Fashionably Late by Beth Kendrick

Author:Beth Kendrick
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Pocket Books
Published: 2005-08-31T04:00:00+00:00

I pounced on Connor the second he stepped through the restaurant’s sleek glass doors that evening. “I have bad news and more bad news.”

“Hmmm.” He pretended to consider this. “I’ll take the bad news first.”

“Okay. The bad news is, I’m quitting my job here. The other bad news is”—I smiled hopefully—“I’m giving slightly less than two weeks’ notice?”

“You got that job with the celebrity stylist?”

“Yep. I’m officially in the design business!” I announced, striking a spokesmodel pose I’d picked up from Aimee. “Got the contract this afternoon!”

“Congratulations. Didn’t I tell you everything would work out?”

“That you did.”

“See? Life is about risks. You can’t be afraid to take chances.”

“You’ve taught me well, Obi Wan.” I bowed.

“I’ll give you the name of my attorney. Give him a call and he’ll look over the contract for you.”

My smile dimmed a few volts. “Oh. Um. About that…”

He narrowed his eyes. “What?”

Don’t tell him! Don’t tell him! Don’t—“Actually, now that you mention it, I kind of already signed the papers.”

“You didn’t.”

“I did.”

“Why the hell would you do something like that? Didn’t we just talk about the importance of—”

“Yes, but she said she’s leaving for a business trip tonight and if I didn’t sign this afternoon, she’d move on to the next desperate designer.”

“And you fell for that?”

I drew myself up to my full height (5′7″ in stilettos) and squared my shoulders. “Yes, I did.”

“Becca.” He started kneading his forehead. “She was bluffing.”

“How do you know? She really does have a trip to Australia! She’s going with Rachelle to—”

“Trust me. She was bluffing.”

This possibility had occurred to me, but only after I’d signed everything in ink. “Well, I didn’t want to take the chance. I need this job.”

He shook his head. “You don’t need them as much as they need you.”

“If only that were true.”

“It is,” he insisted.

“Well, either way, I wanted a design job and now I have one.” I crossed my arms. “It’s a bit of a risk, but you just said—”

“I also said don’t sign anything without a lawyer.”

I threw up my hands. “I guess we all said a lot of things. But the bottom line is, I’m giving notice.”

“Fair enough.” He stopped treating his forehead like Play-Doh. “Have a glass of champagne to celebrate.”

“Can’t. I’m on the clock, remember?”

“I hereby give you permission to have a glass of champagne during your shift. What the hell, Aimee can have one, too.”

“The good stuff?” Aimee, who had apparently been eavesdropping on the entire conversation, yelled over from the hostess stand.

“Hands off the Dom,” he warned.

“Taittinger?” she pressed.

“Fine.” He turned back to me as Aimee started bopping toward the bar, fingers snapping. “So. Becca.”

I raised one eyebrow. “So. Connor.”

“You’re no longer a Rhapsody employee after tonight. Which brings me to my next point: What are you doing this weekend?”

I stared at him, trying to gauge his intent. Was…was he asking me out?

“We can ditch this hole-in-the-wall and go celebrate your new career.” He looked at me expectantly.

He was asking me out. But…

“But you’re not interested in me that way,” I insisted.

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