The Boss's Inexperienced Secretary

Im trying to be honest with you, he said huskily. Thats all. Theres something between usa chemistry, a physical attraction. You know it as well as I do. And for someone who keeps work and play separate, as I do, its both unexpected and unwelcome. OK?

Never in her wildest dreams had she ever really believed Blaise could be attracted to her. She stared up at him. Chemistry? Physical attraction?

Kim swallowed hard. I agree. My ethics happen to be the same as yours.

Right. Well, its good its out in the open and we can deal with it, he said softly. But he still hadnt let go of her, and his eyes had fastened on her mouth.

Exactly. She nodded shakily, her heart beating so hard it hurt.

Kim His head descended very slowly, his eyes moving to hers.

She knew she ought to step back, to jerk her head awaysomething. But she didnt. She wanted him to kiss her. She didnt think beyond that.

Helen Brooks lives in Northamptonshire, and is married with three children and three beautiful grandchildren. As she is a committed Christian, busy housewife, mother and grandma, her spare time is at a premium, but her hobbies include reading, swimming and gardening, and walks with her husband and their Irish terrier. Her long-cherished aspiration to write became a reality when she put pen to paper on reaching the age of forty and sent the result off to Mills & Boon.

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WHY, oh, why had she been so stupid as to let herself in for this? The old adage of pride going before a fall was going to be borne out today; she should have backed out long before this. A polite letter saying shed changed her mind due to unforeseen circumstances would have done it, anything

Kim groaned softly, staring at her reflection in the full-length mirror in her bedroom. She didnt normally inspect herself so thoroughlyusually a quick check to make sure her make-up wasnt smudged or her tights snagged was sufficient. Today was different. Today she had to appear perfectly coiffured and immaculate from the top of her head to the tips of her toes.

Deep brown eyes under a thick fringe of golden-brown hair looked anxiously back at her, before travelling the length of her body.

Perhaps she shouldnt have gone for the cornflower-blue skirt and jacket? A suit in one of the more subdued colours she normally favoured would have been better. Greys and charcoals had the effect of neutralising her somewhat generous curves without emphasising that, at six foot in her stockinged feet, she was what her father kindly called statuesque. Her mother, a petite little blonde who was slender and fluttery, usually just sighed when she looked at her. The cute little baby girl her mother had insisted on dressing in lace and frills had rapidly grown into an accident-prone tomboy, and then just kept growing. She didnt think her mother had ever really forgiven her.

She brought her mind back to the cornflower-blue suit. It was too late to change; itd have to do. She grimaced at the face in the mirror. She couldnt be late for her interview with Blaise West.

Blaise West. Her stomach turned over and she swallowed hard. The feeling of panic wasnt a new one; shed been like a cat on a hot tin roof since shed received the expensively headed letter ten days ago. It had been short and to the point. Her letter of application for the post of personal assistant to Mr West had achieved an interview at ten oclock on the first of June at the head office of West International. There had been a number to call if the time and day were not convenient.

And she hadnt. She groaned again. Because of Kate Campion. Beautiful, cool, slim Kate, who was secretary to the manager of the accounts department and whod labelled her Amazon Abbott. And not in a complimentary way. Oh, no, definitely not in a complimentary way.

Kims soft mouth pulled tight. Kate and her cronies hadnt known she was occupying one of the cubicles in the ladies cloakroom when they had breezed in to repair their make-up before going off to lunch one day some weeks ago. Theyd been giggling as theyd walked in, and then she heard one of the girls say, Are you sure hes dumped her, Kate? It might be the other way round.

What? Someone as drop-dead gorgeous as Peter Tierman being dumped by Amazon Abbott? I dont think so, Shirley. Anyway, he told me himself, after hed asked me out to dinner tonight.

Really? There had been a chorus of shrieks. Youre going out with Peter tonight?

He said hed wanted to ask me for ages but he didnt know how to let the amazon down gently. She might be ten feet tall but shes as clingy as a grapevine apparently. He felt sorry for her, thats the only reason he asked her out in the first place. Anyway, come on, Im starving. Lets go and eat.

