner. I left you a list on the table; you can look it over. We’ll start talking when I come back. We need to get this all down pat.”


“More image work?”


“You got it. Find a good bottle of red in the rack. I think I’m going to need it.” He threw another smirk my way. “If you know a good one when you see it, that is.” On that pleasant note, he left me glaring after him.


RICHARD


When I returned, Katharine was perched on one of the high chairs. There was a bottle of wine opened, and she was sipping from a glass, studying the papers in front of her. I drew in a deep breath, and crossed the room. I had her list with me, so we could discuss the details. We needed to cram as much of our histories in tonight to bluff our way through tomorrow. We had to convince Graham we were the real deal. I knew it was going to be a long evening.


I was still tense from earlier—it happened every time I spoke about my parents, no matter how brief. I hated thinking about them, and my past.


Katharine’s bright eyes met mine. Her hair fell over her shoulder, and I couldn’t help notice how the red suited her pale complexion and deep color of her hair. Wordlessly, I poured a glass of wine and sat beside her, pushing those strange thoughts out of my head.


“Dinner will arrive soon. I ordered you some cannelloni. I hope you like it.”


She nodded. “It’s one of my favorites.”


I held up my list with a smirk. “I know.”


I took a sip of my wine, enjoying the flavor. She had picked one of my favorites.


I tapped the papers on the counter. “Shall we begin?”

Hours later, I emptied the last of the wine into my glass. I was exhausted. Never one to talk about my past, or reveal too many personal details, it had been a torturous evening. Fortunately, since we had a lot of ground to cover, I didn’t have to delve too deep into a lot of things. She knew I was an only child, my parents were deceased, and all the pertinent facts: where I went to school, my favorite activities, colors, foods, likes and dislikes. I was somewhat surprised to find she already knew many of those facts—she was more observant at the office than I gave her credit for being.


I learned a great deal of new information about Katharine. Whereas she was observant, to me, she had only ever been a shadow on the edge of my world. She was as reticent to discuss her past as I was, but told me enough so I could make do. She also had no siblings—her parents died when she was a teenager and she lived with her aunt who now resided in a care home. She didn’t finish post-secondary school, came to work for the Anderson Inc. as a temporary job, and never left. When I questioned why, she stated, at the time she was undecided about her future and chose to work until she knew what she wanted. I let it go, even though it seemed strange. I had no idea how her mind worked.


I sat down with a sigh. Katharine tensed beside me, and I leaned my head back, regarding her with ill-concealed impatience. “I think we have the basic facts down, Katharine. I even know the name of your favorite hand cream should that come up.” Her lists had been far more detailed than mine. “However, none of this is going to work if you stiffen every time I come close to you.”


“I’m not used to it,” she admitted. “You, ah, usually put me on edge.”


“We’re going to have to be close,” I informed her. “Lovers are. They touch and caress. They whisper and exchange glances. There’s a familiarity that comes with being intimate. I have a feeling the Gavin family is an affectionate bunch. If I can’t reach for your hand without you flinching, no amount of facts will help us with Graham watching.”


She fiddled with her wineglass, running her fingers over the stem repeatedly. “What are you saying?”


“I’m going to touch you, whisper things in your ear, stroke your arm, even kiss you. Call you sweetheart, other endearments. Like any other couple in love.”


“I thought you said you’ve never been in love?”


I snickered. “I’ve done enough ads about it, I can fake it. Besides, I’ve been in lust enough, it’s basically the same.”


“Sex without love is just body parts and friction.”


“There’s nothing wrong with that kind of friction. Sex without love is the way I like it. Love does things to people. It changes them. Makes them weak. Complicates things. I have no interest in that.”


“That’s just sad.” “Not in my world. Now back to the task at hand. Are you prepared not to run screaming when I suddenly touch you, or kiss you? Can you handle it?” I rapped my knuckles on the lists sitting in front of us. “We need more than facts to be successful.”


She lifted her chin. “Yes.”


“Okay, we need to try something.”


“What do you suggest?”


I stroked my chin with my finger. “Well, since fucking for fucking sake is off the table, I guess we need to figure that out. Unless you want to try?”


She rolled her eyes, but her cheeks darkened. “No. Suggest something else.”


I suppressed my chuckle. She was entertaining at times. I held my hand out, palm up, in invitation. “Work with me.”


Slowly, she slipped her hand into mine, and I closed my fingers around her small palm. Her skin was cool and soft, and with a grin, I squeezed her fingers before letting go. “See, I didn’t burn you or anything.”


