The Bachelor's Stand-In Wife. Susan Crosby

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СКАЧАТЬ Ten years’ experience as a domestic, seven in clerical jobs. He speculated on her age—midthirties to forty, maybe? There were too many questions he wasn’t allowed to ask legally, tying his hands, leaving him only intuition and guesswork about her age. He was twenty-nine. It was critical that she be older than him.

      “Hello. I’m Valerie Sinclair,” came a quiet but level voice.

      He looked up. The woman was either extraordinarily well preserved or had lied about her work experience. She didn’t look a day over twenty-five. She wore a dress and jacket that was way too formal and warm for a hot August day in Sacramento, as if trying to look older. And her hair, a rich, shiny color, like chestnuts, was bundled up in some kind of bun or whatever that style was called, but couldn’t take away from her young age. Her eyes were hazel and direct. No rings on her slender fingers; her nails were short, clean and unpolished.

      “I’m David Falcon. Please, have a seat,” he said, wondering how she’d passed At Your Service’s background check. She had to have lied—

      To hell with the law, he decided. If she could lie about her work experience, he could ask the questions he wanted to. “How old are you, Ms. Sinclair?”

      She stiffened. “I’m twenty-six.”

      “How is it you have seventeen years of work experience? You started working when you were nine?”

      “Eight, actually. Not legally, of course, but my mother has been housekeeper for a family in Palm Springs since I was five. I was put to work early.”

      “Doing what?”

      “In the beginning, dusting and sweeping. New responsibilities were added as I could handle them.”

      “Your mother allowed you to be used like that?”

      “Used?” She smiled slightly. “Didn’t you do chores as a child? The family wasn’t in residence full-time. We lived on-site. It was my home.”

      David didn’t know what to think. On the one hand it seemed that child labor laws were violated. On the other, her point was well taken—to a point. “Did you receive a salary?”

      “An allowance from my mother, which increased as my responsibilities did. I don’t think it’s worth a lot of discussion, Mr. Falcon. My understanding is that you’re looking for someone to run your household and also be your administrative assistant. I listed the domestic work so that you would know I had a lot of experience in that field.”

      David studied her. She was…soothing, he decided. Her feathers didn’t ruffle easily.

      “May I ask the nature of your business?” she asked.

      “My brother and I own Falcon Motorcars.”

      “I’ve never heard of that make.”

      “They’re custom-made. Our clients aren’t the average car buyers, so we don’t need to advertise. Most buyers are European, which is why I’ve been out of the country more than I’ve been home the past few years. Which is also why I’m looking for someone to take charge of things here, personally and professionally.”

      “Denise said you want a live-in.”

      A wife without the sex was what he wanted. Someone experienced, efficient and of a certain age. “That’s a requirement. Is that a problem?”

      “Not at all.”

      “Given the time difference between California and the continent, you might be awakened during the night to take care of business for me, or work until midnight, or get up at four.”

      “I can do that.”

      “How are your computer skills?”

      “Denise tested me on five different programs. I assume the results are in my folder.”

      He found the report and read it, letting her wait, testing her patience. She didn’t fidget. “Why did you leave your last job?”

      “Sexual harassment.” She said it as easily as she might have said she’d gone to the grocery store.

      He flattened his hands on top of the folder. “Did you file suit?”

      Again that slight smile touched her lips. “I was accused of sexual harassment.”

      David looked her over once more. Was that the reason for the buttoned-up outfit she wore? Beneath it was a slender, attractive body, he could tell. And maybe with her hair down and some makeup on, she would look sexy. She didn’t want to look sexy? “Were you guilty?”

      “Quite the opposite.”

      He let that information sink in. “He was harassing you?”

      She nodded once, sharply, the only outward indication of how much the situation bothered her.

      “Why didn’t you report him?”

      “I did. That’s when he turned it around to me instead. Look, it’s dead and buried for me.”

      “Is it? I would imagine it’s followed you and made it difficult to find a job,” he said, knowing how such things worked.

      She hesitated, then gave a taut smile.

      Pride. He understood it all too well. “Let me share my recent experiences,” he said. “My last housekeeper stole from me. My last four administrative assistants left because of pregnancy or child-care-related issues, each of them at just about the time they were fully trained. Frankly, I’d pretty much decided this time around to hire a woman beyond childbearing age. You don’t fit that qualification.”

      Her stark disappointment flashed, but he couldn’t let that interfere with his decision-making process. “As much as I’d like to hire you—”

      His cell phone rang. He would’ve ignored it, except it was his brother Noah, the only caller David couldn’t ignore. “Excuse me a moment,” he said, then left the room.

      Valerie waited for David Falcon to shut the door before she closed her eyes. As much as I’d like to hire you. His mind was apparently made up. Her hands shook; her mouth went dry. She was at the end of her already short rope. If she didn’t get this job she didn’t know what she was going to do. She’d used every penny of her meager savings. Her credit card was maxed out. How could she convince him to hire her?

      She was this close to being homeless, although a homeless shelter might be better than the apartment complex where she lived, in a part of town where drive-by shootings weren’t uncommon. This job would mean a steady income and a safe place to live. For her and—

      “Sorry about that,” David said, returning. “As I started to say, as much as I’d like to hire you, given your job skills, I’m hesitant. I would need your assurance that you won’t be taking off to get married anytime soon. I need to know you’re not pregnant or intending to get pregnant anytime soon. I would be hiring you to take care of me—my house and my business—not a baby.”

      Valerie clenched her hands. She still had a chance. Say the right thing. Say the right СКАЧАТЬ