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ISBN: 97817843253
Published By: Totally Bound Release Date: 23 May 2013
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Blurb:
Cara is stuck. A job going nowhere and a hankering for the sexy gorgeous boss who doesn’t even know she exists. Fate, in the guise of a temp position arrives… Where will it lead?
Dillon is a geek. No other word could possibly describe him. He may be sexy and super brainy, but he’s totally clueless with women and especially the sexy plus size Cara. But when his PA takes emergency leave before her wedding, the luscious Cara is the best applicant for the position. It’s an opportunity he can’t pass up.
What will happen when two clueless, wannabe lovers get a little divine intervention?
Except:
The dusty, dingy little diner was full, even with the current state of cleanliness—or lack thereof. People from the surrounding offices didn’t care about anything except the incredible, well-prepared food at a reasonable cost. They flooded in, like waves to the shore. As one tide left, another swept in.
“Honestly, Simone. I’m going to try getting his attention one more time. If that doesn’t work, I’m out of there. I mean, how long can I keep trying?” Cara picked at the caramel tart she hadn’t been able to resist with the cheap metal fork, and flicked the blob of fresh cream that sat on top to the side.
“But you have said that tons of times. Besides, what are you going to do to get his attention? Hmm? Walk naked through the typing pool?” Simone bobbed the straw in her smoothie as she eyed her friend with a frown. “It’s been what? Eighteen months since you saw him, and you’ve mooned over him from a distance ever since you met him eighteen months ago. You need to move on, Cara. That is, unless you know something you haven’t shared?”
The query was arch. Cara shivered even as she shook her head. “No.”
Simone quirked an eyebrow, obviously unconvinced with her answer. Cara let out a deep sigh of frustration. “There’s a position… it’s only temporary, for a PA reporting directly to him.” She speared a forkful of tart, chewed quickly and swallowed, before continuing. “In his office, full- time for the period of the engagement. I saw the memo yesterday. I mean, I have the skills, right? I can type, answer phones, make coffee, file, greet people. What’s more, I can probably do it better than all those size eights in the typing pool that Ms Jackman seems to prefer.” She nodded thoughtfully. “All I have to do is get past the ogre in Human Resources.”
Simone stared at her, disbelief clear on her face. “Girl, I so remember that woman. If you think you can get past her, you’re doing better than I ever did. That’s why I left Veha Industries, remember? Maybe it’s time to haul out your resumé and consider some other options.” Simone shook her head and billows of crimson hair swirled through the still air.
Cara understood she only had her best interests at heart. But this time she knew the outcome would be different. Could feel it in the air.
“Cara, she’ll hang you out for breakfast before she offers you anything like a position in that office. Remember her mantra? Good looks and good work make for a positive workplace?”
Cara wasn’t sure she wanted to hear the truth in the statement, but as always she conceded that Simone didn’t sugar-coat anything. It was another great reason for their long-term friendship.
Cara nodded quickly. “Yeah, I know, but if I don’t try, then I won’t know how close I can get to him, right? And the only way to catch his attention is to get past the ogre and see him in person.” Cara quaked a little at the information she needed to share. The favour she needed to ask. “Anyway, I tidied up my resumé and dropped the application into a memo envelope yesterday, so it’s too late to back out now. I mean, fortune favours the brave. Doesn’t it? If I don’t snag an interview, I’m going to visit the career advisor across the street and register with them. I’ll look for temp work until something more long-term shows up. I can see what they have on offer and well…who knows? Maybe a job with the right boss is just waiting. But I’d rather this worked out, to be honest.” Her voice trailed off into a whisper. “I really wish he would notice me.”
Simone took a long slurp of her banana drink, and Cara noticed her questioning gaze even as she squirmed. Finally Simone must have realised the truth in her words and nodded. “It’s your funeral. So anyway, you had better show me this memo if you want me to be a referee for you. I’m guessing that’s what you need, right? I’ll have to know what I have to say about you before they ring.”
Cara smiled. “Thanks, Simone. I knew I could count on you.” She slipped a piece of paper out of her handbag and handed it over. “Sorry it’s a bit creased. It was in the bottom of my bag, I stashed it so none of the others from the pool would see it. You know how that is.”
Simone snorted, accepting the crumpled pages, and nodded. “Yeah, I do. Eat or be eaten.”
Simone scanned the sheet while Cara fidgeted, picking at the tart she now regretted as she thought about him. Dillon Veha. The one man who filled her dreams each night. She’d tried everything else she knew to capture his attention, each action more unsuccessful than the last, including undoing buttons, personally delivering memos and the most desperate? Offering to deliver the memo to the gym locker room, knowing he was in there. Now, after eighteen months of listening to her aunt ask her when she was going to bring home a nice boy, and watching her sisters pop out perfect little babies, she conceded the time had come to move on. With or without Dillon Veha. If only she could move on with him. Therein lay the problem with her plan. She needed one last chance to make it work.
