pissed me off more.”
“He just blusters.
However, I think she was serious.”
“I wasn’t sure. She
has to remember I can’t stand her and I’d be highly insulted at her trying to
make me her gigolo.”
“Wait…How do you know
my boss and Coco?”
“We all grew up in
Long Island society. It’s a small community.” He recaptured her hand. “I went
to the same academy with Trent and I’ve no clue why you’ve fallen for him.
However, when you come to your senses and need a new job, I want you to
consider working for me. You have a natural gift for this. I could start you
off with a mid-six figure salary.”
She choked at the
astronomical salary. “For teaching?”
He flicked his
eyebrows up and down. “That would kill my training margins. My main revenue
comes from doing what I teach: going into businesses and implementing changes.
That’s where your intuitive skills would pay off.”
Carrie couldn’t
believe his offer. “Shouldn’t you wait and see if I can turn Lancaster Chairs
around first?”
“Trent’s business is
a disaster, but you’ll do it—if you get rid of Coco. If not, she’ll poison the
water and steal all your energy. And believe me, she fights dirty.”
“And yet, you took up
her cause and tried to seduce me.”
He kissed her hand.
“Not for her, and if you wish to have sex with me, I assure you, no pictures
will exist. Trent’s email, telling me not to flirt with you set my mind to
seducing you. However, on the first day, you stole my heart. You’re exactly my
type: Bright and Beautiful with an extra ‘X factor’.”
His compliments,
accompanied by intense, hungry lion eyes, made her uncomfortable. She extracted
her hand. “Nothing happened,” she added, hoping he didn’t intend to say
otherwise to Trent.
His lips formed a
smile full of regret. “Your decision, not mine.”
She couldn’t disagree
there. Had he tried any harder, she would have had to call the police.
He reclaimed her hand
and pulled her closer. “Can I give you some advice?”
She nodded.
“Don’t marry Trent. I
can see how he might ask, but don’t do it.”
“Why?”
“Because you’ll be
forced to give up everything in life you love. The women of our echelons do not
work. Well…many of the matrons do charity work, but they won’t share their plum
with you. And while Trent might assure you otherwise, he’ll cave to the matrons
within a year, and you’ll be bored, miserable, and feeling inept because those
women won’t let you do a damn thing of value. You’ll be the white trash girl
who can’t even give a proper party.”
She’d stared at her
shoes so he couldn’t see the worry in her eyes. His words stung, but Carrie
feared them accurate. She recalled all too well the way Trent’s friend, Gary, had
made her feel on their first date and how Trent allowed it.
“You probably think
I’m saying this to scare you away from Trent, so I can have you. But I’m not. For
one, I’m married, but even if I were single, I’d never pull you into society,
no matter how intense our affair became. The matrons would attack you like piranhas,
stripping your pride and confidence away. But Trent thinks only of himself. So
he’ll ruin your life, realize he’s made a mistake, and divorce you. But you’ll
never return to the fabulous woman you are right now.”
“So you think I
should just have sex with him?”
Ian pushed back a
strand of hair from her face. “I think you should come to work here and have an
affair with me, but if you have no interest in me, then yes, have a fling with
your eyes wide open. Don’t invest too much of your heart, because it won’t
last. And keep it a secret as long as you can because once the society matrons
become aware of it, they’ll ensure it stops, and if you get hurt in the
process, they won’t care.”
Carrie glanced at her
watch. “I need to leave for the airport, but thank you for the advice and thank
you for all you’ve taught me.”
“Are
“He just blusters.
However, I think she was serious.”
“I wasn’t sure. She
has to remember I can’t stand her and I’d be highly insulted at her trying to
make me her gigolo.”
“Wait…How do you know
my boss and Coco?”
“We all grew up in
Long Island society. It’s a small community.” He recaptured her hand. “I went
to the same academy with Trent and I’ve no clue why you’ve fallen for him.
However, when you come to your senses and need a new job, I want you to
consider working for me. You have a natural gift for this. I could start you
off with a mid-six figure salary.”
She choked at the
astronomical salary. “For teaching?”
He flicked his
eyebrows up and down. “That would kill my training margins. My main revenue
comes from doing what I teach: going into businesses and implementing changes.
That’s where your intuitive skills would pay off.”
Carrie couldn’t
believe his offer. “Shouldn’t you wait and see if I can turn Lancaster Chairs
around first?”
“Trent’s business is
a disaster, but you’ll do it—if you get rid of Coco. If not, she’ll poison the
water and steal all your energy. And believe me, she fights dirty.”
“And yet, you took up
her cause and tried to seduce me.”
He kissed her hand.
“Not for her, and if you wish to have sex with me, I assure you, no pictures
will exist. Trent’s email, telling me not to flirt with you set my mind to
seducing you. However, on the first day, you stole my heart. You’re exactly my
type: Bright and Beautiful with an extra ‘X factor’.”
His compliments,
accompanied by intense, hungry lion eyes, made her uncomfortable. She extracted
her hand. “Nothing happened,” she added, hoping he didn’t intend to say
otherwise to Trent.
His lips formed a
smile full of regret. “Your decision, not mine.”
She couldn’t disagree
there. Had he tried any harder, she would have had to call the police.
He reclaimed her hand
and pulled her closer. “Can I give you some advice?”
She nodded.
“Don’t marry Trent. I
can see how he might ask, but don’t do it.”
“Why?”
“Because you’ll be
forced to give up everything in life you love. The women of our echelons do not
work. Well…many of the matrons do charity work, but they won’t share their plum
with you. And while Trent might assure you otherwise, he’ll cave to the matrons
within a year, and you’ll be bored, miserable, and feeling inept because those
women won’t let you do a damn thing of value. You’ll be the white trash girl
who can’t even give a proper party.”
She’d stared at her
shoes so he couldn’t see the worry in her eyes. His words stung, but Carrie
feared them accurate. She recalled all too well the way Trent’s friend, Gary, had
made her feel on their first date and how Trent allowed it.
“You probably think
I’m saying this to scare you away from Trent, so I can have you. But I’m not. For
one, I’m married, but even if I were single, I’d never pull you into society,
no matter how intense our affair became. The matrons would attack you like piranhas,
stripping your pride and confidence away. But Trent thinks only of himself. So
he’ll ruin your life, realize he’s made a mistake, and divorce you. But you’ll
never return to the fabulous woman you are right now.”
“So you think I
should just have sex with him?”
Ian pushed back a
strand of hair from her face. “I think you should come to work here and have an
affair with me, but if you have no interest in me, then yes, have a fling with
your eyes wide open. Don’t invest too much of your heart, because it won’t
last. And keep it a secret as long as you can because once the society matrons
become aware of it, they’ll ensure it stops, and if you get hurt in the
process, they won’t care.”
Carrie glanced at her
watch. “I need to leave for the airport, but thank you for the advice and thank
you for all you’ve taught me.”
“Are
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