“Problem?”
Fawna had been with me too long to be thrown by the curt tone.
“Not at all.” She gave me a serene smile and asked, “Would you like me to send a personal invitation for Ms. Dudeck? I’m sure she’d love to…mystify you personally at the ball, Dominic.”
I snarled at her and then shifted my glare to Aleena. When all she did was give me an inquiring smile, I jabbed a finger at her. I was pissed off and being an asshole and I didn’t care. I was fed up with the frustration of wanting her. Fed up with there being nothing I could do about it. I could only imagine kissing that unseen smirk off her face and leaving her panting and aching—as desperate for me as I was becoming for her.
No. No…I don’t do this
.
“You’ll have to do better than that, Ms. Davison,” I said, biting each word off. “If you can’t sit with an event planner and act more professionally than that, then this isn’t going to work out.”
Her lashes fluttered.
I braced myself, waiting for the snap of her temper—I’d come to appreciate it, even found it amusing, and sometimes, a welcome change.
But what I saw was a flash of shock. Her nostrils flared slightly and a flush of color appeared on her cheeks.
“I apologize, Mr. Snow.”
Her phone rang. “Turn that damn thing off,” I barked.
“Dominic!” Fawna snapped at me.
“I’m tired of that damn thing ringing when I’m trying to have a conversation.”
Aleena backed away. “I’ll take care of the call, if that’s acceptable, sir.”
She inclined her head and turned, walking quickly away. As the door closed behind her, Fawna rounded on me. “What is the matter with you?”
“I…” Snapping my jaw shut, I realized I had no answer.
The door opened and Aleena stood there. “Mr. Snow, it’s your mother. Are you available?”
Well,
fuck
.
I held out a hand, looking at Aleena’s face, but she had her head slightly bowed, her eyes downcast. “I’ll wait out in my office,” she said quietly as she turned the phone over.
Helpless, I lifted the phone to my ear. Closing my eyes, I said, “Hi, Mom.”
“What’s this I hear about a party, darling?”
Skipping the small talk, are we, Mom?
“It’s not a party, Mom,” I said with a sigh. “It’s for
Trouver L’Amour
. For clients.”
“But they’re clients from our social circle, darling. People who know me and respect me.”
I wasn’t so sure about that last part.
Respect
wasn’t really all that big in our inner circle. People respected money, and they respected power. But respecting the person? That wasn’t something we saw much of.
More and more, that was bothering me. I found my eyes straying to the closed door between Aleena and me.
“You’re welcome to come, Mom.” I knew that was only part of what she wanted, but if I gave in to this right away, I was hoping it’d move things along a bit faster. “I just didn’t think you’d want to spend your Valentine’s Day mingling with people during a match-making soiree.”
“And where else would I spend it?”
Now we were getting closer to it. “Aren’t you going to spend it with Richard?” I named the latest in a long list of ‘companions’ my mother had had since the divorce. The last two had gone to school with me at one point or another.
“Richard,” she scoffed. “I dumped him ages ago. He was only after my money.”
Translation: he found someone just as rich, but younger.
“I’m sorry to hear that, Mom,” I said softly.
“Well, water under the bridge, as they say,” she said, her voice taking on a tragic, noble air.
That was my mother. Even as I thought it, guilt stabbed at me. I hadn’t had a good relationship with her for…well. Maybe I’d never had one. Even after my life had gone to shit in my teens, things hadn’t gone well for us. I hadn’t been the sweet little delight she’d hoped for—not that she’d ever told me that to my face, but I knew I’d been more trouble than she’d planned on when she adopted me.
At least she did love me, though.
My dad…? Once it became clear how very scarred and ruined and broken I was, how damaged I’d probably always be, he’d decided then and there to wash his hands of me.
I thought of the woman on the other end of the phone.
Of us.
Clearing my throat, I said softly, “I’d love for you to come to the party, Mom.”
Things hadn’t always been easy, but she’d been there, even if she hadn’t known what to do or what to say after. She’d been there.
Dad had just walked away.
“Thank you,” she said, sounding mildly surprised.
“Okay.” Feeling awkward now, I looked around my office and immediately wished I hadn’t. Fawna stood exactly where she had been and her gaze was sheer fire. “Ah…okay, I need to get back to work. More things to wrap up for the party.”