They had clattered out on their stiletto heels, leaving a sickly cloud of several different perfumes in their wake by the time shed emerged, cheeks burning and eyes flashing.

How dared they discuss her like that? And Peter, telling Kate all those lies! It had been her whod finished with him a couple of nights before when she had finally decided she couldnt stand listening to his big ideas about himself one more time.

Handsome Peter might be, conceited he definitely was. What with his wandering hands and increasing determination to get her into bed, she had had enough. She should have ended it much sooner. Shed known on their second date that he wasnt the sort of man shed thought he was, but she had refused so many invitations from this man or that over the last couple of years since David, she had thought she would persevere. Big mistake. Colossal.

She had gone back to her office and brooded all lunchtime as to what to do or say while shed eaten her sandwiches. She had decided in the end not to give credence to Peters lies by attempting to justify herself. The opportunity to put matters straight would arise sooner or later, and then shed make sure she did it coolly, calmly and with dignity.

The nicknamewhich clearly was not a new thing she could do nothing about. She had always known Kate didnt like her, probably because she had never expressed any desire to be part of her poisonous little clique.

The very next day shed heard on the office grapevine that Kate was applying for the jewel-in-the-crown job which had been advertised both within and without West International. Personal assistant to the great man himself, Blaise West. And something, some little gremlin deep inside, had reared up and declared she was as good as Kate Campion any day, so why didnt she try for it too?

She had. She had worked on her letter of application and CV half the night and then submitted it the next morning, only to regret it immediately until shed convinced herself shed never hear anything about it anyway. The most that would happen was that one of those thank you for your application for the post of whatever. It has not been successful in this instance letters would pop through her letterbox.

Kim took a steadying breath, turning away from the mirror and picking up her handbag. She had never been to the head office, which was located in a super-deluxe building not far from Hyde Park. West International had branches all over England as well as America and Europe, and she had worked in the Surrey division for nearly two years as secretary to the sales director. Before that, on leaving university she had had a fairly mediocre job which shed seen as a stop gap until she married David and they started a family. Her dreams had been centred around David since theyd met at a barbeque in the first week of university life.

Stupid. She closed the door of the bedroom behind her. Shed had to learn the hard way that men said one thing and did another, that they werent to be trusted.

She had to get going; she couldnt afford to be late. Nevertheless she paused in the small sunlit hall, glancing around her. She had moved into this tiny flat courtesy of getting the job at West International when her salary had doubled in one fell swoop and had never regretted it. Before that she had still lived with her parents because she had been saving hard for her wedding.

Kim loved her home. She nodded to the thought. She could walk to the office from here in fifteen minutes if she didnt want to drive, and she had a terrific boss in Alan Goode. She had plenty of good friends and a fairly active social life; one or two girlfriends had got married in the last little while but there were plenty of others who were single and enjoying themselves. She was content.

She opened the front door, stepping into the large vestibule of the tall Victorian house which had a flat on each of its three floors.

Not happy exactlyshe walked to the main door, exiting into the quiet street beyondbut after the trauma of the time when David had left her and shed thought shed never experience peace of mind again, content would do.

And there would be no more attempts at trying to be normal, as her mother put itanyone who wasnt married by the time they were twenty-five or at least in a serious relationship that was going somewhere was dubbed abnormal by her mother. She wouldnt make a mistake like Peter again.

Kim walked over to her little Mini, which was waiting for her in the street outside. There were benefits to being autonomous. She was able to please herself what she did and when she did it and with whom. No more standing in the rain on a windy Saturday afternoon watching a football match she didnt want to see. Her Saturdays with David had been a litany of those. No more putting someone else first constantly. No more allowing someone to turn a good day bad simply because they were in a disagreeable mood. The list was endless.

Why was she thinking about David so much today? she asked herself as she climbed into her car. He rarely crossed her mind from one week to the next these days. When she did think of him it was with a feeling of thankfulness for the narrow escape shed had. The man she had thought he was would never have treated her as cruelly as David had done; she hadnt known him at all and she had been forced to acknowledge that in the weeks and months after he had walked out on her. That had been scary in itself and more than a little humiliating, but it had taught her a valuable lesson: no one ever really knew what another person was thinking or feeling, however transparent they appeared.

