‘Well - Diana,’ Tina said sweetly, ‘this morning he excuse me - uh - wanted another round so he left the apartment a little late. He told me just to hold the fort, and ask you to take care of the firm today. He forgot about his appointment. It can happen, when two people are very much in love.’
Suddenly Diana felt a crunching pain in her temples.
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She thanked God Brad had magicked up this smart little Prada suit. She thought she could hardly bear it if she had to listen to this crap and not look her best.
Imagine Michael actually missing a business appointment for sex. Tina must be special. Maybe he really was in love with her.
She felt a stab of pain in her heart and nodded briskly to conceal it. OK, I’m not dumb, Diana thought. I have feelings for Michael. I could have loved him. But his attitude made it impossible. So really, I ought to be pleased he’s with someone else.
It’s just that I don’t approve of his choice, that’s all. She tried to examine Tina objectively. She was beautiful, slender … and young and idiotic. Despite herself the annoyance with Michael bubbled up. So that’s what he wanted, right? A woman who would never snap at him, never challenge him, never offer him any kind of rivalry? Michael wanted a low-rent version of the kind of wife…
The kind of wife I was to Ernie, a nasty little voice in her head added.
Diana flinched. She looked at Tina’s coltish beauty, and the thought of Michael’s strong, rough hands on her made her dizzy. Did he bend Tina’s slim body forwards and thrust that thick, insistent cock into her the way he had done with Diana? Did he wake up in the mornings and put his hands on the side of her head, pulling her down to him? Did he make Tina come to the office without panties, the way he had commanded Diana to do, so that she would be openand ready for him whenever he chose to take her?
Stop it.
‘That’s nice to hear that two are happy,’ she said.
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Diana took command of herself and made her tone as sincere as she could. ‘And what was it you wanted to talk to me about?’
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‘Well, that was it.’ The young girl looked a bit awkward.
‘I’m sorry, I don’t understand. What was it?’ Diana
asked coolly.
‘About Michael and me. I thought - I thought maybe you—’
She looked over at Diana, who sat stony-faced. Damn. Maybe she’d been wrong and Miss Verity didn’t have the hots for Michael. Maybe she didn’t care. Tina started to blush and stammer.
‘Maybe you felt it wasn’t right,’ she said lamely. Diana stood up. ‘I really don’t care what Michael does outside of office hours. He’s president and I’m director,’ she added, with subtle emphasis. ‘-We’re friends but we don’t really see each other socially. Our work lives don’t
leave any time.’
‘Uh, OK.’
Tina stood up again, all gangly legs and bright-blue eye shadow.
‘If you could bring me some coffee in my office that
would be wonderful,’ Diana said.
‘Are you seeing anybody?’ the American girl blurted
‘out. ‘Someone special, I mean?’
‘As a matter of fact, I am.’ Diana smiled confidently.
‘Brad Bailey, of Bailey Realty.’
Tina’s mouth rounded in awe. ‘Then those rumours in
the papers are true? You’re actually dating him?’
‘I wouldn’t know. I don’t read the tabloids,’ Diana said
icily. She levelled Tina with a look.
‘I’ll bring you that coffee right away,’ Tina muttered. Bitch, she thought, flouncing out. Always dressing so fancy and acting so calm. Like dating Brad Bailey was no big deal. Well, one day she would definitely get hers. Tina just hoped she was there to see it.
Michael arrived back in the office at five forty. It was
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already cold and dark out. A light flurry of snow was falling in Hell’s Kitchen, covering the sandwich wrappers and discarded Coke cans before almost instantly turning into grey slush. He felt little of the chill. He had spent the day on Wall Street in warm, air-conditioned offices, juggling figures which made him think he was dreaming.
They were falling over themselves to give him financing. Even with Diana running the publishing side, the bankers adored Imperial. Their reputation and sales increased month by month. And from the start, he had kept the overheads ruthlessly low.
He found he wanted nothing so much as to sit down with Diana and talk it all through.
He marched straight to her office and found Diana
handing Tina a sheaf of faxes.
‘Hi, Michael,’ she said.
‘Hi. What are you doing? Can you drop it?’ ‘Nothing Tina can’t handle,’ she said. ‘Why?’
‘I can do the rest of Diana’s faxes,’ Tina chimed in. ‘Good.’ He turned to her, absently. ‘I won’t be able to make the theatre tonight. We have to meet late. Oh, and Tina, it’s Ms Verity in the office, please.’
