that. No work. Period. And under no circumstances is he to leave the house. I want him resting, and when he’s not resting, I want him relaxing and that means no phone calls and no e-mail. In fact, no contact with the outside world whatsoever. I don’t want anything even remotely related to business anywhere near him. Got it?”
She nodded. “Yes, sir.”
“And work on improving his nutrition. His eating habits are worse than a nine-year-old’s.”
“Yes, sir. I’ll see that he eats properly balanced meals. What about his physical activity? Should I monitor that, too?”
The doctor glanced at Vince, then shook his head. “No. In fact, it would probably do him some good, considering he spends most of his time sitting on an airplane or behind a desk.”
“I’m sure I can think of something to keep him active.”
The doctor studied her a long moment as if judging her ability to carry out his orders. “All right,” he finally agreed, and headed out. “I’ll write up instructions and sign his release.”
As Sally watched the doctor disappear from sight, the enormity of the task she’d taken on sunk in. Panicking, she whipped her head around to level Vince with a threatening look. “Don’t you move so much as a muscle. I’ll be right back.”
Flinging back the curtain, she ran after the doctor. “Dr. O’Connor! Wait!”
He glanced over his shoulder, then stopped and turned, a smile tugging at one corner of his mouth. “Changed your mind already?”
She dragged in a breath, choosing her words carefully, knowing she might very well be putting her job on the line. “I’m a secretary, not a nurse. I’m not sure I’m qualified to take care of someone who’s had a heart attack. What if he should…” She swallowed hard, unable to voice her fears.
Chuckling, he shook his head. “Don’t worry. Vince isn’t going to die.” He lifted a brow and added, “Though you might consider killing him before the week’s over.”
“But he had a heart attack,” she said in frustration. “I’d think he’d need to stay in the hospital for at least a couple of days.”
“Under normal circumstances, I’d keep him overnight.” He shrugged. “But his attack was mild. More a warning, really. What he needs is rest and lots of it. Keeping him in the hospital, in Vince’s case, would actually do him more harm than good.”
Sally gave him a dubious look.
Chuckling, the doctor gave her shoulder a reassuring pat. “Trust me. He really is better off at home.”
And home is exactly where Sally took Vince.
Thanks to another shot of Dr. O’Connor’s wonder drug prior to leaving the hospital, he slept throughout the ride. Sally was grateful for the reprieve. It gave her time to get a grip on her anger with her boss for putting her in such an awkward position.
Heck, she didn’t want to spend the week at his house! Not with him in residence. He was hard enough to get along with when he was well. She couldn’t imagine what a forced convalescence would do to his already disagreeable personality.
She shot a scowl at the passenger seat where Vince slept, his head tipped back, his jaw slack, his lips parted. Spoiled brat, she thought resentfully. Using her job to coerce her into agreeing to act as his nursemaid. And if he thought he’d found himself a way to avoid following his doctor’s orders, he had a new think coming. She intended to see that he followed them to the letter. Before the week was over, he’d be begging Dr. O’Connor to admit him to the hospital.
She parked her car close to the front door and rounded the vehicle to help her patient out.
“Vince?” She gave his arm a none-too-gentle poke. “We’re home.”
He roused slightly. “Home?”
His slurred speech let her know the shot was still working.
“Yes, home.” She took his arm and gave it a tug. “Come on. I’ll help you inside.”
It seemed to take him forever to unfold his long legs from the interior of her compact car. Her one regret was that he was too sedated to be aware of his surroundings. He’d really hate knowing he’d ridden in a six-year-old economy car, when he was accustomed to tooling around in a sporty and luxurious Lexus SC.
Pleased that she’d reduced her boss to slumming, she helped him to his feet. When he staggered a step, she quickly moved beneath his arm and locked an arm around his waist.
“Don’t you dare fall,” she warned. “If you do, I’m leaving you where you land.”
He looked down at her, his mouth slanted in a lopsided grin. “Ah, come on, Sal. You wouldn’t leave me out here all by myself.”
“Don’t bet on it,” she muttered. Taking a firmer grip on his waist, she urged him into motion. “Now walk.”
She halted him at the door, pressed her thumb against the security monitor, marveling anew at the high-tech system, while waiting for it to recognize her print. When the green light beamed, she shoved open the door and maneuvered him over the threshold.
He veered in the direction of his home office.
“Oh, no, you don’t,” she said, and bulldozed him down the long hall that led to the master bedroom. Once inside, she pointed him toward the king size bed and gave him a shove. He fell like a ton of bricks across its top. She quickly flipped back the covers, pulled off his shoes and socks. She frowned at his shirt and slacks, thinking he’d rest more comfortably without them.
“So, suffer,” she grumbled. Cupping her hands at his heels, she lifted his legs and swung them onto the bed. Winded by the effort, she gave herself a moment to catch her breath, then reached to pull the covers over him.
She started to turn away, then stopped and leaned to place her face within inches of his. “Sleep well, Vince,” she whispered evilly. “When you wake up, you’re going to find yourself in hell.”
Two
While Vince slept, Sally got busy. Determined to see that her boss followed the doctor’s orders, she gathered every phone in the house, including his cell, and locked them, along with his laptop, in the trunk of her car. Using her own laptop to communicate with, she connected to the Internet site of the cable company that provided both his television and Internet service and had them temporarily disconnected—an easy feat, since her duties as his secretary gave her access to all his accounts and passwords. Next she visited the sites of the local newspaper and United States Postal Service and put a hold on his subscription and mail for the week.
Satisfied she’d done all she could to sever his ability to communicate with the outside world, she moved on to the kitchen. Since she frequently house-sat for Vince, she was fully aware of his fondness for junk food and wasted no time stuffing his nutrition-empty stash into garbage bags and hauling it all out to the street for the garbage collector to pick up. Thankfully she always brought her own groceries when she was required to stay at his house, and only hoped she had enough food left to feed them both, until she could make arrangements with the supermarket to have more delivered.
