It has to stay on for forty-five minutes, she went on. Otherwise, I might consider at least discussing an arrangement with you. Briefly.
So she was thinking about it. They must both be desperate. Dont worry about how you look, he said. It was going to make him crazy if he couldnt fit this obligation into the free time that had dropped into his lap. She already told me you were presentable.
My sister described me as presentable? The voice dripped ice.
Sam cursed himself. He was a lawyer. He was supposed to know how to choose his words, and if he couldnt choose the right ones, to keep his mouth shut. No, I didnt talk to your sister. I asked Dans girlfriend if you were presentable and she said sure. She said it in a positive way, he added for good measure. Not like, sure she is. More like she sure is! He winced just listening to himself. Come on, Hope Sumner, say yes. Were wasting time.
Were wasting time.
Sam dropped his brand-new phone. Sweeping it up off the icy pavement, he heard Hopes, Hello? Hello?
Sorry about that, he muttered.
I was just saying, we might as well get this taken care of one way or the other.
My thoughts exactly. Ill see you in He looked up at the number on the canopy that sheltered the entrance to a large, modern Westside apartment building a couple of minutes.
HOPE OPENED the door and peered out. What she wanted to do next was slam the door in his face and lean against it until her knees stopped trembling.
Shed been prepared for an attractive man. Good clothes and neat grooming had to be just as important in the legal world as they were in the corporate world, and this man had told Leather Dan right up front that he was aiming for the top. Shed expected him to be smart, well-educated and career-driven. What she was not prepared for was six two or three or four of bone and muscle, of shoulders and long legs, of sheer male power in a black overcoat. For short, thick dark hair, the kind of rich, deep tan she couldnt get even if she did throw skin health to the four winds and give it a try, and a pair of very blue eyes that examined her with thinly veiled curiosity.
It would be so, so wonderful if her face werent green.
On second thought, she was grateful to have the masque to hide behind. His masculinity was overpowering. This was a man a woman could actually want to be with. And that wasnt the deal at all.
In fact, they didnt have a deal yet, and they werent going to make a deal. A man like this could affect her attention span.
But she couldnt slam the door, and she couldnt take time to recover. Sam? she said briskly, hoping somehow he wouldnt be, that he was a totally different man whod come to the wrong door. Alias The Shark?
Thats me, he admitted.
With a strong feeling that she was doing the wrong thing, she opened the door wider and waved him in. Im sorry about the mudpack, she said. If Id known
No problem, Sam said, shrugging out of his overcoat and revealing a dark pinstriped suit. Ive got sisters. Ive seen them with green faces and cucumbers on their eyes.
He smiled. His smile wasnt anything like the calculating curve of a sharks grin. It was warm and compelling. It sent out powerful vibes, although she had a feeling he had no idea his testosterone had sprung a potentially explosive leak. Hopes knees buckled again, but she locked them in place and said, Ill take your coat. Please sit down. Would you like a glass of wine? Im afraid I cant join you, because I still have
No, thanks, he said simultaneously. I still have
work to do, they finished together, and Hope couldnt resist the temptation to smile back at him. Feeling her face crack sobered her up at once, but it didnt slow down her pulse rate, still the pounding of her heart or lessen her sudden awareness that under the sexless terrycloth robe she was wearingnothing.
She didnt need her Palm Pilot to tell her it was time, definitely time, to pull herself together and direct her thoughts to a higher plane.
Thats our problem. She let out a rounded sigh that settled the masque back into place. At least my sisters think its a problem.
Liking your work? Sam The Shark took a look around the room. Great view, he murmured. Then he aimed himself half-heartedly at one of her plump, velvety armchairs, seemed to give up on that goal, glanced at her deeply cushioned taupe sofa and finally slid onto it, carefully bypassing the knife-sharp corners of her smart glass coffee table.
Loving it, Hope said. She couldnt help noticing that he didnt look any more comfortable on the expensive Italian design statement than she felt. Shed paid extra to have it stuffed with down. How much more comfortable could you get?
She made a mental note to ask the interior designer what the problem might be. For the first time, she thought she actually needed a decorator.