“Very well. I’ll see you Saturday. Oh…I heard that Penelope Rittenour will be attending. I’m sure she’d love to have some time with you, Dominic. She so enjoys your company.”
I reminded myself that this was neither the time nor the place to go back to that discussion. “All right, Mom. I’ll send out an official invitation in today’s mail, and I’ll see you on Saturday.”
“Lovely, darling,” she chirped. “Till then.”
Dropping Aleena’s phone onto my desk, I braced my hands on the surface.
Fawna said nothing.
“Get it out,” I said, staring at the neatly stacked and labeled folders. They bore Aleena’s handwriting now, not Fawna’s. She was taking to this job too easily, too quickly. It would have been better, I decided, if she’d just sucked at it.
“Get what out?” Fawna asked sweetly. “Tell you that you’re being an ass? Oh, I don’t think I need to mention that, dear. You already know.”
I shot her a dark look and then snatched up the phone.
I opened the door, an apology already forming on my tongue. Apologies were like medicine, I’d always tried to tell myself. Best to get them over and done with.
But Aleena was on the phone on her desk, busily writing.
“Yes…yes.” She glanced up at me and then away. “I understand. I’ll be sure to give him the message, Ms. Rittenour.”
A moment later, she disconnected and then tore off the notepad. It bore the Winter Corporation logo and beneath it was Penelope’s name and phone number. She also gave me two more pieces of paper. “You had three calls, Mr. Snow.”
“Fuck them,” I said, grabbing the notes and wadding them up. “Let’s go out to lunch. Want to try Bouley’s?”
“I’m already eating.” She gestured at a small bar on her desk. “And I’m afraid neither of us will have time for much. One of the numbers you just threw away was Ms. Dudeck’s. She called. There’s been an emergency with the band. The lead singer woke up this morning with no voice. He has severe laryngitis and will be unable to perform.”
The apology I’d been trying to drag back up my throat died as I processed her words.
“You…” I fisted a hand in my hair and tugged. “Please tell me you’re saying this just to get back at me for being an asshole.”
“Of course not, sir. I’m simply passing on your messages as you hired me to do.”
“Aleena!” I wanted to grab her now, grab her and shake.
“Yes, Mr. Snow?”
“Dominic!” I snapped.
“I’m more comfortable calling you, Mr. Snow.” She turned back to her computer. “Ms. Dudeck is sending me a list of possible bands. We’re splitting it up. I should get to work making calls.”
Chapter 4
Aleena
Valentine’s Day was cold, bitterly cold.
I shivered as I cracked the door and glanced outside and then down at my dress.
Fawna and I had butted heads more than once during our shopping excursion last month and most of it had been over the formal dresses, but I had to admit, she’d been right.
Lately, I was coming to realize there was little of which Fawna
wasn’t
right.
Now, I wished she would have decided I needed some sort of formal overcoat or cloak and…penguin suit? Just what did a woman wear outside when it was freezing?
The wind was going to tear me to pieces. But I’d just have to suck it up. Easing the door shut, I hurried into the bedroom and checked my appearance one last time.
I’d been both dreading and anticipating this day. Now that it was here, I thought the dread was about to overtake me and I’d end up on my knees, puking my guts up.
Today wasn’t just Valentine’s Day and it wasn’t just kicking off the opening of Dominic’s match-making service.
Fawna’s last day had been yesterday and I was now, officially, Dominic Snow’s personal assistant. And officially, the two of us weren’t really talking.
Okay, there wasn’t really anything
official
about it, but things had been tense between us for the past week and a half, ever since that mess with the party planner. Fawna had told me that the original party planner had sort of fallen through—as in ended up in rehab. It was being kept quiet, but while Dominic had thought he could handle it on his own, Fawna had squashed that idea.
The man has no idea what goes into planning a party of this magnitude. If he ever attempts to have you organize anything for more than fifteen people, put your foot down and say no. Get a party planner. I always did and if you’re firm, he’ll do it.
I would definitely be firm.