He crooked a finger and Diana meekly followed him
out.
‘You’ve been acting very strangely today,’ she said, as he held open the cab door for her.
Michael settled on the black leather seat with the standard-issue rip in it. ‘East Seventeenth at Irving Plaza. Feel like some sushi?’
‘Sounds good.’ Diana smiled at him. His mood was infectious. ‘Would it be asking to much to want to know where you’ve been, boss?’
Tll tell you everything over a bottle of sake. Maybe two.’
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They pulled up at Yama’s, a Gramercy favourite. It was early yet so they managed to skip the queues. Michael found a small table in the corner, ordered a large box with everything and two bottles of warm, clear rice wine.
He poured a thimbleful for Diana and gave it to her. ‘I’ve been downtown.’
‘Why does that not surprise me?’ Diana said, knocking back her drink.
‘After you left yesterday I was pretty mad.’ He held up one hand. ‘No, wait, OK. I know I owe you an apology. I acted like an idiot.’ Michael forced himself to add, ‘I’m sure Brad Bailey’s a great guy. I hope you’ll be happy with him.’
‘Like you are with Tina,’ Diana said softly.
‘Right.’
There was a moment’s awkward pause.
‘Anyway, I was stopped by Art Jankel. You know who he is?’
‘JanCorp Entertainment?’ Diana asked, leaning forwards on her bench. ‘The conglomerate? He runs them. They do toys and games and records.’
‘Right.’ Michael speared a yellowtail tuna roll with his chopsticks. ‘He’s a serious player. He asked me if it was true that we wanted financing. Then he took me off for a late-night dinner. We talked about Imperial, the profit margin, the website, the IPO… everything. Then he asks me to go have a meeting with Merrill Lynch, his investment bankers. They want .to invest in us. Give us office space and funding.’
‘That’s what you had with Ernie.’
‘I told him that. He said that he would pay the bill of any lawyer we cared to appoint. We can check and double-check. I also told him I would give JanCorp no more than a forty per cent stake. He agreed to this.’
‘What’s our funding?’ Diana asked, half holding her breath. Around her, the room seemed to freeze.
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Michael grinned. ‘Funding’s not a gift, but he’s looking to capitalise us in return for a forty per cent stake at three million dollars.’
They ate a delicious dinner and got quietly drunk. Diana alternated her sake with green tea, but it didn’t puncture her high much. At that price they would be able to commission good writers, good illustrators, good marketing men and a competent sales force. There would be no overheads, as a floor at JanCorp was part of the deal.
‘He said he’d watched how we grew this place from the ground up, and then rebuilt after the IPO thing,’ Michael told her, clicking his porcelain sake thimble against hers. ‘He thinks with some real money we can spread our
wings. And I agree with him.’
The too,’ Diana said.
‘Look.’ Michael stared across at her, his dark eyes warm. ‘We’ve wasted a lot of time in pointless sniping. We make an excellent team. We need to concentrate on that.’
‘I agree. You built something pretty amazing, and you gave me a chance to be part of it. I’m grateful for that,’ Diana half whispered. Tears were prickling in her eyes; she attributed it to the sake.
‘I’d like us to be friends,’ Michael said. ‘This will be hard work. We’ll be in. it together.’
‘Sure. We should spend some time together. If you
have an evening free from Tina.’ ‘For you, anytime,’ he said. Diana looked at his broad chest,’the thickness of his thighs spread over the bench, the hardness of his muscles sliding under the skin.
‘This is going to be great,’ she said.
And it would be. The question was, why did she want to cry so badly?
They talked for four hours. Diana watched Micha61
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blazing with excitement, scribbling his plans on the backs of napkins. She was amazed at how badly she wanted this to work. He promised her a rise in salary, even a small slice of the company. But what she wanted was a final opportunity to prove she could do it.
She would go from being a director of a Morn and Pop operation to a hotshot executive.
My God, Diana thought, catching herself. I’m actually thinking like a businesswoman. It was no longer about recovering her former status. Not even about showing up Felicity and Natasha. This time it was about who she had decided to be.
I love him for giving me this chance, Diana thought. Michael rolled up his sleeves suddenly. His forearm was tanned and covered with wiry black hair, his hand gripped the pen like it was a dagger. Diana gazed at his muscular upper arms, his biceps pushing out at the thick cotton of his shirt. Brad’s arms were skinny compared to Michael’s. He was much prettier, of course. His features were more even, his teeth straighter, his nose had never been busted up in a fight.