If she wasnt careful, shed start thinking she needed a man. Noticing that she was still milling around her own living room, she took the armchair that sat at a right angle to Sam Sharkey. That way she could get another look at his profile, his long, elegant nose and his to-die-for lashes.
I dont even know if I love my work, Sam said, looking thoughtful. I dont have time to think about it. All I know is that Im determined to succeed at it.
Well. Me, too, said Hope. The words vice president lit up in her mind like a Times Square theater marquee. She gave Sam a closer look, wondering if partner had just lit up for him.
Tell me about your job, he said, and turned the full force of his riveting dark-blue gaze on her.
The vice president sign faded as another, quite disturbing message lit up inside her. The impact was powerful enough that she had to dig deep for the name of her company, but it finally surfaced. Im at Palmer. In Marketing.
Palmer. It rings a bell. I should know what Palmer does, but
Shed just drifted into a vision of Sam parting her robe to move his hands sinuously across her breasts when it all came back to her, her job, her true love, the real object of her deepest desire.
Pipe, she said.
SHE SAID the word the way another woman might say pearls or Pashmina, pâté or Porsche. She all but licked her lips.
Pipes? Meerschaums? Briars? Hookahs?
Pipe. Copper, plastic, cast iron, galvanized steel. Life flows through pipe. Pipe runs the world, and Palmer Pipe runs it better.
He gazed at her, feeling stunned. Is that original with you? That Pipe runs the world line?
Of course not, she said. It came from the ad agency. She paused. I picked the ad agency.
She looked at him so expectantly she reminded him all of a sudden of one of his sisters kids wanting approval for a dive hed just done or a basket hed just made. And he did his best to make them feel good about each small victory.
Hed been lying about seeing his sisters in mudpacks and cucumbers. Hed seen them in curlers, no makeup and one of Dads wornout shirts, but his sisters didnt have the time or the money to take care of themselves the way a woman like Hope did. They considered it a major victory to get their hair washed and their kids in shoes.
It was up to him to change all that, change their hand-to-mouth existences, turn them into upwardly mobile middle-class citizens, educate those kids
It was up to him to change all that, change their hand-to-mouth existences, turn them into upwardly mobile middle-class citizens, educate those kids
Hed assigned his family a compartment in his mind that he visited when he needed to, but he never enjoyed the visits. Right now wasnt the time to go there.
Its a good slogan, he said in an approving tone. If it had been one of his nephews, hed have said, You did good.
Thank you. Its working. Thats all that matters. And you? I mean, your work. I know youre a lawyer, but
An associate at Brinkley Meyers.
Brinkley Meyers? Your firm is representing Palmer in the Magnolia Heights case.
Sam snapped his fingers. Thats why it sounded familiar.
Are you involved in the case?
Lets hope it doesnt come to that. He smiled. Im in litigation. My department wont get involved unless the case goes to court.
Oh, it wont, she said with obvious confidence. Now. You were saying youre an associate at Brinkley Meyers
She meant, Lets get to the point. He leaned forward, meeting her green face head on to be sure she understood the seriousness of his situation. A single associate. Whos determined to make partner. This year, preferably.
Something he said had gripped her attention. A pair of green eyesreally nice green eyes, he noted in passinggave him their full attention. So youre the fresh meat at every party. Youre the one they invite because they have a daughter, a friend, somebody theyre sure they can match you up with. And you cant refuse, because you dont want to offend anybody who could influence your future.
Youve been there.
I live there, she said, lowering her green face and balancing it on her fingertips. Thick, dark lashes fluttered down to brush the surface of the masque. You just described my entire social life. Im determined to make vice president for Marketing when August Everley retires in January, which means every move I make right now has a direct influence on my future.
He fell silent, taking a minute to wallow in self-pity and feeling that Hope was in there wallowing with him.
If you dont show an interest it makes them mad, he went on when he felt theyd wallowed enough. If you do show an interest and dont follow up on it, it makes them madder. He paused for a frustrated sigh. A person who doesnt understand, somebody like your sister Faith, lets say, wonders why you dont just find a real man friend and cut through all that nonsense.
