Be Mine. Victoria Dahl

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      “He’s arrogant,” Emily said, punching the elevator button.

      “Everybody in that room’s arrogant,” Jane said. “The only difference is that he has reason to be.”

      “What? You’ve fallen for that ‘hello, I’m God’ presentation he just did?”

      “He’s right,” Jane said. “We were over budget. We could have done the campaign for less. He could help you here.”

      “Whose side are you on?”

      “Ours,” Jane said. “First, last and always. I’m just not sure he’s not on our side, too.”

      They got on the elevator, and Jane handed the glasses back to Emily. “He likes you.”

      “Please.”

      “He likes you. I saw his eyes. Which are incredible, by the way. He likes watching you. He thought you were cute.”

      “Cute!” Emily exploded. “Cute!”

      “Make it work for you,” Jane said.

      “The hell I will. I’ll give him cute.” Emily stormed off the elevator and down the hall to her office, slamming the door behind her. A minute later, Jane came in with her coat.

      “Your lunch meeting is here,” she said. “You promised me Chinese.”

      * * *

      “YOU’D HAVE TO DO THE new campaign for less, anyway,” Jane said later over potstickers and sizzling rice soup. “The new stuff’s not as expensive as Paradise. Your profit margin’s lower.”

      “Not necessarily.” Emily spooned the hot soup carefully into her mouth. “We’ll sell more—to the younger woman who uses perfume more frequently. We’ll be fine. If I’m not forced to under budget.”

      “Give him a chance,” Jane said. “There’s no point in firing the first shot.”

      “I haven’t,” Emily said. “I’ve just made it clear that I’ll return fire.”

      Jane gave up for the time being. “Garlic chicken?”

      “Not if I’m meeting with Attila the Budget Hun this afternoon. Did Karen call?”

      “Yep. Two o’clock. His office.”

      “Of course.” Emily sighed. “I’d prefer neutral ground. From now on let’s make it the conference room. On our floor, not his.”

      “I’ll try,” Jane said. “Prawns?”

      “Yes,” Emily said. “I’m in the mood to crunch little backbones.”

      “Then we’ll go shopping,” Jane said. “I found this incredible pink lace bra and bikini—” She stopped and looked past Emily.

      “Ladies.”

      It was the Hun with George in tow. George would bring him here, Emily thought. Showing the new boss the best place to eat. I’ll bet he offers to pick up his dry cleaning later. She looked up and smiled tightly. “Mr. Parker. How nice to see you.”

      “George assures me this is an excellent place to have a lunch meeting.” He looked at Jane.

      “It is.” Emily turned her back and began spooning soup again.

      Jane grinned at him. “Lovely meeting you again.”

      “Oh, yes. You’re Ms. Tate’s secretary. Mrs. Frobish, isn’t it? I didn’t recognize you at first.”

      “Well, that’s the lot of the secretary,” Jane said cheerfully. “Unrecognized, unrewarded, underpaid...”

      “Hardly underpaid,” Parker said. “Your salary is part of the budget, you know. It’s very generous.”

      “Actually,” Emily said, staring straight ahead, “she is underpaid. And I shall fight tooth and nail to stop any attempt to reduce her salary or to curtail her future raises.” She raised her eyes to Parker’s,

      and the steel in her voice was also in her eyes.

      “I have no intention of interfering with Mrs. Frobish’s salary,” Parker said, calmly. “A good secretary is worth her weight in gold.”

      “Good idea,” Jane said. “I’ll take that as a basis for my next raise. Let’s have two orders of prawns now that I have a reason to gain weight.”

      Emily thought about stabbing Parker with her fork but decided it would be too overt. Subtlety is the key here, she thought.

      “I’ll see you at two, Ms. Tate,” Parker said, and moved on to the table the waiter was patiently holding for him, George toddling along in his wake.

      “I thought you were going to stab him with your fork,” Jane said. “Bad move, careerwise, although as your friend I would have been touched.”

      “I’ve got to stop hating him.” Emily stabbed an egg roll instead. “I’ve got to work with this overbearing, egotistical control freak.”

      “See?” Jane said. “Already you’re speaking of him with warmth.”

      * * *

      THE UNDERWEAR WAS made of hot-pink lace embroidered with silver thread, and Jane bought it. The bra was just two large pink lace roses stitched into demi-cups, held in place with tiny pink satin ribbons, and the bikini was a strip of the same roses and ribbons. It was silly and luxurious and sexy and fun.

      “Ben is going to love this,” Jane said. “Why don’t you get some and try it on Richard?”

      “Richard who?”

      “Parker,” Jane said patiently.

      “He’d never go for it.” Emily looked at the price tag. “It’s not cost-effective. There are small countries that don’t spend this much for defense.”

      “Defense is not what I have in mind.” Jane looked at herself in the mirror. “I’m planning on surrendering almost immediately and being invaded shortly thereafter.”

      Emily sighed. “Sounds like fun.”

      Jane pounced. “You buy some, too.”

      “Why? There’s no one interested in invading.”

      “Wrong. Croswell down in R & D still speaks of you with passion.”

      “Croswell was a mistake.” Emily picked up a pink-and-silver lace bra and looked at it longingly. “If he tries to invade, I’m defending.”

      “Then go back to plan A. Richard.”

      Emily looked at the pink-and-silver lace and thought of Richard Parker. If he’d just СКАЧАТЬ