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Graham searched her face with shuttered eyes of arctic blue. “I can break the contract.”
“No, you can’t. My father gets what he wants, and he’s never played well when it comes to business. If you quit, he’ll sue you, wrap you up in red tape, and hire someone else.”
Graham swallowed again. Hard. “Surely once I tell him our relationship—”
“Why? We don’t have a relationship. It was sex. Meaningless sex. Let’s not make it what it isn’t. Besides, why would he care? He’s a misogynist Italian who could have run the mafia but decided he’d rather screw people legally. Don’t let his Hush Puppies shoes fool you. Frank Ullo’s a shark.”
Graham seemed to think about this. “I still don’t feel right though. Doesn’t feel good to me.”
So now he feels bad? He should have felt bad two weeks ago when she put her heart on the line and called him, when she told him she’d never felt this way about anyone and asked him to call her. That’s when he should have been honorable and at least given her the decency of a call.
But she didn’t say that. Instead she shrugged. “Too bad. You’re the new boss. Might as well start thinking about who you are and how you want to be perceived by everyone here. He’s not going to let you go easily. He doesn’t care about ‘feelings.’”
Graham shook his head and she could feel his frustration.Welcome to the club, buddy.
“How can I take your job?”
“It wasn’t my job. My dad made his point—this is his company. Not mine. I suppose your first order of business will be to hire my replacement.” Tess stared toward the door. Like a wave heading her way, she could feel the emotion inside her building. She didn’t want to stay here any longer with a man who had rejected her as a woman. The man who had taken what she thought to be hers… A man she still felt an ungodly attraction to even as her world unwound. Tess could pull off the ice-princess routine for only so long… She was coming undone, and she’d be damned if she did it in front of anyone. Much less him. “See ya around.”
She tried to slide quickly by him, but he reached out. “Wait, Tess.”
“Please don’t touch me,” she begged, her voice almost at a whisper. She really couldn’t stand the tenderness in his touch. He felt sorry for her. That was all. And something about that hurt more than if he’d been the ruthless son of a bitch she’d wanted to paint him as.
“What can I do to make this right?” he asked, his voice plaintive and so freaking sincere.
“You can’t. Only I can make this right by moving on and proving I can be more than daddy’s little girl. The best you can do is to take care of this company. There are a lot of good people here and they deserve better than a half-assed job by their new boss.”
She wrenched her arm from his grasp and climbed the steps that would lead her to a place she loved… a place where she no longer belonged.
Quitting had been her choice and it had been one she had to make. Her assumptions had gotten her nothing but wounded pride, but she knew she wasn’t part of this business merely because her name was Ullo. She was good at her job. She’d brought in new accounts and the floats she oversaw were detailed and cost-effective. She hadn’t done well because her father owned the company… she’d done well because she’d pushed herself to live up to his name.
And now she would take her experience and foresight to a new company. She would show the world—and her father—just how good she was.
“Tess?” Graham’s voice carried on the river breeze.
He stood etched hard against the muddy waters and soft emerging spring green of the brush along the riverbank.
“I’m sorry.”
Tess lifted her chin. “At least someone is.”
GRAHAMTWISTEDTHEKEYin the door of the apartment he’d rented two weeks ago and pushed inside.
What a crappy day.
The dim room was hardly welcoming with an old leather couch that had a rip in the arm, a big-screen TV perched on a less than sturdy table and a single flowered armchair donated by his brother’s girlfriend. The place looked pathetic, but it would have to do until he could afford some new stuff. Currently, he had bills due and wanted to take Emily camping at the beginning of summer.
The contract he’d signed had given him a nice salary, a large enough expense account and a car. Soon, he’d be back to where he once was, replenishing his meager savings and funding the retirement fund he’d depleted. The severance package NASA had given him had helped buffer the loss he’d taken on the sale of his condo. Damn housing market had tanked, leaving him upside down on the gated executive condo he’d bought five years ago. He’d been relatively smart with his money, thank God, but it still hadn’t been enough to weather all the notes and student loans he’d collected over the years. Growing up poor made a man want things and Graham had been no exception—something he regretted when he’d looked at where he’d spent his money.
But this was to be his new start. Landing the Ullo job had been like gravy on the grandest of Thanksgiving dinners. Running a successful multimillion-dollar Mardi Gras company would take him back to his roots, allow him to use his skill set in a way NASA never had. While the mechanical engineer in him loved the technical aspects of cutting-edge innovation, the artist in him had mourned the loss of pushing past the boundaries creatively.
But now his success tasted like last night’s dinner coming back up.
Tess.
When she’d walked into Frank’s office, a myriad of emotions had galloped across him, starting with delight and ending in bitter regret.
She was right. He was a bastard.
