Chapter 9
“Is this necessary?” I get off the stool, relieved at being released, feeling like a full-size Barbie doll.
“Yes, I’m afraid so … Jake’s image is important; the Carrero name envisions luxury and wealth. If
you’re to attend events with him you need to represent the same image, my dear.” She smiles at me
with a note of sympathy. “Jake knows asking his staff to spend thousands of their hard-earned pay on
an image is ridiculous, so just enjoy the perk.” She tries to appease my doubts as I try to calm my
internal bristle and urge to refuse.
“I don’t like other people choosing what I wear.” I like to be in control of every detail of my life. It’s how I
function. How I keep calm.
“Hush now. Donna is the one who helped me discover my inner goddess and made me look like this.”
She twirls like a teenage girl. She’s wearing a fitted ck suit today, molded, knee-length skirt and low
buttoned jacket over a silky, silver camisole top, and perched on high ck stilettos. Her blonde hair is
a wless French twist. She looks amazing.
“Really?” I am slightly appeased. She’s the picture of sophistication and control that I aspire to achieve;
maybe Donna won’t be so bad after all.
“Oh yes. I was hopeless with my style when I started here. Fifteen years on and here I am.” She beams
at me.
“Fifteen years?” the shock is obvious in my tone. That would mean she worked here before Jake was
even old enough to help run an empire. He would have been thirteen!
“Yes, I used to be Carrero senior’s assistant.” She’s now clearing up the papers left askew by Donna
on my desk.
“What’s he like?” I’ve always been intrigued by the older man and meeting himst year quelled none
of the interest. He seemed to be a force to be reckoned with. Terrifying and cold.
“Like someone you never want to willingly meet.” The deep familiar smooth voice is so unexpected and
close, I jump and spin around to see Jake striding in the door casually. The flutters in my stomach
come back full force, reminding me I’m still standing in the middle of the room and I move to my desk
and sit down. Instant nerves returning.
He’s wearing designer jeans in a soft, washed-out color, a white T-shirt with a graffiti print logo that is
slightly too neat on that body, a modern leather jacket, and his trademark shades. He doesn’t look like
a guy who’sing to the office for the day. I’m not sure I’m impressed, despite how much it suits him,
bad boy biker style. It’s not exactly professional.
“Mr. Carrero … I mean—Jake … Good morning.” Controlled Emma is back in y, despite the hair
tickling my face and the breathlessness at his appearance and attire.
“You look really nice today, Emma.” He smiles, allowing his gaze to travel over me from head to foot
with a look of appreciation even behind shades. It makes me ufortable yet still my face flushes
with telltale heat.
Traitorous body!
“And you, Margo.” He turns his head toward her and it almost seems like an afterthought, but she
smiles.
“Don’t I always?” she smirks and throws him a wink.
“Of course.” He grins at her and lifts his shades to the top of his head to nestle in his hair. I try to ignore
the slight flip low in my stomach, hate that I react to him this way and quash it, looking anywhere but at
him.
He probably practices every sexy move and mannerism he has in the mirror a dozen times a night for
ultimate appeal!
“What’s with the outfit?” she enquires, looking him up and down questioningly. “Even for you that’s
rather casual for work.”
“All work and no y, makes for a very sad boy.” He grins back at her. Annoyingly confident in this
attire.
“Touch of espionage today, Margo, Bambino.” His term makes me cringe.
Baby? Really? Is this a hint of Casanova Carrero peeking out?
I look down to my desk to hide the revulsion I know fleets across my face.
“Do you need me toe with you?” she looks him over intrigued andpletely un-phased by his pet
name.
“I actually need Emma, if she’s up to it?” he turns, throwing me one of the heart aching “Yes, I know I’m
sexy” smiles, but I don’t react. I’ve seen this smile in action when I researched him, and it does little for
me.
Liar.
“I’m up to whatever task you ask of me,” I respond drily.
Within reason!
The Lothario smile is making me uneasy.
“Intriguing.” Margo frowns at him, still trying to work out what he is up to. “Is this the Daniel Hunter
meeting? I thought we scheduled it for next week?” They’re both standing at my desk, a little too
closely for me to ignore, so I keep my eyes on the screen in front of me instead and try to appear busy.
Opening today’s schedule.
Content ? N?velDrama.Org.
“We decided to do it this morning … He’s free for a couple of days. Next week he’s flying to Paris.”
She nods, understanding what he’s talking about; I’m not yet privy to the inner office secrets between
them, which happen frequently.
“My office, Emma, please.” He walks away, and I can only follow without question. I slide up and match
his purposeful stride, even in heels. He waits until Margo and I’ve followed him in and closes the door
behind us; she goes straight to hisptop pulling it across the table to ess, leans over the desk
pulling up files as he turns to me.
“Do you have anything less … PA … to wear here?”
I falter and my entire face warms as he looks at me with a smile. A raised brow in question.
What now?
“Emma, yes, dear. You’ll be apanying Jake today, but you need to look like a date rather than an
assistant.” Margo crosses to the printer to retrieve the files she’s printed off.
I pause and muster all my willpower to keep my lungs moving in and out. Suddenlypressed with
weight and unable to breathe normally.
Again … What?
I don’t even know how to respond to that.
“You are going to be his number two today … everyone knows I’m his PA, whereas, you my dear, are
new blood.” She smiles encouragingly, but it does nothing to my inner concerns. Panic raising its ugly
head in the depths.
“We’re up to no good.” He smiles at me in a disarming way as I try to gauge his expression and hers,
not convinced they’re being serious. Trying to remember how to inhale.
“No, I don’t have any other clothes here,” I answer quietly, the irritation rising within me.
“Maybe we can stop at your apartment and let you change?” Jake’s looking at me closely now and I
frown in confusion. Hands cold yet somehow getting mmy.
Why would I?
“Change?” I say icily. My stomach dropping at speed.
“Yeah.” He stands and walks toward me, eyeing me up as though trying to picture me in less formal
clothes. Pushes his hands into his jean’s pockets, which only further emphasizes his muscr body
andck of formality. It’s distracting.
“Something more casual.” He chews his bottom lip while thinking and staring, a lot of staring. I nce
down at my tailored cream trousers and spiked heels. I look exactly as I should.
“What? Like jeans?” I try to control the edgy tone in my voice this time. Sarcasm oozing heavily.
“I was thinking more … feminine … a dress.” The humor in his voice grates on me, I thought I was
done being Barbie already. This obviously is funny to him.
Why does my being in a dress amuse him? Am I that un-feminine?
“If that’s required, then yes. I have ess to dresses.” Sarah has a closet full of them. The kind of
romantic clothes I avoid like the gue.
“We’ll go there first then … I need this meeting to look more of a breakfast date between friends.” He
straightens up, pulling his hands free and crosses them across his wide chest instead. Still glued to my
figure and boldly looking me over.
“Am I to be enlightened on my role in this?” I ask stiffly. I didn’t think I would be subjected to dress up. I
try and outstare him, but he ignores it.
“I’m meeting with Daniel Hunter … He’s a yer in his family business.” He keeps his voice low,
despite being closed in his own office. “I’ll not say why until we work out a few particrs but thanks to
his very public break up, the media is all over his ass and he can’t shake them to meet in private.”
“You’re his fake date! Daniel will have a girl with him too, so it will appear as though four friends are
having breakfast at the Waldorf.” Margo cuts in. “You’ll need to take notes and get acquainted with the
particrs of the proposed merger, Emma; this is your first big responsibility. I’m taking a back seat on
this.”