Her Tycoon Hero by Narelle Atkins

Author:Narelle Atkins
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2014-12-26T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 9

The next morning Cassie flicked through the documents in her in-tray. Ten event orders needed to be finalized this week, two by the close of business today.

She placed the two urgent ones on top of the pile. Both brides had made numerous changes to their wedding reception arrangements over the past few months, and she awaited their response to her emails and phone calls. Why did people leave everything to the last minute?

She grabbed her purse and coat before heading out of her cubicle.

She detoured via Colleen’s desk. “I’ll be back in forty-five minutes.”

Colleen raised an eyebrow. “Are you meeting Mr. Gorgeous for lunch?”

“No such luck. He’s in Brisbane today and I’m catching a quick bite with my sister at The Deli House.”

“Have fun. I’m swamped and no one’s returning my calls. Can you please bring me back a salad on rye?”

“No problem. See you soon.” She made her way to the bay of elevators and checked the clock on the wall. Five minutes past midday. Late again. Laura wouldn’t be impressed.

Before long the elevator deposited her on the ground floor. She strode through the lobby, struggling into her coat.

Rain poured down over the busy street. She waved to Damien, the concierge, before exiting the hotel.

The wind blew the rain in sheets across the road. An umbrella would be useless. She stepped onto the marble pavement and a screech of brakes startled her.

She spun around and her ankle collapsed.

“No.” Her body hit the ground, her thick coat buffering her fall.

Searing pain shot up from her ankle. Not now. Her interview was tomorrow and it had already been postponed once so she couldn’t reschedule.

Damien raced over to her. “Are you okay?”

She pressed her lips together and nodded. Tears filled her eyes.

He pulled out his cell phone and spoke in low tones before ending the brief call.

“Colleen’s on her way with a first-aid kit.”

“Thanks.” She removed her low-heeled shoe, cradling her ankle in her hands. The swelling showed through her flesh-toned stockings.

Damien frowned. “You were having a good run for a while there.”

“I know. It’s nearly a year since I last sprained this ankle.”

The rain eased to a light sprinkle and the hotel awning gave her shelter. She swiped her damp hair back off her face.

“For what it’s worth, you fell gracefully. Just like in the movies,” Damien said.

Great. How embarrassing. Her cell phone rang and she rummaged through her purse, checking the caller ID. Ryan.

“Hi, Ryan.”

“Cassie, are you okay? You don’t sound too good.”

Tears rolled down her face. “I’ve sprained my ankle.”

“What?”

“I’m outside the hotel, in the rain, with my ankle ballooning.”

“Is someone helping you?”

“Yes.”

Damien hovered nearby, concern etching his face.

“What happened?” Ryan asked.

“I was rushing to meet Laura for lunch and slipped on the wet pavement.”

“How bad is the sprain?”

“Pretty bad.” She moved her leg into a more comfortable position. Her ankle protested and she stifled a moan. “It really hurts.”

“I hope you haven’t broken any bones.”

“Me, too. My interview is tomorrow.”

“I assume you can still do it.

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