The Billionaire's Triplets (A Steamy Contemporary Romance Novel) (4 page)

They sat, and Anita looked her over. “I wanted to see you. You sounded good, but I thought I should see how you are.”

“And now that you’ve seen?”

“You look good.”

“Should I let that excite me?”

She shook her head. “From a professional standpoint, no.”

“Because I’m damaged goods? I was a junkie so I won’t get work? I was hoping that using my real name would keep people from finding out I was in rehab.”

Anita laughed. “The press are a tenacious and malicious lot, but that wouldn’t be a serious problem for you, anyway. If people who were damaged goods didn’t work, no one would. You know damn well that half the population of catwalks are junkies—not the top ones, but a lot. No. You were out of circulation for almost a year.”

“Between the time it took to hit bottom and drag my ass back up, a bit more.”

“The jobs you messed up before you went into rehab hurt you more, but we could deal with that too. I’d get you some small jobs and you’d prove yourself. That’s no harder than rebuilding your credit when you’ve fucked up. The real problem is that things have changed in the business.”

“So I need to retrain?”

“With the Internet, things are moving at hyperspeed. As far as our current clients are concerned, you don’t have the right look.”

“I’m obsolete?”

Anita held her hands out, showing her they were empty. “That’s about right.”

“I can do a makeover. I was thinking I needed to do that anyway so I could start fresh.”

“It’s more than that. You are too old.”

“Too old? I’m twenty-four.”

“In this market, you might as well be forty-two. The truth is that even if you hadn’t dropped off the radar, you’d be having a tough time getting shoots now.”

“So I’m history?”

“Things can change again, though. Make sure I have your number, and if something comes up I’ll call, but honestly, you know it’s a cyclical business. The cycles are going faster too. What’s in goes out quickly.”

“Are you still handling Judy?”

“Judy Wilson? Yes.”

“She and I did a lot of the same kind of work.”

“And she hasn’t had a shoot since the Toyota ads three months ago. She’s lucky that was a big one. The ad agency wants the new look for the next round. Judy told me she expected this. She saved some money and she’s thinking of starting a PR agency.”

“So the baton is handed to a new generation?”

Anita smiled. “You understand.”

She did. Beyond being an ex-junkie, she was last year’s flavor in an industry where a year was an eternity. Even if Anita got her work, it wouldn’t be a career. Maybe it had never been a career. Maybe she’d had a long run of good fortune. After all, she’d never paid attention to what happened with her peers. She’d been much too self-centered for that. Too focused on having a good time.

She couldn’t let herself go down that road again. Maybe being kicked to the curb was a good thing.

“Thanks for the brutal honesty, Anita.”

“Nothing else makes sense, Joan. It doesn’t do either of us any good to get your hopes up. That doesn’t pay bills.”

She felt lighter suddenly. “I was probably foolish to even consider modeling again—it would put me back in the center of all the things I didn’t deal well with last time.”

Anita stood up, grinning. “I always liked you, Joan. Now I’m proud of you.”

When she left, Joan let herself recall the life she’d led. Even when it had been good, and at times it was wonderful, the life was too hectic, demanding. She didn’t need that kind of pressure now.

But she needed something. A direction. A focus.

That meant analysis—the kind of thing that Lissa was good at. Now that they were close, she felt comfortable talking to her about it. She would see it from the outside.

# # #

Lissa considered the question, wondering if any insights she might have would be right for her sister. They were quite different people, and when you were setting goals, they had to be right for you. “I’m willing to help, but I need you to promise me you won’t get offended if any of my ideas seem silly.”

“Okay.”

“If what I come up with is off base, tell me why, honestly, and it will give our model a useful feedback loop.”

“A feedback loop?”

“A way for me to reevaluate my assumptions. I listen to your reaction and make adjustments.”

“Okay.”

“For instance, and this is just an offhand idea, not something thought out, it would help us both if you were interested in working for me, with me.”

“Doing what? I have no business skills, and I have almost no idea what you really do.”

“I’m thinking of a more personal service. You know I’m eager to get back to work. Interviewing and evaluating people to take care of the kids and keep house is going to be a nightmare. If you had the least interest in doing it, that would be fantastic. I can trust you with the kids, and with my stuff, obviously, which would be a huge plus.”

“I don’t know that much about child care.”

“Getting pregnant doesn’t seem to have instilled a lot of knowledge and wisdom on that score in me. A person who was still mobile, on the other hand, could start attending classes on child care and home economics—on my dime.”

A smile crossed Joan’s face. “I guess so.”

“That was just a wild idea out of the blue, although now that I’ve said it out loud… That sure would be nice for me. Still, we are looking at what’s right for you. To do that, you need to think about the crazy-assed suggestions I come up with and get back to me with why you think it would be a bad idea or what aspects you might like. I take that in and then the next one will be more on target.”