Hope raised her head and visibly stiffened her backbone. Or your sisters, she said. They probably dont stop to think about the time it would take to find a woman you really enjoyed, time you dont have, and then the time that woman would demand from you once youd found her.
Time and commitment.
Which neither of us is ready for.
You got that right.
What were talking here is the possibility of a no-strings kind of escort arrangement. I go with you to your parties, you go with me to mine.
We act friendly enough to make people think were already spoken for.
Right. Hope bit out the word and gazed at him with suddenly flashing eyes. But lets get one thing straight. If we make this ridiculous arrangement, dont even think about calling me arm candy.
He struggled to keep his mouth from twitching, and when hed gotten it straightened out, he narrowed his eyes. Same thing goes for you, he said. If we make this extremely practical arrangement, Im not your arm candy either.
IF HED FELT like expressing his true feelings, which he didnt, Sam had concluded that Hope Sumner would do fine. He liked the spunk shed just shown. Without the green face shed be attractive enough. One of those women who knew how to distract you from their flaws with expensive haircuts and makeup. She was well-spoken. Shed make a decent impression on Phil, the Executive Partner he reported to, and Angus McDougal, senior partner in Litigation, and shed rear their childrenone girl, one boywith energy and intelligence.
But he was getting way, way ahead of himself. Five years ahead, maybe. The token girlfriend was for now, the suitable wife not until hed made partner and collected a few years of percentages of the law firms profits. Not until he felt invulnerable, professionally and financially.
The green eyes, spectacular green eyes, actually, gazed at him out of a matching face, and there seemed to be a lot of brown hair tucked under the institutional white towel. Brown hair, green eyes, average American coloring. You couldnt go wrong with that. She was a little taller than averagemaybe five sevenbut as tall as he was, that was fine. He couldnt tell what was tucked under the hotel-style white terry robe, except that the sash outlined a small waist and the robe hourglassed promisingly above and below it.
None of that mattered much. Just gravy. Yes, shed do. Sam wished he could say so and get back to work, but unfortunately it was also necessary to convince her hed do. Plushe had one more question to ask her.
She blinked a couple of times, apparently adjusting to the idea that he didnt want to be arm candy either, and glanced openly at her watch. Sam took this as a good sign. Well, Sam, it seems were in agreement so far. Now that weve met each other, lets give the arrangement a little further thought before we touch base again.
Sensing that he might have passed muster, he relaxed, as much as he could in this room. It wasnt the sofa. The sofa was cushy. The apartment was cushy. Mentally he compared it with his own Spartan digs. Weird hed feel more comfortable there. She wouldnt, though, and hed never take her there, not even
He tensed up again. One more thing, he said. How do you feel about sex?
She froze. The word hung in the air like an especially acrid room deodorizer. Mesmerized, Sam watched a crack widen in the green masque, starting at the bridge of her nose and forking off to both temples. He suspected shed tried to raise her eyebrows.
I dont mean now, he assured her, or even soon, not until we trust each other. But sex is one of the important things I dont have time for. Her steady unblinking stare was starting to make him nervous. I mean time to develop a relationship to the point that He didnt get this rattled when a judge was staring him down in court. I thought maybe you had the same problem, and we could include it in He halted. Or maybe you dont
Like sex? she said. The crack deepened. Want sex? Need sex? Of course I do, Sam. Im a perfectly normal woman. But surely men have ways to I mean, I know they But of course, its not the same as
It was her turn to be rattled. But only for a moment. The gleam suddenly returned to her eyes, and Sam had a feeling she was seeing a whole new market for pipe.
Add it to your list of things to think about before we talk again, he said, regaining his calm.
Shall we say early next week?
Sam strode down the hall toward the elevator, bemused by the final question she tossed at him as they traded business cards. Are you allergic to cats? shed asked him.
He wasnt, but he was curious to know why it mattered to her. His interest was short-lived. A few minutes later he had his laptop up and running in the bar of the restaurant where his clients would soon join him, doing the only thing he really felt comfortable doing. Work.