Feeling restless, I stood, walking around. “We’re going to have to act comfortable with each other. If I kiss your cheek or wrap my arm around your waist, you have to act as if it’s normal.” I tugged on my shirt hem. “You’ll have to do the same. Reach for me, smile, laugh when I bend down and whisper something. Stretch up on those ridiculously short legs to kiss my cheek. Something. Do you understand?”


“Yes.” Then she grinned—the most mischievous expression crossing her face.


“What?”


“If you call me sweetheart, do I get to call you something, ah, special, too?”


“I’m not one for nicknames. What did you have in mind?”


“Something simple.”


I could live with that. “Like?” “Dick,” she stated with a straight face.


“No.”


“Why not? It’s a short form of your name, and it, ah, suits you, on so many levels.”


I gave her a sharp look. I was sure she knew the nickname was attached to me in the industry and was trying to poke fun. “No. Pick something else.”


“I’ll have to think about it.”


“You do that. Dick is off the table, though.”


Her lips quirked.


I rolled my eyes. “Give it up, Katharine.”


“Fine. Dick works so well, but I’ll try.”


I ignored her obvious humor. “No—enough.” I stepped in front of her, meeting her amused gaze. “Now, shall we practice?”


“Practice?”


I picked up the remote and hit play, changing the music until a low, gentle melody hummed through the speakers. “Dance with me. Get used to how it feels to be close to me.” I held out my hand, saying the one word I never used with her until the past few days. “Please.”


She let me drag her to her feet and awkwardly she moved closer. With a sigh, I wound my arm around her waist, tugged her close, and breathed in the scent of her hair wafting up into the air. We began moving, and I was surprised how natural it felt. Far smaller than the women I was used to, she barely met my shoulders; her head fit under my chin. She seemed slight and fragile in my arms, yet she molded against my body well. After a few minutes, she lost the stiffness in her shoulders, letting me lead her around the room effortlessly. She was unexpectedly graceful as she moved, given how often I had watched her trip on her own feet.


A voice spoke in my head, whispering maybe what she needed all along was someone to hold her up, rather than tear her down.


That brought me up short, and I jerked back, staring down at her. She blinked up at me, filled with trepidation, and I realized she was expecting some sort of nasty remark. Instead, I cupped her cheek, and her eyes grew wider.


“What are you doing?”


“Kissing you.”


“Why?”


“Practice.”


Her breathy “oh,” hit my mouth as my lips touched hers. They were surprisingly soft and pliant, melding to mine with ease. It wasn’t an unpleasant sensation; in fact, I felt a trail of warmth run down my spine at the contact. I released her lips, only to drop my head and kiss her again, this time a fast brushing of my mouth on hers. I stepped back, releasing my hold on her. The air around us was thick, and I smirked. “See, not so bad. It won’t kill you to kiss me.”


“Nor you,” she retorted, a tremor in her voice.


I barked out a laugh. “I guess not. Whatever it takes to get the job done.”


“Right.”


I grabbed the remote, turning off the music. “Well done, Katharine. We’ve done enough bonding for the evening. Tomorrow is a big day, so I think we both need to get some rest.”


“Okay,” she whispered.


“You did a good job today. Thank you.”


I turned on my heel and left her gaping after me.

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CHAPTER 12
KATHARINE


I HAD TROUBLE SLEEPING AGAIN, so I tiptoed down the hall, pushing open Richard’s door. Tonight, he was on his stomach, one arm wrapped around his pillow, the other one hanging off the edge of his massive bed. He was still snoring—his low, raspy hum I needed to hear.


I studied his face in the dim light. I traced my lips with my finger, still shocked at the fact he had kissed me, held me in his arms, and we danced. I knew it was all part of his grand scheme, but there were moments, glimpses, of a different man than I was used to seeing. The flash of a smile, a twinkle in his eye, even a kind word—they had all caught me off-guard tonight. I wished he allowed that part of himself out more, but he kept his emotions—the positive ones—locked away. I had already figured that out. I knew if I said anything, he would lock himself down even more. So, I remained silent—at least for now. I had to admit though, kissing him hadn’t been bad at all. Considering the venom his mouth could produce, his lips were warm, soft, and full, and his touch gentle.


He groaned and rolled over, taking the blankets with him, his long, lean torso now exposed. I swallowed, partially in guilt for staring at him, partially in wonder. He was a beautiful man—at least on the outside. He muttered something incoherent, and I moved back, leaving the door ajar, scuttling back to my own room.


He might have been a little more pleasant at times this evening, but I doubted he would react well to me staring at him while he slept. Still, his quiet rumbles helped me to drift off into a peaceful slumber.