Joan looked at her sister and Lissa saw that something had caught her imagination. “That one is weird enough to think about,” she said. “From model to nanny.”

“You don’t need to take it seriously.”

“Assuming I said yes, that would help you, right?”

“This analysis, what we are trying to do, is aimed at figuring out what’s right for you.”

“It would let me see my nieces, nephews, whatever you’ve got stuffed in there, growing up.”

“And it would pay a salary.”

“And free you to go back to work.”

“Where are we taking this, Joan? Are you actually considering it?”

“I need to think about it, but it would involve me in your life, which might be nice for a time.”

“Make certain you think of everything that might suck about working for me…”

“Like the fact that you are such a hard-nosed bitch.”

“I might be at times. And think about working a lot of weird hours—you know my schedule. And sometimes we’d travel at a moment’s notice.”

“Forced to see the world? Damn.”

“But you’d be taking care of the kids, not sightseeing.”

“Kids need to see museums too. If we did this, you’d need a bigger apartment. You need a bigger one, anyway. No matter what, you’ll need something with a bedroom for me near to a pretty big nursery.”

“Oh my God, yes. Do you know I haven’t even looked into that?”

“While I’m thinking, I could start researching that for you.”

“You could?”

“Sure. It might give me some insight into doing that kind of thing for an ungrateful employer, and I can I think about what it might be like to be an overpaid super-nanny for a hard-nosed businesswoman.”

“Overpaid?”

Joan put her hands on her hips. “What would mom think if you took advantage of family?”

Lissa reached for her water. “And here I thought hiring you might make all this easier.”

“Hah! I can consider serfdom, but I don’t come cheap.”

“Fair enough. So think about it. I like the idea, but that’s selfish me talking. Wishing. You need to think about what’s right for you. You’ve overcome a lot, and I don’t want you taking on too much.”

“You think your junkie model sister can’t handle the pressure?”

“I think she can do anything she wants to. I just need you to make sure you really want to do it.”

Joan held out a hand. “Well, Ms. Edwards, I think I’ll go and see if my previous employer will give me a good reference.” She laughed. “Whether or not we do this, I’ll call a realtor and look at some places. I’m curious about what’s available.”

“If you find a good realtor, see what I’d get for my place.”

“Okay.”

Joan left looking happier than when she’d arrived, and that made Lissa feel good. And this strange idea of hiring her to take care of the kids seemed to have legs. Joan clearly was considering the idea. If she kept things in the family, even if just for a while, until Joan figured out something else for herself and she got her own life sorted out, that could be a great help to them both.

Despite the hassles of being immobile to bring all three babies to term, she was excited about her life. If Joan helped, she might get things working well. The only sadness was wondering what had gone wrong with Julio Torres. Why wouldn’t he care enough to even answer? Even if she was wrong about the way he felt about her, even if something in his life was upsetting it, why didn’t he let her know?

She had to accept that she might not ever find out. That would require communication.

The apartment was incredible. She looked at her sister in amazement. “This is amazing. The city view, the spaciousness…and you’ve made it look homey.”

“All part of the nanny, real estate, home shopping, cooking, and housekeeping service we agreed to.”

“Money will be tight for a bit.” Her mind was racing. “I’ll get my apartment on the market…”

“She has a buyer for your place already.”

“You’re kidding?”

Joan laughed. “I met her when I was thinking of becoming a realtor, which lasted thirty seconds. She was impressive, though. And now she has two buyers for your dump, so the bid is higher than the asking price. She’s sending the papers to your office today.”

“Then I’ll sign them today.” She hugged her sister. “Hiring you was the smartest thing I ever did, sis, or I’d be sitting in my cramped place with three screaming kids, trying to figure out what to do first.”

Joan grinned and poured them each an iced tea. “Then I’m pretty damn happy. The real job has been organizing things. That, and now learning to tell the kids apart. Hey, who would’ve known I enjoy organizing things? Mom must be rolling over in her grave.”

Lissa was still stunned. She’d seen the pictures Joan sent of the place, and signed the papers for it on her say-so, but it was so much nicer than she’d imagined. “You did everything.”

Joan giggled. “I used your money to buy good help. I was the project manager.”

“And a brilliant one.” She peeked into the nursery. Joan had arranged it for the three boys, and it was beautiful. Each had his own crib and changing station. For once, all three of them were sound asleep. They were beautiful boys, small as triplets were, but each one had been pronounced healthy after spending a few days in intensive care. The hospital stay had been a tedious and painful bore, but the delivery went well, and she had brought her children to their new home.

