Mediterranean Boss, Convenient Mistress. Kathryn Ross
knew only too well that things were manic in there. From time to time in between contracts she went in to help her friend run the place and it was an arrangement that suited them both. Karen got extra help from someone she could trust implicitly, which meant she could take some time off to be with her children, and Charlie got a job to fill some of the gaps between her temping contracts.
‘It’s peaks and troughs, it will calm down next week probably,’ Charlie said soothingly.
‘Maybe.’ Karen put her cup down. ‘But I’m seriously considering selling the place, Charlie. You know I told you I’d had a take-over bid from a rival agency?’
Charlie nodded. Her friend had been stressed for a while trying to balance her home life with work and had talked about selling last month, but hadn’t been offered enough money.
‘Well, they’ve upped the offer.’
‘That’s really good, Karen!’
‘Yes, except for one thing: I think they will close my office here. They are a big company and basically they are just interested in squeezing out the competition and covering contracts with their own people.’
‘I see.’ Charlie felt a pang of apprehension as she realised this probably wasn’t going to bode well for her future work. Then, seeing the worried expression on her friend’s face, she quickly pulled herself together. ‘Karen you must do what is right for you,’ she said sincerely.
‘I just hate the thought that this isn’t going to work well for my staff,’ Karen said with a shrug. ‘And then there is you. You’ve always been so brilliant at bailing me out in the office—’
‘Karen, nothing stays the same in life, and I’m probably lucky to have got away with temping for as long as I have.’ Charlie smiled and topped up her tea. ‘Whatever you decide, I’ll be behind you,’ she said firmly. ‘Don’t worry about me. I’m a survivor.’
CHAPTER FOUR
CHARLIE had the strangest dream that night. She dreamt that Marco Delmari was making love to her. She could feel his hands on her body…his lips on her lips…demanding, ruthless yet so erotic that she woke up breathless, her heart pounding.
‘Foolish in the extreme,’ she berated herself as she lay looking up at the ceiling. Perhaps she had been so long without sex that her brain was turning to mush.
Karen was right, she thought. She really needed to get back out into the world of relationships again. Although she’d had a few dates since her divorce none of the men had been attractive to her. The problem was that she couldn’t have sex with just anybody…she had to have feelings for a man before she could sleep with him. Consequentially the last person she had slept with was her husband four and a half years ago.
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