I left the condo early and went to visit Penny. She was wide-awake and in a good mood. She knew me today, tweaked my nose, and we talked and laughed until she fell asleep. I sipped my coffee while she napped, looking at some of her little pieces she’d been painting. I chose one I liked in particular of some wild flowers, and was admiring it when she stirred. She watched me, then rolled her chair over, holding out her hand for the painting.


“I like this one.” I smiled. “It reminds me of when we’d go and pick flowers in the summer.”


She nodded, looking distracted. “You’ll have to ask my daughter if it’s for sale. I’m not sure where she is.”


My breath caught in my throat. She was gone again. The moments of clarity were getting further and further apart, and I knew better than to upset her.


“Perhaps I can take it and go find her.”


She reached for her paintbrush, turning for her easel. “You can try. She may be at school. My Katy is a busy girl.”


“Thank you for your time, Mrs. Johnson.”


She gestured toward the door, dismissing me. I left the room, clutching her painting, stifling the tears. She didn’t know me, yet deep in her heart, she still thought of me as her daughter. The same way I thought of her as my family.


It was a sobering reminder of why I was doing this with Richard. Pretending to be something I wasn’t.


It was for her.


I wiped my eyes, and headed back to the condo.

When I opened the door, Richard met me with a scowl on his face.


“Where were you? You have an appointment!”


I drew in a deep breath and counted to ten. “Good morning to you, too, Richard. It’s only ten. My appointment is at eleven. I have plenty of time.”


He ignored my greeting.


“Why didn’t you answer your phone? I called. You didn’t take your car, either.”


“I visited Penny. The home she is in is close, so I walked.”


Reaching over, he tugged on the small canvas I had clutched to my torso. “What is this?” My grasp was ineffectual, and he held the painting in his hands, studying it.


“You aren’t hanging this crap in here.”


I swallowed the bitterness in my throat. “I wouldn’t dream of it. I was going to put it in my room.”


He pushed the small canvas back at me. “Whatever.” He walked away, glancing over his shoulder. “Your clothes arrived. I put them in the closet in your room and left the bags on the bed. Burn whatever you’re wearing now. I don’t want to see it any longer.”


Then he disappeared.





Later that afternoon, when I returned to the condo, I felt like a different person. I had been buffed, scrubbed, and waxed within an inch of my life. My hair had been washed with some body infusing shampoo, conditioned, cut and layered, then blown dry so it hung in long, luxurious waves down my back. Once my makeup was done, I barely recognized myself. My eyes looked huge, my mouth full and pouty, my skin like porcelain. I hurried upstairs and slipped into the new lingerie and dress Amanda and I had picked out for the afternoon; she told me it was perfect. Off-white with a flowered overlay, it was pretty and floaty, and it looked like summer. The low-heeled sandals were comfortable, and I was sure I could stay upright.


I took in a deep breath as my nerves began to tighten.


It was time to see if Richard agreed.


  


RICHARD


Impatiently, I drummed my fingers on the counter. I heard the tapping of heels and turned my head, the glass I was about to drink from freezing part way to my mouth.


The Katharine I was used to seeing wasn’t this woman. As I suspected, with the right clothes, a good haircut, and some makeup, she was quite pretty. Not like the flashy, confident women I was used to, but rather an understated beauty she carried well. Not my usual type—however, in this case, it would work.


I glanced down at her hand and frowned. “Where is your ring?”


“Oh.”


She opened her small purse, took out the box, and slipped on the ring.


“You need to wear it all the time. Leave the box here.”


“I took it off for a manicure. I forgot to put it back on.” She smiled—a wide, almost teasing smile. “Thank you so much for reminding me, my darling.” I raised my eyebrows. “My darling?”


“You didn’t like Dick, so I picked another endearment. You know, like lovers.”


I crossed my arms, glaring. “I think you’re laughing at me.”


“I would never.” She tossed her hair, the dark waves rippling down her back. “So, will I pass?”


“My money was well spent.”


She picked up her purse. “You have such a way with words, Richard. So smooth and lyrical. I’m shocked women weren’t lined up pretending to love you.”


Her remark made me chuckle. She had a cutting sense of humor, which was something I liked.


I followed her to the door, opening it for her. She waited as I locked it, and with a smirk, I offered her my hand.


“Ready, sweetheart?”


She rolled her eyes, placing her hand in mine. “Anywhere with you, my darling.”


“Let’s do this.”

Katharine accepted my extended hand, letting me help her from my car, her eyes huge in her face as she took in the extraordinary house and grounds. Even I was impressed. Graham Gavin’s estate home was lavish.