I’d had enough headaches just throwing birthday parties back at my dad’s old restaurant for groups of ten or twenty. People really don’t get how much work goes into that sort of thing—it’s a job in and of itself. I didn’t need another one on top of…well, Fawna had called herself Dominic’s babysitter and I was starting to understand why.
Not that I’d be dealing with Dominic much tonight. I’d be helping the household manager, Janice, while she stayed on top of the staff, and attending to a million other little things.
Dominic was simply here to shine.
But I still got to go to the ball.
Amused with myself, I studied my reflection.
One thing about my heritage, it had gifted me with excellent features. I might have hated them growing up, but I’d come to accept the light brown skin and the gold-streaked brown curls as I’d gotten older.
I’d selected a red dress—why not? It was Valentine’s Day, after all. It was a deep, seductive red, but the cut itself was almost conservative, ankle length with a slit up one side that went to just above my knee. It had cap sleeves and a modest neckline, although it still managed to make the most of my assets. The necklace I’d received from my grandmother hung around my neck, resting between my breasts.
I smoothed my hand down the skirt once more, smiling a little at the sight of my white opera gloves glowing against the red silk of the skirt.
“Okay, Cinderella,” I murmured. “It’s time to go.”
I wasn’t going to find Prince Charming tonight—and probably not any other night—but wasn’t half the fun of it just going to the ball?
I left my bedroom, turning off the lights as I went. I hadn’t quite made it to the door when I heard the knock. Frowning, I hurried to the door and checked the peephole, looking out to see Dominic waiting on the porch.
He was facing away, but I’d know him anywhere. Those golden curls, the set of his shoulders…
I opened the door. “Dom…” I corrected myself. “Mr. Snow.”
A muscle pulsed in his jaw. “May I come in?”
I hovered there. I didn’t really want him in my space. “Is everything okay? I was just leaving. I have to grab my bag—it has my phone. If I need to take care of something—”
“Damn it, Aleena, let me in,” he said, pushing past me.
The cold wind sliced into me and I closed the door, shivering as goosebumps broke out over my arms.
Turning to face him, I readied myself for whatever had gone wrong, but he had moved deeper into the house. I found him standing in front of the cold fireplace, staring down into it.
“I need to apologize to you.”
Stiffening, I turned away. My little purse, just big enough for my phone, lay on the counter. “Hardly necessary, Mr. Snow. You were right to criticize me as you felt my performance was lacking. Now, we really should be going—”
The rest of the words froze in my throat, then faded, as he brought his hands down on my shoulders. “Stop, Aleena. And for fuck’s sake, stop calling me, Mr. Snow.”
“Yes, sir.” Then I squeezed my eyes shut.
Yes, sir…fuck me, sir
…
Immediately, images of what I’d seen—Dominic bringing the flat of his hand down on Maya’s ass, Dominic driving his cock into her waiting body. Y
es, sir…fuck me, sir…
“Aleena…” My name sounded terribly loud on his lips.
I pulled away from him. Needing room, I strode into the kitchen and pulled down a glass from the counter. After filling it with water, I took a slow, careful sip. “Mr. Snow—” I began.
“Dominic!”
I slammed the glass down with so much force, it was a wonder it didn’t break.
“I’m your employee!” I said quietly, forcing myself not to snarl. “I’m not your slave, your toy, a thing, or an idiot. And for the record, this
is
my home—while I’m in your employ. It’s
my
legal residence, which means you don’t get to come barging in. I’d appreciate some modicum of respect.”
He went to say something and I jerked up my hand, cutting him off. “Please, let me finish. I realize I’m only your employee, but surely even employees are worth that much courtesy.”
“Surely.” His tone was remote, the angle of his head austere.
It was enough to send a shiver down my spine, but I couldn’t tell if it was nerves…or something else. Forcing myself to continue, I folded my hands in front of me. “You want to flirt with a woman to get her to do what you want, that is
fine
…
Mr. Snow
. To my recollection, I don’t
think
I made any sort of comment or laughed or did anything unprofessional. However, I did
something
that displeased you. I’m trying to stay professional so I keep my job. Now, either fire me or tell me what I did, but would you
please
stop going from one extreme to the other because you are giving me whiplash!”
He stood in front of me, his face like stone, the only sign of life was the flicker in his eyes. “Are you done?”