She let out a sigh of relief. “Idyllic.”

Joan was beaming. “It’s quite an operation. I’ve got nurses on call for emergencies and a service that can provide extra care if I get sick or just overwhelmed—just people who can come in so we can get a decent night’s sleep. That’s an advantage a lot of women don’t have, or don’t take advantage of, but I know you, Lissa. You are going to hit the ground running, and I want the time you have with the babies to be fun.”

“I better hit the ground running. All this service doesn’t come cheap…but I’m not complaining, Joan. It’s all perfect. You’ve made me feel I have a chance.”

And Joan was rising to the occasion, which was delightful to see.

“We are going to be happy here,” Joan said confidently.

# # #

“Where is Abby?” Lissa asked. “I can’t find anything.”

“I had to let her go,” Tina said. “She was insolent and wouldn’t do what she was told.”

Lissa bit back the sharp comment she wanted to make. Abigail had been with her since she’d started the business. She hadn’t liked Tina, and sometimes Abby seemed to be more help than Tina, and Tina earned a lot more as an account executive. “I wish you’d at least told me.” She glanced at the woman. Tina seemed to be waiting for something, a rebuke perhaps, but Lissa kept her waiting. “I can’t find any of the files.”

“I’ve done the best I can. Things were in terrible shape when you had to go into the hospital. I was picking up the threads of a dozen different projects.”

And rolling them into one big ball, it looks like.

“So who keeps track of where things are?”

“I’ve had to do it myself.”

“Let’s get a temp in here from one of the top places and have someone reorganize things.”

“I’m sure if I’d done that you’d bitch about the cost.”

“Maybe I would. And as a consultant, your job is to persuade the client to pony up for necessary expenses, Tina. Your boss is always your client.” She found it odd that a woman who prided herself on her ability to get along with clients didn’t make any effort to be pleasant in the office she spent most of her time in.

“I need to get to a meeting,” Tina said. “Make a list of the files you’re looking for and I’ll find them when I get back.”

“If it’s not too much trouble,” she said, wondering if Tina would catch the sarcasm.

“No, that’s fine,” she said.

Clearly it had gone over her head.

The room seemed lighter with Tina gone. Lissa knew she was going to have to get rid of her. This wasn’t working. Her attitude was resentful and poisonous. She couldn’t work with the woman.

She went to her desk and smiled. Despite the chaos, despite everything, she was back at her desk, the lovely walnut desk with a green leather top she’d bought from an antique shop with the money from her first consulting job.

Now it was lunchtime. She was meeting Tyler Walker. Maybe she’d learn something.

# # #

Tyler Walker had arranged lunch for them at a rooftop restaurant that he knew she adored. “How is it that you remember the places and things I like better than I do, Tyler?” she asked when she arrived. “You remember my birthday and know exactly what I’ll like.”

“Oh, you know I’m obsessed with you. Simple, really.”

He honestly was, and they’d both known it for a long time. It had started as a joke, on her part at least. She’d liked him from the first and flirted with him. He’d become totally enamored of her. As much as he delighted her, as much as she loved his company and his friendship, Tyler didn’t attract her as a lover. She’d had to tell him. Tyler took that news as he did everything—with dignity and acceptance. “Then I’m afraid you’re stuck with a lifelong friend and admirer,” he said. “That job is now filled.”

Tyler was a nice man, slightly overweight but not fat, dignified, although addicted to and delighted by gossip. He made his living connecting people who had money to invest with those who had projects worth investing in. He acted as a sounding board for individuals and major corporations, and at times, even governments. To say he was connected was an understatement. Without seeming to work at it, he was the epitome of networking. People trusted him. They liked him. They did things for him. If you were starting a project, you wanted his opinion—even if he wouldn’t offer his blessing, and most people would kill for his blessing. “Tyler Walker likes it,” was a giant step towards getting financing.

He wasn’t loved by all and sundry, however. Completely honest people are threatening, even dangerous, if you are trying to pull something.

“So the mother and children are home and all are well?”

“We are. And the new place is outrageously perfect. Joan outdid herself. I want you to come by and see the children and the apartment.”

“I’d love to.” Tyler ordered a bottle of wine. “I’m glad that arrangement is working out well. Do you think Joan will be happy doing that work for you for long?” He had gotten to know Joan and liked her.

“I have no idea. How can she even know something like that? It’s all new and exciting now, but kids wear a person down. And if she meets a great guy or gets an exciting offer to do something else, all bets are off—I’ll lose her to something better for her. I asked the lawyers to make her indentured, but I’m informed that has gone out of style. In the meantime, I intend to exploit her ruthlessly.”

“I heard Abby left you.”

“I heard Tina had to fire her.”