“Try to control your emotions,” I murmured, tugging her close, hoping it appeared natural. She didn’t fight me, leaning her body into mine as the valet drove off with my car. “You need to relax.”


She looked up at me with a frown. “Maybe you’re used to this sort of opulence, Richard. But I’m not.” Her gaze moved around rapidly; panic beginning to show on her face. “I don’t belong here,” she whispered. “They’re going to see right through this sham.”


I bent low so I could meet her eyes. “No, they aren’t,” I hissed. “I’m going to stay beside you, and we’re going to act as if we’re in love. Everyone here will think I chose you and us over my career, and you, damn it, are going to act as though you fucking adore me. Got it?”


She tilted her head up, uncertainty written all over her face.


I softened my voice. “You can do this, Katharine, I know you can. We both need this to work.”


She looked over my shoulder. “Graham Gavin is coming over.”


“Then it’s show time, sweetheart. I’m going to kiss you and you’re going to act as though you like it. Pretend I just gave you a gift. In fact, I’ll give you one, if you pull off this first meeting.”


For a second nothing changed. Then her gaze became determined, and she beamed at me. The expression transformed her face from merely pretty to beautiful. The change caught me off guard, and I stared down at her, surprised at my thoughts.


“Richard!” she exclaimed. “You’re too good to me!”


To say I was shocked when she reached up, threading her fingers through my hair and yanking my mouth to hers, would be an understatement. I recovered quickly, holding her tight and kissing her far too passionately for such a public place. When I heard the clearing of a throat behind me, I smiled against her mouth and drew back. She stared up at me, then as if it was the most natural thing in the world, touched my lips.


“Passion pink isn’t your color,” she teased, wiping at my mouth.


I dropped another kiss on her lips. “I told you to stop wearing the stuff. I’m only going to kiss it off anyway.” Keeping my arm around her, I turned to greet Graham.


“Sorry, Katharine is easily excited.” I smirked. “And who am I to resist?”


He chuckled, extending his hand, introducing me to his wife, Laura. Almost as short as Katharine, her golden hair swept into an elegant bun, she was grace personified.


I, in turn, introduced Katharine as my fiancée, smiling as she blushed and greeted them both.


“You must tell me what excited you so much, Katharine.” Laura smiled at her.


“Richard just told me about an unexpected gift. He’s constantly surprising me. Please call me Katy. Richard insists on my full name, but I prefer Katy.”


I shook my head. “It’s a beautiful name for a beautiful woman.”


She rolled her eyes, and Laura chuckled.“You’ll never convince him otherwise, Katy. Men are such stubborn creatures.” Reaching out, she hooked arms with Katharine, tugging her away. “Come; let me introduce you to my family. Jenna is dying to meet you. Now, what is this gift he gave you?”


Following behind, I listened carefully, wondering what she would decide I had given her. Jewelry? A trip? Those were the extravagant gifts the women I dated liked to receive.


Once again, she surprised me.


“Richard made a generous donation to the ‘no-kill shelter’ where I volunteer. I had told him I was afraid they may close up due to lack of funds.”


Laura glanced over her shoulder with a wide grin. “What a lovely gesture, Richard. Graham and I will match your donation. We both have a soft spot for animals.”


Katharine gasped. “Oh, Laura, you don’t have to do that!”


Laura hugged her arm. “Of course, we do. How long have you been volunteering there?”


I spoke up; thankful for the lists we’d made and the fact I had a good memory. “Three years. She’s been named Volunteer of the Year twice.”


“How wonderful! Graham, make sure you write out a check for Katy when you’re talking to Richard later.”


Those words encouraged me. If he was going to talk to me in private, I hoped it meant what I thought it did.


Graham smiled at Laura. “I will, my love.”

I had planned to stay close, but it seemed my plans were thwarted at every turn. Once introduced to Jenna, her husband Adrian, as well as their older son Adam, his wife Julia, and their two children, Katharine and I were separated. Jenna was eager to meet Katharine, her green eyes much like her father’s, wide and excited. She was average height, attractive, with blonde hair and a friendly smile. Her husband resembled a linebacker, as wide as he was tall, with dark hair and eyes. Their mutual adoration was obvious—if not a little nauseating.


Jenna grabbed onto Katharine, dragging her around to meet some other women, while Graham introduced me to several key members of his staff. It was obvious Graham’s intention wasn’t a secret. He was letting the rest of his valued staff meet me, and I knew their opinions would matter, so I was on my best behavior, putting on the charm. For the first while, I kept glancing over to Katharine, wondering if she was saying or doing anything to jeopardize oursituation, but she looked surprisingly calm, and seemed to be holding her own. Graham noticed my preoccupation and ribbed me good-naturedly.


