Excerpt from chapter one:
Her heart beating with the ferocity of a jungle drum, Erin Parker struggled for some sense of dignity as she rushed toward a new office tower standing proud above the
The receptionist, a dainty, middle-aged woman with silver-rimmed glasses perched low on her nose, looked up from a file of papers. “May I help you?”
For torturous seconds
“Mr. Dalton’s offices are on the top floor.”
She marched down a short hall and pressed the pearled Up button between a gleaming set of brass elevator doors. When one of the doors whispered open, she stepped into the spacious lift, engulfed by easy-listening music piped in above the padded, black leather walls. The door slid back in place.
Short breaths calmed her anxiety over the claustrophobic confinement as she pressed PH for the penthouse suite. Simmer down; you can’t present yourself as a bundle of nerves. She fiddled with the irritating flyaway strands of hair tickling her temples, trying to bring them under a semblance control. The door whooshed open.
The secretary scanned her appointment book. “Mr. Dalton doesn’t have any appointments scheduled this morning. It isn’t possible to see him without one.”
“Mr. Dalton never sees anyone who comes in off the street. If you give me your name and the nature of your business, I can set up a meeting in, shall we say, three weeks?”
“No. That won’t do. Would you tell him Erin Parker is here? James Parker is my father. I’m sure he’ll make an exception in my case.”
Miss Sexy Blonde pursed her lips, tossed her pen on the stack of papers and flounced to Mr. High and Mighty’s office door. She knocked, waited a moment and then slipped inside, closing the door behind her. A trail of fruity perfume, heavy enough to overdose the most stalwart visitor, lingered in the air.
Her unease rising,
The secretary emerged and took her seat behind the desk. “I’m sorry; Mr. Dalton is busy and can’t see you until the end of next week, at the earliest.”
In the minuscule seconds that followed, she lunged forward and shouldered the door open before the secretary could jump off her chair. Determined strides carried
“I told Miss Rafferty, I have no time for you today!” The huge man coolly buttoned his navy suit jacket and smoothed its fine fabric. His sober face warned of his annoyance.
“When my father’s life is at stake, I don’t take kindly to brush-offs, Mr. Dalton.”
Energy sizzled in the silence of the room.
“I’m a busy man. I don’t make time for theatrics.”
“Might I suggest you make time for me. Five minutes is adequate.”
The secretary nervously stopped at the threshold. “Should I call Security, Mr. Dalton?”
The man’s color heightened. Temper or embarrassment? Either would likely do her in.
“No,” he replied, “I’ll take care of this, Trudy.”
Once the secretary was out of the equation, the master of this high-rise kingdom turned his attention back to her. Under other circumstances,
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