enough trouble already—arriving a week later than scheduled so she could attend her brother’s wedding in New York. Alexander James, her new boss, hadn’t been too happy about her requested delay, and she prayed he wouldn’t hold it against her.
Nicole halted in front of a six-story stone building that housed Alexander’s Fashion House. She stood outside for a few seconds smiling at the edifice before opening the glass door and walking inside. Opulent surroundings greeted her—black-and-white marble floors, tapestry chairs and expensive artwork. Everything about Alexander’s screamed class.
She approached the security booth, and after receiving her badge was directed to the sixth floor. Upon exiting the elevator, Nicole checked in with the receptionist, who showed her to Alexander James’s office. She paused long enough to take several calming breaths before rapping lightly on the closed wooden door and plastering a smile on her face. Then she opened the door and went inside.
The first thing she noticed was how large and spacious the office was. With its heavy wood-and-leather furniture, it had definitely been decorated for a man by a man. The hardwood floor shone. Huge windows occupied the entire back wall, allowing a multitude of light to stream in and soften the dark decor.
The second thing she noticed was the imposing man rising from behind a massive mahogany desk as she entered. He had to be over six feet—definitely the master of his domain. Alexander James’s photos didn’t begin to do him justice.
He was dressed casually in a navy blazer, white shirt, no tie and navy slacks. He wore his dark brown hair slightly long and curly. His skin tone was much lighter than hers; the café-au-lait complexion reflected his heritage, his mother being European and his father African-American. It was his hazel eyes flecked with gold that really drew Nicole in—even though at the moment they were dancing with displeasure and directed squarely at her.
“Welcome to Paris, Miss Carter.” Alexander’s deep voice caressed her skin, and prickles shot up her arm as he briefly clasped her small hand in his large one.
“Thank you.” She sat in the seat he motioned to in front of his desk, and he resumed his seat behind it.
“Did you have a nice flight?”
“Yes.” She crossed her legs, resting her hands in her lap. “Thank you for asking.”
“Is your hotel satisfactory?”
“It’s beautiful,” she assured. Calling her temporary home, the art deco–inspired Lutetia, a hotel seemed insulting.
“Good.” He nodded. “You should be comfortable there until you can find more permanent quarters.”
“I plan to look for something this weekend.”
“I expected you to have a place lined up before arriving.”
“I meant to, but...” Her voice trailed off.
“But time got away from you.”
Her shoulders stiffened at his slightly accusatory tone. She met his cool gaze with one of her own. So this was the way it was going to be? She sighed inwardly.
“Life happens, Mr. James,” she tightly informed him.
“Prudent planning is worth its weight in gold, Miss Carter.” He folded his arms across his broad chest. “Wouldn’t you agree?”
“Whenever possible.” She silently counted to ten and reminded herself he was her new boss, and she wanted this job.
* * *
Alexander remained silent while his eyes studied her from head to toe. She reminded him of a porcelain doll. Her shapely figure was accentuated by her crisp and professional black pantsuit. Her short tapered hairstyle perfectly framed her heart-shaped face, and her deep brown eyes were very expressive—at the moment, tinged with frustration. She was a beautiful woman, a fact he was angry at himself for noticing. She was his employee; she was here to work, and work she would!
“We’re having an in-house spring show at the end of next month and then a big yearly show at the end of August.” He sat back in his plush leather chair and tapped his desktop with his fingers. “You’re already a week behind.”
“You’ll find I’m not afraid of hard work, Mr. James,” she promised.
“For your sake I hope not.” He smiled without humor. “You have a lot of catching up to do.”
“For goodness’ sake, I’m only a week late—not a month,” she snapped.
“A lot of work can be lost in a week,” he informed tightly. “I don’t like wasting time.”
“Neither do I, Mr. James.”
“Really?” He raised a skeptical eyebrow. “Actions speak louder than words, Miss Carter. I hope I didn’t make a mistake hiring you.”
She visibly bristled at his insinuation. “You didn’t.”
“Time will tell.” He wasn’t at all convinced. “I’m going to start you on the Bettina line. I trust you had time to familiarize yourself with the information packet I sent you.”
“Yes, I did,” she assured him. “Bettina is your casual and affordable chic line catering to the twenty to twenty-five age range.”
When he showed no signs of being impressed with her answer, she snapped open her portfolio and handed him five sketches.
“What are these?”
“Sketches I took the liberty of preparing while I kept you waiting.” Her voice was tinged with sarcasm, prompting him to raise one of his eyebrows.
Without a word, he flipped from one sketch to the next, purposefully keeping his expression unreadable. They were good, very good, but he wouldn’t give her the satisfaction of knowing that yet. He needed to see what she was made of—find out if she possessed the dedication and stamina to handle the demands he would place on her.
He wasn’t running a nursery, and he had no intention of coddling her or any of his employees. Her actions made him question his choosing her for the coveted position with his company, and he didn’t like second-guessing himself. She’d cut it or she’d be out on the door before she could blink her pretty brown eyes. After a cursory exploration of the designs, he placed them on his desk and stared at her silently.
“Well?” She bristled under his cool scrutiny.
“It’s nice to know you gave some thought to work while we waited for you to show up.”
“What do you think of them?” She seemed to be fighting the urge to scream in frustration.
“They’re adequate.” He shrugged. “They could have been passable had you been here on time.”
He almost smiled when her eyes darkened angrily. “Mr. James, how many times...”
“I hope you had a nice time while you kept us waiting, Miss Carter, because I’m going to work you until you drop,” he darkly promised, interrupting her tirade before it could begin.
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