“Relax, Richard. No one will kidnap her. I promise.”


I forced a chuckle. “Of course not. She, ah, she’s rather shy, that’s all,” I stated lamely. I couldn’t tell him why I needed to stay close.


“You’re protective of her.”


I was? That was what he thought?


“It’s been a rough few days, for both of us.”


He nodded, looking serious. “I heard what happened.”


Perfect.


“I couldn’t let him berate her that way, or allow him to belittle our relationship. It was time to leave, regardless of how it affected my career,” I stated conviction. “I wanted our relationship—our real relationship—out in the open. I wanted the world to know we were engaged.”


“You put her first.”


“Always.”


He clapped my shoulder. “Come meet some people, Richard.”





A while later, I walked toward the small group of people with Katharine. I had observed the Gavins and how they interacted, and I was correct in my assumption. They were a very demonstrative group. When they were close to each other, the couples were constantly touching. Both Laura and Graham were also affectionate with their children and grandchildren. I knew I needed to show the same sort of affinity with Katharine. I hoped she could respond in kind.


The women were laughing, shaking their heads. Katharine spoke up. “I know, for someone usually so health conscious, Richard is terrible. He eats far too much red meat. Every chance he gets, especially at Finlay’s. The twenty-four ounce rib-eye every time.” She chuckled. “I’ve given up trying to stop him because there’s no point. At least he eats better now that I cook for him. The number of take-out menus I found in the drawer when I moved in was frightening.”


Stepping up behind her, I wrapped my arm around her waist, drawing her back to my chest and dropping a quick kiss to her neck, noticing her small shiver. “What about you, Katharine?”


I glanced around at the small group of women she was talking to with a wide smile. “She worries constantly about that, yet every day, I find her eating a peanut butter and jam sandwich.” I shook my head, looking back down at her. “I keep telling you, sweetheart, you need to eat more protein. You are far too tiny. I could put you in my pocket, I swear.”


There was a collective sigh among the women in the group. I had obviously said something right.


“Don’t hate the PB&J, my darling,” Katharine insisted. “Being your assistant, I was lucky to have time to eat a sandwich.”


I kissed her again. “My bad, baby. You shouldn’t be so invaluable to me.”


As the women around her all laughed, Jenna patted one on the shoulder with a smile.


“Look out, Amy, you’ve been warned. If Richard comes on board, no more lunch hours.”


Amy laughed. “I’ll find out all his secrets from his fiancée to keep him in line.” Ah, Amy Tanner, Brian’s girlfriend, and the way things seemed to be going, my next assistant. I smiled at her—she was exactly his type: tall, pretty, and polished.


“Hello, Amy. Brian away this weekend?”


She nodded. “Another trip. He said to remind you about golf next week when he gets back.”


“I’m looking forward to it.”


“I hope I’m not a disappointment as an assistant after having your fiancée at your side. If, of course, you come on board.”


I stiffened a little, but Katharine laughed, patting my arm. “Richard is brilliant,” she enthused. “He is amazing to work with. I’m sure the two of you will get along famously.”


Jenna winked at Katharine. “Spoken like a woman in love.”


Katharine relaxed back into me with a small sigh. She glanced up, a gentle smile playing on her lips. Her hand traced my jaw, her voice low and husky. “Because I am.”


It was an Oscar-worthy performance.





The afternoon waned away. We ate, talked, and met many people. Often when we were with other people, I would look up to find Katharine’s eyes on me. Because it amused me to watch her reaction, I would blow her a kiss or send her a wink, simply to see her cheeks flush. She did it every single time. She did the same thing when I would walk up to her, wrapping an arm around her waist, dropping a kiss to her shoulder or cheek. She played her part well, never reacting in any way except welcoming. In fact, a couple times she sought me out, leaning up on her toes to whisper in my ear. It was easy to imitate the way Adrian bent his head low to hear whatever Jenna was murmuring, with an indulgent look on his face. I had no doubt the words Jenna whispered were far more intimate than what Katharine had to tell me, but no one else knew that.


At one point, Graham drew me to the side and asked if I was available for another discussion on Monday. It was all I could do not to fist pump the air, knowing we had done it. Instead, I told him Katharine and I had an errand on Monday morning, however, I was available after lunch. I didn’t want to appear too eager, but as soon as he nodded knowingly and informed me the license office was always busy on Monday so we should hold off until two o’clock to meet, I realized my mistake.