Diana felt her pussy mercilessly tighten and slick up.
‘The wave of desire for him was so intense she wanted to run to the bathroom and stroke herself, just for a little release. But she had decided to try to be friends. Blushing, she pushed herself up.
‘Could you run me home?’ she murmured.
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Diana flung herself into her work.
It wasn’t difficult to do. Expanding Imperial was harder than it looked, even for Michael. She hunted for new talent with a bigger budget; she had to meet headhunters, design salary packages, and reassure all their smaller buyers that the new company would look after them. But her work was as nothing compared to the eighteen-hour days Michael was putting in. Sometimes he slept in their chaotic new offices. It was the company’s big chance, and Michael wasn’t going to let it slip. He took her for breakfast, took her to lunch, sometimes to dinner, and told her his plans. She knew Brad resented the time she spent with him. But business, for Diana, came first.
‘You said you needed time to consider,’ Brad complained one night over dinner in Martha’s Vineyard. ‘When are you going to find the time, exactly? It’s Cicero this, Cicero that. I practically have to schedule an appointment with Ellen just to get in to see you.’
‘I know.’ Diana put her soft, manicured hand over his. She hadn’t been back to his bed since that drunken night. She told him she wanted to wait until marriage. She couldn’t quite make the jump, coul’dn’t quite commit. Daily she asked herself what was wrong with her. He was the absolute top prize on the New York dating scene since poor, doomed JFK Junior had married Carolyn Bessette. Diana attended operas, jetted off to gamble in Atlantic City, took ski breaks in Aspen; she knew Westchester Airport, where Brad’s father kept the family’
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jet, better than Grand Central Station. Claire and Elspeth cooed over each flesh triumph, each new paparazzi snap in the papers. They were hovering like friendly hawks, trying to find something that would motivate Brad to produce a ring. If they only knew he’d proposed months ago, Diana thought, I would never get a second’s peace.
‘It’s not for ever. It’s just while the merger gets off the ground.’
Art Jankel had allotted them the ninth floor of the JanCorp colossus on Sixth Avenue. Covered all the way up in polished black marble, the JanCorp building dominated midtown, it had fountains and a tree in the lobby itself. The driven, somewhat anal, JanCorp executives who rushed in and out in their three-thousand dollar suits, clutching their briefcases and notes, were shocked to pass the Imperial crew slouching into work at ten in Metallica Tshirts and baggy jeans.
‘It better not be for ever. Because I don’t have that long to wait,’ Brad said, giving her his full-wattage white
smile. ‘There are other candidates for your position.’ ‘Hundreds, I expect.’
‘It’s just that none of them have your style.’ Brad “sighed. ‘So tell me how next week’s looking. Can you
squeeze me in between power breakfasts?’
She tried. But mostly she kept breakfasts for Michael. Building up Imperial was becoming one of the most enjoyable experiences of her life. Funny, Diana thought, looking back, when she’d had such mean little pleasures always being the best dressed, first on the guest list, the girl with the coolest backstage pass and hottest Prada backpack - she had never known what real satisfaction felt like, what it meant to look down from her sky-high offices in a palette of forest green, cream and chocolate towards downtown and remember how she had cleaned an airless, cramped little apartment just to help grind out the rent. The ‘joy’ of snagging a rich husband could not
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be compared to the thrill she got from finding the right marketing guy, or a retired sales king who was so pumped up to get a second chance that at fifty-five he outworked every twenty-four-year-old in the industry.
‘You shouldn’t be surprised that you’re doing well,’ Michael told her one afternoon. They were standing outside Yankee Stadium, looking up at the giant bat dominating the forecourt. Michael was determined to get her to understand baseball. He bought her great seats just behind home plate and forced her to eat hot-dogs and down Coors Light; he loved the way she refused to dress down, even for a game. Every other chick in the place wore a sweatshirt and chinos, casual gear for a New York spring. But not Diana. Today she was in a long pink linen skirt with crisp pleats and a tiny shell top in rose cashmere with a matching cardigan. She was completely made up, of course, though she kept it light: clover on her cheeks, a light gloss on her lips, and a touch of bone-white eyeliner under soft beige shadow that made her look bright and alert. Not forgetting the breath of perfume, lily of the valley, he thought; and the string of real pearls around her neck. Her dark hair, sleek and glossy, fell gently just to her shoulders, flipping up at the end. ‘You have a great knack of putting things together. Putting the right people together is half of what business is.’