She started the engine, straightening her shoulders and lifting her chin. Time to drive to the railway station and then make the journey into the city. She would acquit herself as well as she could at the interview and then put the whole sorry episode behind her.

And at least she had been offered an interview. A small smile touched her lips. According to one of the other girls, Kate had been gutted when she had heard about it, having failed to secure one herself. That had been, oh, so sweet. The smile widened into an unrepentant grin as she drove off.

* * *

An hour and a half later she was sitting in the office of Blaise Wests present secretary, an attractive young woman who was enormously pregnant. She had arrived a little early, just as another interviewee had been about to go into the inner sanctum. This woman had been tall and slim and beautifully dressed, with a hundred-watt smile shed kept for Mr Wests secretary. Kim she had looked up and down, her face portraying the fact she didnt think she needed worry about the competition.

Kim agreed with her. Surprisingly, it helped her nerves. She was probably the wild card in the ensemble, and if the gossip about the dynamo who was Blaise West was true, hed realise this immediately he set eyes on her. She expected only a very short interview.

The office building was all lush carpets and glass lifts, as befitted an entrepreneur of Blaise Wests standing. Shed done a little research after applying for the job. Apparently Blaise West had diversified into various money-making stratas after making his first million or two in property when hed barely been out of short trousers. His other main fortethe manufacture and distribution of commercial and home soft furnishings was known throughout the western world as second to none.

Kim had never even seen a picture of him, but she knew what to expect from company gossip. He was nearly forty years old, a powerhouse of energy who had a reputation for ruthlessness and cold-blooded tenacity that was legendary. Hed been married and divorced. One child. Umpteen girlfriends. Attractive, rumour had it, but then there would be plenty of women who found power and wealth attractive whatever the man in question looked like physically.

Her thoughts sped on as she pretended to flick through the glossy magazine which was one of many on the low coffee-table in front of her. The secretary had asked her if shed like coffee when shed first arrived, ordering it by telephone. Kim had been impressed. Blaise Wests secretary and personal assistant didnt stoop to such mundane duties, then.

Shed been even more in awe when a tray had arrived almost instantly, holding a cup of coffee in an elegant, wafer-thin cup and a small plate of expensive-looking iced biscuits. It made the tea and coffee machines in the Surrey division with their paper cups and murky charcoal contents even less palatable.

Shed barely taken more than two sips of the coffee, which had proved to be scalding hot, before the hundred-watt woman emerged with a flounce from the inner office. Kim got the impression the interview hadnt gone too well. The lady in question didnt stop to exchange pleasantries with Mr Wests secretary, marching straight out of the office with her head held high and her cheeks burning.

A moment after the door had closed behind her, a buzzer on the secretarys desk sounded. Pat? It was a deep voice, throbbing with irritation. I thought you said youd picked the best of the bunch from the applications? If what Ive seen thus far is the best, I hate to think what the others were like. I trust therell prove to be at least one who isnt completely moronic.

Kim saw the woman glance swiftly at her as she hastily pressed a button and murmured something about highly qualified into the receiver shed picked up. Now, she couldnt hear what was being said at the other end, but after a moment or two the secretary spoke in such a low voice Kim had to strain her ears while keeping her eyes on the magazine. One more this morning and then one this afternoon; we agreed on half a dozen, remember? And Miss Abbott is already here.

Another pause, and then, Yes, Ill do that. And Ive organised the conference with the McBain people for a week on Monday, which will give our sales team time to get their presentation spot-on. Youre aware your lunch engagement is one oclock? Replacing the receiver, the woman said to Kim, Mr West will see you now, Miss Abbott.

Thank you. Kim stood to her feet and, as their eyes met, she said with a smile, Ill try and restore his faith in womankind, shall I? It was useless trying to pretend she hadnt heard.

The secretary smiled back ruefully. Two of the applicants yesterday were men and they fared no better. Mr West can be a little difficult to please.