He thought we were going to apply for our marriage license. Rather than correct him, I agreed two o’clock would be a good time and shook his hand. I noticed a few other people had left, so I thanked him for his hospitality. When he reminded me of the donation, I told him we could take care of it Monday—in actuality, I didn’t have a clue the name of the shelter.


Laura was talking to Katharine, when I approached. “Ready to go, sweetheart?” I asked. “I know you want to go see your aunt this afternoon, as well.”


“Yes, I do.” Katharine turned to our hostess. “Thank you for the lovely afternoon.”


Laura beamed, and pulled her in for a hug.


“Your aunt is very lucky to have you. It was good to meet you, my dear girl. I look forward to seeing more of you. Remember what I said about your wedding!”


Katharine nodded, taking my outstretched hand. It wasn’t unpleasant when Laura stretched up and pressed a kiss on my cheek. “So happy to meet you, Richard. I look forward to seeing more of you, too.” She winked. “Both here and at the office.”


I grinned at her. “Likewise.”


“Did Graham give you a check for the five thousand?”


I blinked at her, then at Katharine.


Five thousand?


Apparently, I had been generous. I smirked, deciding it was well worth it.


“He’s giving it to me on Monday.”


“Excellent. Now you two lovebirds, enjoy the rest of your day.”


I gave a low laugh, making Katharine’s cheek darken and Laura’s smile wider. “I plan to,” I assured her with a wink as I tugged my fiancée away.


I chuckled all the way to the car.


Inside, I was celebrating. It had worked.

CHAPTER 13
RICHARD


MONDAY MORNING, KATHARINE LOOKED AT me as if I had two heads.


“We’re doing what?”


I sighed, folding my paper and setting it on the counter. “I didn’t want to appear too eager, so I told Graham you and I had an errand to run this morning. He assumed it was to go get a marriage license, and I never corrected him.”


She picked up our plates and carried them to the sink. I had to admit she was a damned good cook. I couldn’t remember the last time I had eaten breakfast at home that didn’t come out of a box. Yesterday she had taken her car to do “errands,” and when she returned, it took two trips with me helping to bring up all the groceries she bought. I had thought she was crazy, but I was having second thoughts. Dinner last night had been some kind of delicious chicken and her scrambled eggs today were stellar. So was her coffee. I fully approved of the purchase of the new coffee maker.


She slumped against the sink, scrubbing her face. “You can let him think it, but we don’t have to do it.”


I shook my head. “Nope. We’re doing it. I want a paper trail. We don’t have to get married, just have the license.”


“Richard.”


I lifted the check I had written off the table. “Consider it fair trade for my donation.” I arched my eyebrow at her. “My very generous donation.”


She had the grace to look embarrassed. “I told you, I had no idea what someone in your financial bracket would consider generous. When Laura was talking about it, one of the other women was a little catty and said she wouldn’t consider anything under a thousand generous.” She shrugged. “Before I realized what I was saying I had blurted out you had donated five thousand. It certainly shut her up.”


“I bet it did. And it’s fine. Except, you owe me, so I get one real-fake marriage license.”


She dumped her coffee in the sink. “Fine. I’ll go get ready.”


She stomped past me, and because she made me want to make her angry, I grabbed her wrist, dragging her to my lap. She gasped, pushing me away, and I laughed at her ineffectual struggle.


“Want me to come scrub your back?”


“No!”


“I’ll make another donation.”


She elbowed me in the ribs, making me lose my grip, and she stumbled to her feet. “Be careful, Richard, or I’ll take you with me to the shelter and have you neutered!”


I burst out laughing at her indignation, letting her march away, muttering under her breath.


I had no idea why I enjoyed her outrage—but I did.





Graham shook my hand, offering me a seat at his private conference table. His office, like the rest of the building, was one of understated wealth. The furniture was the best quality, the artwork tasteful and elegant. More awards and small versions of winning campaigns filled the shelves that took up an entire wall. The need to have a campaign of mine displayed there burned within me.


We waited until his assistant brought us coffee and left, shutting the door behind her. Graham smiled at me, helping himself to a cookie off the plate. “From what I hear, these are nowhere near as good as your Katy’s, but help yourself.”


“I’ve been spoiled, I’m afraid. Hers are amazing.”


He chewed and swallowed, wiping his mouth. “I hope your errand was a successful one, Richard?”


I patted my pocket, trying to look smug. “The paperwork is all done. I’ll have the license in three days.” I snickered a little. “I only have to convince Katharine to run off to Vegas with me and make it official.”


Graham frowned as he took a sip of coffee. “Forgive me for saying this, but your Katy doesn’t seem the Vegas type.”


