the top, her eyes crossed at all the wherefortos, therefores and such. “Does everything look okay?”
“There are some phrases I’m asking them to alter, but other than that, everything is in order.”
Looking up, she met his gaze. “Have I told you lately how much I appreciate you?”
“Lily, you earned this. They came to us, remember?”
She shook her head. She’d been floundering in mediocre-ville before he’d arrived. Her only break had been two years ago, when an Oscar-nominated actress had broken the heel of her shoe just before walking down the red carpet and had grabbed the ones her assistant wore—a pair Lily had designed. An industry buzz had ensued, but one she hadn’t capitalized on until James arrived.
This year, he’d contacted the right people in L.A. and arranged for her to work with several Hollywood stylists to design dozens of shoes for entertainers attending the awards shows. Lily could hardly wait for the broadcasts to see which ones made the cut.
“I wouldn’t be here without you,” she said.
His lips tipped up on one side. “Well, I am the best…”
At the sight of his half smile, she blinked. James was so serious most of the time that it wasn’t until he actually brightened up that she realized how handsome he was. Not that he wasn’t attractive when he wasn’t smiling. He was. In a buttoned-up, conservative way.
Not her type, but then that was a good thing, since he’d made it very clear from the moment he’d come to work for her that their relationship was strictly business. Fine by her. She needed an assistant to keep her on schedule, to manage her contracts and business affairs, to work with her accountant on managing her money. Lovers she could find on her own.
Though mediocre-ville could probably also describe that area of her life at the moment. She either managed to find guys who wanted a passive, stay-at-home wife and a dozen kids, or one-night-stand louses.
“But only because of my long experience,” James finished. “You don’t need me as much as you think.”
“Oh, yes, I do.”
He gave her an odd look.
Before she could question him, though, a familiar voice echoed down the hall. “Hellooo…”
“She’s back.”
James’s eyes actually pleaded. “The messages?”
Lily rose and headed toward the door, enjoying the feel of the four-inch heels on her feet. Maybe she’d wear them on her date tonight. She did enjoy seeing a man goggle. “I’m going, I’m going.”
“I need to talk to you before you go out tonight.”
She stopped in the doorway. “What makes you think I’m going out? I could be staying in with a book and a soothing cup of tea.”
“Right. Even I’m going out tonight.”
“Out? Like a date?”
Raising his eyebrows, he leaned back in his chair. “I do have them occasionally.”
Lily recalled a brunette he’d brought to a cocktail party not long ago. The woman had been quiet and sweet—just the kind of date she’d expect James to choose. What was her name? Kate? Karly? Kelly. “Where are you and Kelly going?”
“I’m not going out with Kelly anymore. This is someone new.”
“Oh.” She waved. “Well, have fun.”
She headed down the hall and reached Garnet just as she was rounding the receptionist station.
“Look at the adorable bag I bought today.”
Despite her frustration, Lily had to smile. Garnet did have a great sense of fashion.
The bag looked just like a Chinese take-out carton, even down to the silver wire as a handle, except that the carton was covered in red-and-black satin. She took the bag, rubbing her fingers across the fabric. “It’s really great, Garnet, where—” She broke off as she recognized the small tag sewn on the bottom. “This is a Fabian LaRoche.”
Garnet took the bag back and danced around in a circle. “I know. Isn’t it the cutest!”
“This is a five-hundred-dollar bag. You don’t make that in a week.”
Garnet waved her hand and set the purse on her desk, admiring it like some people would a priceless artifact. “I put it on my AmEx. Daddy gets that bill.”
Lily opened her mouth automatically to advise her employee that she should take some responsibility for her own finances, but then remembered Garnet didn’t work for money. This was just her way of placating her father until she turned twenty-five and could get full control of her trust fund.
Raised in a strictly middle-class household, Lily wanted to pooh-pooh the excess. But this was the world she now lived in. She smiled. Ah, the sacrifices of living in the Big Apple.
Deciding a change of subject was in order, Lily leaned against Garnet’s desk. “We need to talk about phone messages.”
Garnet rolled her eyes. “Again?”
“James is having trouble getting accurate ones.”
“It’s not my fault! It’s that computer.” Garnet pointed to the screen beside her on the desk. Lowering her voice, she added, “It makes weird noises sometimes, and then I get this yellow exclamation-point thing and an error message.” She shuddered.
Lily shared her shudder. She’d seen that message. She glanced at the screen, which currently had a cartoon graphic of a pair of red stiletto pumps dancing across it—a creation by her friend and computer consultant, Gwen. And though she and Gwen could bond most any night over a favorite chardonnay, martini, movie or slice of gossip, she most certainly did not share her interest in technology.
“Hmm,” she said, trying to seem competent instead of intimidated. “That doesn’t sound good. I think James would prefer his messages e-mailed to him, or the caller transferred to his voice mail, if they’re agreeable. He’s not thrilled with pink message slips with little hearts drawn all over them.”
Garnet folded a piece of gum into her mouth. “He could stand to lighten up, you know.”
“I know. But he runs the office.”
“But you’re the boss, right? I mean, I like James and all.” She smacked her gum. “But women should stick together, don’t you think? I mean, you should understand that—you’re a total feminist, so—Hey, cool shoes!” She bent low so she could get a better look at the yellow stilettos. “Wow, these are great! What are you calling them?”
“Misty.”
“Tight. When do they hit the stores?”
“Any day now—along with the rest of the spring collection. This is the very first pair out of production.”
Garnet
