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All Charles Mallory wants is a secretary who won't burst into tears at the first sign of troubleand who won't make the mistake of falling in love with him. Unfortunately, the good-looking tycoon does seem to have a strange effect on his female staff. He needs an assistant who's Mallory-proof!
and the temp!
His childhood friend Barbara seems perfect. Barbara knows him too well to ever make the mistake of falling for him. Only, working closely with Barbara is having a strange effect on Charles. Could it be that Charles is in danger of falling for the one secretary who's immune to his charms?
184 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 1999
'Anyway, it was only a casual arrangement with Julia. I didn’t realise I needed to clear cancelling with you or I’d have explained.’ His eyes were speculative again.
‘You say it was casual,’ Barbara protested. ‘As far as I can see, all that means is you felt you could change plans at the last moment. How do you know she looked at it that way?’
He shrugged. ‘Because it’s a game for grown-ups, darling. I know you don’t play it. You’ll just have to take my word for it that people who do know the rules.’
‘Which you make up as you go along,’ said Barbara. ‘What do they do—ask to be put on the mailing list for updates?’
'You’re still hiding behind the scenes, as if your work can’t stand on its own if people think you did it. You can’t do something interesting unless you can pretend it’s by someone people take seriously. You’re not twelve any more, Barbara.’ He shrugged. ‘Don’t you think it’s time you grew up?’
Charles watched, bemused, while his protégée ran rings around someone who’d apparently been head-hunted by one of the most competitive investment banks in the country.
‘Well, obviously it would be good to meet before you go to New York,’ said Barbara. She named a time and restaurant and hung up with a shrug.
‘You don’t mind, do you?’ she asked, glancing at Charles. ‘I know we were going to have dinner tomorrow night, but Peter’s off to New York in a few days and I thought I should strike while the iron is hot.’
‘Sure,’ said Charles. It made perfect sense; he just couldn’t remember any woman he’d ever known doing anything like it. Well, none of them had dreamed up a deal this size over the space of a morning. He waited for Barbara to suggest they meet the next night instead, the way any other woman would have if she’d cancelled a dinner date with him. The suggestion didn’t come.
‘I’m not just a secretary, I’m a shareholder,’ Barbara said pertly. ‘And there’s no rule against sleeping with shareholders. On the other hand, I am only a five per cent shareholder, and I do so much overtime I must be a hundred and fifty per cent secretary, so maybe we’d better not go all the way.’
Barbara frowned. She’d had a taste of interesting work for the first time, and this was a chance that wouldn’t come again. She should try to make the most of it. So what if Charles had lost interest? Couldn’t she come up with something herself? What she should do was look for some other deal. Maybe if she found some other deal that made millions he would stop wondering if he should start avoiding her... No, she told herself sternly. Charles was neither here nor there.