I drank my coffee, stalling for time. I had no idea what “type” she was, but I couldn’t tell him that. I decided to go with the shyer side of her nature. I cleared my throat and nodded. “You’re right, she isn’t. Still, neither of us want a big wedding. We’ll do it in private one day. Katharine is a firm believer in keeping it small—only between us.”


“She has no family, except her aunt?”


“That’s right.”


“Laura mentioned she’s in a home?”


I nodded. “She’s elderly and not well. Katharine visits her a lot.”


“Ah. What a shame.” He looked past me to the window. “Laura and Jenna were quite taken with your girl.”


I wasn’t certain what to say. I didn’t really want to talk about Katharine, yet it seemed I had no choice.


“That happens a lot.”


He smiled wide. “I can see why. She’s delightful.”


“She is.”


He switched gears, tapping a file folder in front of him. “I shared your idea with our team about the campaign.”


“And?”


“They agreed with me. They thought it was a stroke of brilliance.”


I tipped my head down, his praise making me feel good. “I’m glad.”


He relaxed back in his chair, studying me. I sensed I was being judged for the final time. I met his steady gaze, waiting for him to speak.


“It’s taken me many years of hard work and dedication to build this business. The work we do here means something.”


I nodded silently.


“It’s rare I hire outside my firm, Richard. Those who aren’t family have been with me for a long time. They become part of my family. Here at The Gavin Group, we care about our family.”


“It’s a unique concept, Graham. Most employers don’t treat their staff the way you do. I admit, I’ve never experienced it.”


“I know. I have to say, I was wary when I heard your name, Richard. Your, ah, reputation precedes you.”


I had the grace to look ashamed. “I can’t change my past, Graham, except I can tell you, I want something different now.” I hunched forward, earnest and eager. “I want to work here. I want to prove to you I belong here. Give me a chance. Let me show you what I can bring to the table.”


“We work as a team here. We celebrate the victories and accept the defeats as a team.”


“I know. I look forward to seeing that in action. Being part of something—not only being expected to bring in money and shut up.”


“When did you change your mind, Richard? Was it Katy who made you want something different?” “She was the catalyst. I want more now.” That, at least, was the truth.


He rubbed his finger over his chin. “I think you’re very talented and you could bring in a new perspective we’ve been missing. I still have my doubts, but Laura has been lobbying for you ever since she met you.”


That surprised me. “Oh?”


“She thinks anyone as wonderful as Katy would only love someone with a huge capacity for giving. She thinks you are that person. She sees something in you.”


I had no response. I wasn’t sure anyone had ever “seen” something in me.


He slid the file folder toward me. “I have an offer for you, Richard. I want you to take this with you, look it over, and come see me on Friday morning.”


“You don’t want me to look it over now?” “No. I want you to look it over, make sure you read all the stipulations, and reflect if this is what you really want. If you agree, we’ll sign on Friday, and you can start the following Monday.”


“I can start today.”


He stroked his chin with a small laugh. “I love your enthusiasm. Except I want to be here your first few days, and I’m taking Laura away. She’s been a bit blue, so I’m taking her to her favorite little resort for some R&R time. We’ll return Thursday night, and I’ll see you on Friday.”


“I’m sorry to hear that.”


“It’s fine. She needs a little alone time. It’s what we do for the women we love, am I correct?”


“Of course.”


He swept his arm, indicating the room. “This is my business and I love it, Richard, but Laura is my life. Be sure you always know the difference. Katy will be around a long time after your career is over. Make sure you pay close attention to her needs.”


Dumbfounded, all I could do was stare at him.


He stood up. “Look it over, make notes, and we’ll talk Friday. Spend a couple days with your pretty girl, and then I hope we’ll start on a new, exciting venture together. Deal?”


I shook his hand. “Deal.”

Jenna Davis had come to visit.


Interesting. I reached behind me, reopened the door, letting it shut with a bang.


“Katharine! Where are you, sweetheart? Come give your man a congratulatory kiss!” I shouted with a smirk.


She appeared from around the corner, looking startled. “Richard?”


I opened my arms as I went toward her. “Get over here, you.”


She hurried forward and I grabbed her, swinging her around. She laughed at the unexpected move, and before she could say anything I set her on her feet, cupped her face, crashing my mouth to hers.


A strange warmth filled my chest—no doubt gratitude that she was playing along—as she tugged on the back of my neck, bringing me closer. She whimpered softly as my tongue slid in, tangling with hers, and I couldn’t help the groan that escaped. Kissing her wasn’t a bad perk.


The clearing of a throat behind me made me smile against her lips, and I acted startled, jerking back. “We have company?” I asked, knowing Jenna could hear everything I said.


