The Dating Mr Darcy Trilogy: Prada and Prejudice / Love and Liability / Mansfield Lark. Katie Oliver

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      She nodded and brushed past him, uncomfortably aware of his smirking presence in the doorway, and fled.

      With pencils, pens, and steno pads in hand, Natalie returned from the supply closet to her office and dumped everything on her desk. She frowned. There was something about Mr. Clarkson that unnerved her.

      Her stomach rumbled. Thank goodness she had a packet of HobNobs in her desk drawer. What with getting up early and racing around to get dressed, she’d had no time for breakfast. She tore open the packet and withdrew a cookie.

      The intercom on her phone buzzed, startling her, and she dropped the HobNob. It rolled under her desk. “Mr. Gordon will see you now,” Gemma said crisply.

      Natalie eyed the intercom with dislike and the cookie with regret, gathered up her pad and pen, and hurried through to Rhys Gordon’s office.

      “Let’s get started. First of all,” Rhys began as she sat down, “set me up a meeting with IT for next week. Monday’s the best day—” he consulted his schedule “—in the early afternoon, if possible. I want to discuss our website options.”

      Natalie nodded and scribbled furiously.

      “Next, convince Sir Richard to increase our advertising funds. We’ll need to rob Peter to pay Paul in order to make it happen, but that’s to be expected.” He frowned. “As to that, I’d suggest we eliminate…needless expense…”

      As she wrote down his instructions, Natalie’s hand began to cramp. Crikey, she was ready for a break already! It felt like she’d been writing for hours. She snuck a glance at her wristwatch. It was barely nine-thirty.

      She’d taken notes for all of twenty minutes. She bit back a groan. It looked to be a long, long day…

      “…and don’t forget to talk to Penelope about that jewellery line, and Poppy, and Dominic about the advert. We need them all on board so we can get started. I want everything ready in time for the re-launch.”

      “Re-launch?” she echoed, and looked up.

      “Yes. Once I’ve implemented my changes, and the new ad campaign’s in place, we’re re-launching Dashwood and James in a big way, with a stellar event here at the flagship store.” He leaned forward. “You’ll handle the planning, start to finish. Draft me up a business plan with the details.”

      Natalie tapped her pen irritably against the steno pad. “Was there anything else?” Shall I run ten thousand double-sided copies of the employee handbook? Organise the supply closet alphabetically? Clean the lav with a toothbrush?

      “Yes. After we’re done here, go to the coffee shop and get me a tall espresso macchiato.”

      Natalie surged to her feet. “This is ridiculous!” she snapped. “You promised to treat me like anyone else, but you’re treating me far worse! You’ve loaded me up with work, and it’s not fair. I’m not fetching you a bloody espresso, macchiato or otherwise. I’ve half a mind to—”

      His blue gaze collided with hers. “To what, Miss Dashwood?” he asked evenly. “Go to your grandfather?”

      She glared at him. Blimey, sometimes she despised him, the smug arsehole! “No,” she said through gritted teeth. “I only meant I’ve got to get started on your bloody list.”

      “Good. Oh, and I like my espresso black,” he called out after her as she left. “No sugar.”

      Natalie stiffened in the doorway, but made no reply as she stalked out of his office.

      She stopped at Gemma’s desk. “Mr. Gordon wants to meet with IT Monday, in the early afternoon if possible—”

      Gemma didn’t look up as her fingers flew over the keyboard. “Call IT yourself. I’m Mr. Gordon’s PA, not yours.”

      “Oh. Yes. Right, I’ll…do that.” Natalie slunk back to her office with as much dignity as she could muster and picked up the phone. Rude cow. She scanned the phone list. Where was IT on the list? What exactly was IT, anyway? Something to do with computers, she knew that much—

      “Miss Dashwood?” Rhys called out from his office. “Did you get that espresso yet?”

      “On my way,” she called back. Out the bloody door, past Gemma’s desk, never to return again, she thought darkly. “I’ll be right back.”

      By the end of the day, Natalie was exhausted. She’d telephoned, consulted, copied, fetched, and faxed until her head spun. Rhys wanted a working lunch and, since Gemma was gone for the day, Natalie picked up sandwiches from Prêt. Over tomato-and-cheese ciabattas, Rhys outlined his plans for the re-launch as Natalie scribbled madly to keep up with his thoughts.

      At the end of the week Rhys approved her draft business plan for the re-launch. “Good job. I made a few changes.”

      “Thanks,” she said, pleased. “I’ll make the changes and run you a copy.”

      He nodded, his attention already focused elsewhere. “Make copies for the board members, too. We’ll need their approval.”

      When Rhys’s changes were made, Natalie headed to the copier. “Gemma,” she called out as she passed the PA’s desk, “I’ll need these copies GBC bound when you get a chance.”

      Gemma fixed her with a withering look. “I told you before, I support Mr. Gordon, not you—”

      “Mr. Gordon’s orders,” Natalie replied crisply. “Speak with him if you take issue. Oh, and I need them by the end of the day. Thanks!”

      Natalie strode down the hallway to the copier, leaving an outraged Gemma behind. Please let the bloody copier not jam, Nat prayed as she entered the copier room and stacked the business plan’s pages into the collator. Now, how many board members were there—?

      “Hullo, Natalie.”

      She glanced up, and her heart sank. “Oh. Mr. Clarkson.”

      “Ian, please. No need to be so formal.” He paused. “I left you a message on Saturday, by the way. Did you get it?”

      Oh, crap. “Yes, I did. Sorry, I’m afraid I forgot, I’ve had a lot of…stuff, going on.” Twelve copies, she decided, that should do it.

      “Ah, yes. I’ve seen the tabloid stories about you and Mr. Gordon. That must be rather embarrassing.”

      She shrugged. “Well, it’s not true, so it doesn’t matter.”

      “So you’re not?” he asked, amused. “Having an affair with Rhys Gordon, I mean.”

      “No,” Natalie retorted, “I’m not.” She pressed the start button. “Look, I don’t mean to be rude, but I’ve a lot to do.”

      “Yes, I can see that.” He thrust his hands into his pockets. “Are you free for lunch? There’s something I’d like to discuss with you.”

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