“You heard that from Tina, right?” When she nodded, Tyler took a piece of paper from his shirt pocket, put it flat on the table, and slid it across. “She walked out. Here is her number.”

“She wants to come back?”

He smiled. “Once Tina leaves or you give her permission to slay the bitch.”

She watched the waiter pour the wine and let her mind worry about the subject of Tina. “I’m just getting up to speed. Tina is a problem, but I don’t see how I can do without Tina now. And I owe her something for stepping in on short notice and holding things together.”

“Oh. Is that what she was doing?”

“What do you mean?”

“It seems to me that the woman has been feathering her own nest. She’s been spreading rumors that won’t help you get new work.”

“What kind of rumors?”

“That Lissa Edwards hasn’t been the same since she got out of rehab.”

“Rehab?”

“It’s a sad story, of a brilliant but unstable woman who got all strung out on drugs. When she found out she was pregnant, she assumed her kid sister’s identity and went into rehab. After that, you went into the hospital.” The look on his face told her that she was showing her shock.

“That’s the Cliff Notes version. The full story is probably in ebook format on Amazon.”

Lissa felt more sad than shocked. “She pieced together a few true things, added some twists, and put it out as an alternative to the party line. People believe this?”

“Some. The ones that are switching their consulting work to a brand new player—Tina.”

“But the dates…”

“No one will check, and she isn’t trying to fool anyone who will bother. She used the opportunity to plant seeds of doubt while letting them realize that she was able to carry the load. So when she starts her own business…”

“So it’s all about poaching clients?”

“And dragging you through the mud to give her time to set up a powerful competition—mostly on your dime, my dear.” He sighed. “It’s a truly nasty business, poisoning the waters that way. The people who know their asses from a hole in the ground won’t fall for it, but you do need to know what the odd looks you are going to get in some quarters are about.”

“Is there anything else she’s done that I should know about?”

Tyler grinned. “I have no real idea, but I would go over your books carefully and review any deals she’s working on. Tom Acker seems to like her. She’s making sure of that.”

“How catty,” she teased.

“And obvious. It’s hard to fault him. At his age, having Tina play up to him makes doing business more pleasant. And he isn’t in it for the money anymore. He likes the challenge, and the challenge of bedding a lovely woman adds zest even if he understands the attached strings.”

“She’s taking it that far?”

“So the gossips have it.”

The conversation drifted to more pleasant things, but the idea of Tina taking advantage of her ran like a continuous tape loop behind it all.

When Tyler called for the bill, he put his elbows on the table and stared at her. “What’s that about?” she asked.

“I’ve spilled my guts to you and now I’m dying to know what you’ll do about Tina.”

“I need to take your advice and have the books audited right away. Then I need to either find a reason to fire her, or get her to quit.”

“No matter why you fire her, she’ll spin it as revenge for not keeping your dirty secret.”

Lissa put her elbows on the table and stared back. “I know. So what do I do?”

“Short of throwing her out the window? Hope the accountants find something that the police will consider white-collar crime. Then it will be public record.”

“Or buy a lottery ticket, win big, and never work again?”

“That might work. But then you’d just be a wealthy stay-at-home mom, and I don’t see that working long term. And you might get fat. Never get fat, Lissa.”

“The window, then. First opportunity, out she goes.”

“That’s probably the best.”

# # #

“So what exactly do you want, Tina?”

The question made her smile. Tom was no fool, and even though it didn’t seem that way to outsiders, the business world had its rules of conduct. One of the basic rules was the old adage “You don’t get something for nothing.” He knew she expected their new relationship to give her something. It was only reasonable. Especially under the circumstances.

They were naked in his bed. She’d encouraged him when he flirted with her. When he suggested coming back to his place, it was a victory. Men were easy that way. They were barely inside the door before he had his hands all over her. She didn’t have to put up with his attentions because she actually found him sexy. A sexy older man, who was a good lover. That made it easy to let him undress her, and she did everything she could to arouse him, wanting to spend the night in his bed. Slowing him only enough to put a condom on his hard cock before he moved over her on his big bed, moving between her thighs and taking her, she responded to him, making sure he knew she thought he was a hot lover.

After he spent in her, they rested and talked, and when her naked body began to excite him again, she stroked him hard, then took him in her mouth and gave him pleasure that way too. She wanted him to feel that she held nothing back from him. That was the key.

And now, in the morning, knowing that nothing was free, he wanted to know what she expected. This taste of her was to set the trap. If he wanted more, he needed to settle things.

What did she want?

That was easy.

“I want to be in on the Milan deal—on my own, not as Lissa’s flunky.”

He sighed. “You think you can compete with Lissa Edwards? She’s coming back into the game.”