“Yes.”


“I’d say I’m sorry, but I’m not. I was too excited, sweetheart.” I ran my finger down her cheek. “I couldn’t wait to get home and share with you.”


She stared up at me, looking every bit the loving, hopeful fiancée. “Jenna is here,” she breathed out.


I turned and smiled. “Hello, Jenna.”


She smirked at me. “Sorry to break up your moment. I can leave.”


I wound my arm around Katharine, tucking her close. “No, it’s fine. I was just . . .”


“. . . excited,” she finished for me. “Does that excitement have anything to do with a meeting you had with my father?” I grinned and nodded. “I need to go over some paperwork and talk to my girl, but I think we’ll be working together.”


She clapped her hands and beamed at both Katharine and me. There was no other word to describe it—her face lit up like the morning sun. “I’m so pleased.”


“I am, as well.”


Katharine stretched up, cupping my cheek, pulling my face down toward her. “I’m proud of you,” she declared, and kissed my mouth gently.


Even I bought it.


Jenna laughed. “I’m going to head out. I think you two need to be alone.”


“You don’t have to leave,” I insisted.


“No, it’s fine.” She slipped on her coat. “I wanted to give Katy some decorating magazines. She had mentioned now she had time, she wanted to add a few touches to the place.” She glanced around with grimace. “Really, Richard, you should have made her do it sooner. It’s so obviously a man’s place.”


I looked around.


It was? It looked fine to me.


“She can do whatever she wants. I keep telling her that.” I hoped my reply sounded sincere.


“Excellent. Look over the magazines, Katy, and we’ll go shopping.” She giggled. “Maybe the other ones will inspire you, too.”


Katharine’s cheeks flushed, which made me curious why magazines would embarrass her.


Amid air kisses and laughter, Jenna left. Katharine and I stood, looking at each other.


“Do you want some coffee?”


“That would be great.” I followed her to the kitchen, sitting by the counter. Idly, I picked up the pile of magazines, looking at the covers. My hand froze at the bottom two. They were thick, glossy, and the words “The Perfect Wedding” were featured prominently on both. I glanced up at Katharine, understanding her reaction.


“Something you want to tell me?”


“She asked what our plans were. I told her we hadn’t made any yet, with everything else we’d been dealing with. She thought these might help.”


I took a sip from the steaming mug she handed to me with an appreciative sigh. She did make excellent coffee.


“Graham asked me about our plans, too.”


“What are we going to do? They’re going to keep asking. Applying for a fake wedding license was bad enough; I’m not planning a fake wedding.”


I scrubbed my face with my hands. “I know. I hadn’t anticipated this.” “This, meaning what?”


“I actually like Graham. I want to work for him. To make him proud. For some reason, it’s important to me.”


She studied me for a moment. “What are you saying?”


“I thought it would be easier,” I acknowledged. “He’d meet you on the odd occasion, and that would be it. I hadn’t anticipated you and his daughter becoming friends—or his wife adoring you.” I pushed the magazines, toppling the neat pile. “I hadn’t expected them to be part of my life outside the office.”


“And?”


“I think this arrangement is going to have to go on a little longer than I expected. Three months isn’t going to work.”


She traced the edge of one of the glossy covers, her finger retracing a picture of a bookcase. “How long?”“How would you feel about agreeing to a minimum of six months, with an option for another six?”


Her mouth fell open in shock.


“Hear me out.”


She closed her mouth and nodded.


“Graham admitted he still has reservations. I read the paperwork quickly in the car. The offer is a good one, except it has a five-month trial period. I think he’s going to be watching. If you leave before then, or right after, it will look suspicious.”


“You think six months is the answer?”


“It might be, except I think it’ll be longer. I need to know you’ll stay.”


She didn’t say anything, and she didn’t meet my eyes. I felt the stirrings of panic building in my chest. I couldn’t do this without Katharine. I wanted to laugh at the irony. I had wanted to be rid of her for so long, and now I needed her more than I ever thought possible. Karma was, indeed, a bitch.


“We can rework the terms,” I offered through tight lips.


She finally looked up. “Your terms are fine the way they are. I’m not asking for more money.”


“You agree to stay?”


“For a year.”


“Fine. I can work with that. By the end of a year, Graham will see what I bring to the table. He won’t be as concerned with my private life.” I drummed my fingers restlessly on the cold granite. “I do have one other thing I want to ask.”


“Which is?”


“I’d like to cover all my bases. Make sure there’s no room for doubt.”


“I’m not following you.”


I studied her for a moment, then spoke the words I never thought I’d hear myself say.


“Will you marry me, Katharine?”

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