Cara is stuck. A job going nowhere and a hankering for the sexy gorgeous boss who doesn’t even know she exists. Fate, in the guise of a temp position arrives… Where will it lead?
Dillon is a geek. No other word could possibly describe him. He may be sexy and super brainy, but he’s totally clueless with women and especially the sexy plus size Cara. But when his PA takes emergency leave before her wedding, the luscious Cara is the best applicant for the position. It’s an opportunity he can’t pass up.
What will happen when two clueless, wannabe lovers get a little divine intervention?
Except:
The dusty, dingy little diner was full, even with the current state of cleanliness—or lack thereof. People from the surrounding offices didn’t care about anything except the incredible, well-prepared food at a reasonable cost. They flooded in, like waves to the shore. As one tide left, another swept in.
“Honestly, Simone. I’m going to try getting his attention one more time. If that doesn’t work, I’m out of there. I mean, how long can I keep trying?” Cara picked at the caramel tart she hadn’t been able to resist with the cheap metal fork, and flicked the blob of fresh cream that sat on top to the side.
“But you have said that tons of times. Besides, what are you going to do to get his attention? Hmm? Walk naked through the typing pool?” Simone bobbed the straw in her smoothie as she eyed her friend with a frown. “It’s been what? Eighteen months since you saw him, and you’ve mooned over him from a distance ever since you met him eighteen months ago. You need to move on, Cara. That is, unless you know something you haven’t shared?”
The query was arch. Cara shivered even as she shook her head. “No.”
Simone quirked an eyebrow, obviously unconvinced with her answer. Cara let out a deep sigh of frustration. “There’s a position… it’s only temporary, for a PA reporting directly to him.” She speared a forkful of tart, chewed quickly and swallowed, before continuing. “In his office, full- time for the period of the engagement. I saw the memo yesterday. I mean, I have the skills, right? I can type, answer phones, make coffee, file, greet people. What’s more, I can probably do it better than all those size eights in the typing pool that Ms Jackman seems to prefer.” She nodded thoughtfully. “All I have to do is get past the ogre in Human Resources.”
Simone stared at her, disbelief clear on her face. “Girl, I so remember that woman. If you think you can get past her, you’re doing better than I ever did. That’s why I left Veha Industries, remember? Maybe it’s time to haul out your resumé and consider some other options.” Simone shook her head and billows of crimson hair swirled through the still air.
Cara understood she only had her best interests at heart. But this time she knew the outcome would be different. Could feel it in the air.
“Cara, she’ll hang you out for breakfast before she offers you anything like a position in that office. Remember her mantra? Good looks and good work make for a positive workplace?”
Cara wasn’t sure she wanted to hear the truth in the statement, but as always she conceded that Simone didn’t sugar-coat anything. It was another great reason for their long-term friendship.
Cara nodded quickly. “Yeah, I know, but if I don’t try, then I won’t know how close I can get to him, right? And the only way to catch his attention is to get past the ogre and see him in person.” Cara quaked a little at the information she needed to share. The favour she needed to ask. “Anyway, I tidied up my resumé and dropped the application into a memo envelope yesterday, so it’s too late to back out now. I mean, fortune favours the brave. Doesn’t it? If I don’t snag an interview, I’m going to visit the career advisor across the street and register with them. I’ll look for temp work until something more long-term shows up. I can see what they have on offer and well…who knows? Maybe a job with the right boss is just waiting. But I’d rather this worked out, to be honest.” Her voice trailed off into a whisper. “I really wish he would notice me.”
Simone took a long slurp of her banana drink, and Cara noticed her questioning gaze even as she squirmed. Finally Simone must have realised the truth in her words and nodded. “It’s your funeral. So anyway, you had better show me this memo if you want me to be a referee for you. I’m guessing that’s what you need, right? I’ll have to know what I have to say about you before they ring.”
Cara smiled. “Thanks, Simone. I knew I could count on you.” She slipped a piece of paper out of her handbag and handed it over. “Sorry it’s a bit creased. It was in the bottom of my bag, I stashed it so none of the others from the pool would see it. You know how that is.”
Simone snorted, accepting the crumpled pages, and nodded. “Yeah, I do. Eat or be eaten.”
Simone scanned the sheet while Cara fidgeted, picking at the tart she now regretted as she thought about him. Dillon Veha. The one man who filled her dreams each night. She’d tried everything else she knew to capture his attention, each action more unsuccessful than the last, including undoing buttons, personally delivering memos and the most desperate? Offering to deliver the memo to the gym locker room, knowing he was in there. Now, after eighteen months of listening to her aunt ask her when she was going to bring home a nice boy, and watching her sisters pop out perfect little babies, she conceded the time had come to move on. With or without Dillon Veha. If only she could move on with him. Therein lay the problem with her plan. She needed one last chance to make it work.