Mr West sounded impossible to please. Kim kept her thoughts to herself, merely inclining her head and then waiting as the other woman tapped on the interconnecting door, opening it and standing aside for her to pass through as she said, Miss Abbott, Mr West.

Stepping into the room, Kim was aware of several things seemingly all at once. Her surroundings were large and light and airy, the floor-to-ceiling windows, which took up most of the end wall, showing an incredible view of the city. The room was beautifully furnished, but then it would be. And it was quiet. Although the offices were located on an extremely busy main road, youd never have thought it. Lastly, but not least, the bright light streaming in through the windows had the effect of turning the man sitting at the massive desk in front of her virtually into a silhouette, putting anyone entering the room at a distinct disadvantage. Something, Kim felt sure, Blaise West was fully aware of.

Good morning, Miss Abbott. Please be seated. He had stood to his feet as she approached, leaning forward and shaking her hand before indicating the chair placed at an angle to one side of the desk.

Kim was glad she could sit down. If the room was impressive, the man was more so. Now she could focus properly she could see he looked hard and rugged, not good-looking exactly but the thick black hair turning grey at the temples and startlingly blue eyes gave an impression of vibrant virility. He was expensively put together, his suit and shirt screaming a designer label, but it was the way the clothes sat on the big male body that was electrifying, that and his height. Probably because she was so sensitive about normally being on an eyeline or looking down an inch or two on most men, the fact that Blaise West was at least six or seven inches taller than her had come as a shock, that and the aggressive masculinity. Ridiculously it seemed wrong that he was sitting in an office. He should be scaling an unscalable mountain or fighting man-eating crocodiles in some remote undiscovered land; something extreme anyway.

Without any preliminaries whatsoever, he settled back in his huge leather chair and said coolly, So you want to come and work for me, Miss Abbott. Why is that?

Coherent thought went out of the window. For the first time in her life Kim felt she knew what a rabbit experienced when it was caught in the glare of a cars headlights. She stared at him blankly, knowing she had to say something, especially because she was confirming his earlier wordsanother moron.

Pulling herself together with some difficulty, she forced herself to answer the question she had expected to be asked at some point in the interview and for which shed prepared a reply. As I explained in my letter, Ive been at the Surrey branch for a couple of years now and feel that has given me a good grounding as to what makes West International such a hugely successful company. I like my job there but I feel it is time for more of a challenge.

He said nothing for a few moments. Kim felt the urge to start babbling but restrained herself. Whatever she said or did she wouldnt be offered this job, she knew that, but she would like to get through this interview without making an absolute fool of herself. So instead of giving in to the nerves that were attacking her, she waited.

Textbook answer. It was not laudatory. And said in slightly different ways by the previous applicants.

Kim decided she didnt like Blaise West. Im sorry.

Dont be sorry, just say something original.

She didnt think he would like the original thought that sprang to mind. Reminding herself that she certainly needed the job in Surrey and he was the controlling force in all the branches, she said stiffly, I would like the opportunity for more responsibility and to travel now and again, which I understand the post of your personal assistant involves.

Would it surprise you to know that theyve all said that too?

She definitely didnt like this man. Actually, no, it wouldnt.

Oh, and why is that?

Because if you treat people as morons they are likely to behave as morons, she said sharply. She regretted it immediately, not so much for herself but because she realised too late she might have got his secretary into trouble. And one didnt answer Blaise West back; his face said so. She waited for the explosion.

Ah He leaned forward, the vivid blue eyes never leaving her face. You heard.

It was no good denying it. She nodded, deciding she wasnt going to apologise for her tone. If she got the sack in Surrey, she got the sack. Shed survive.

Then I apologise. I should imagine it wasnt the best start to a job interview, he said quietly.

The apology was so unexpected she blinked in surprise. Clearing her throat, she said warily, It doesnt matter, Mr West. Like the others, I am clearly not what youre looking for. Thank you for your time. As she stood up she saw his eyes narrow.

Where do you think youre going?

She stared at him, her cheeks burning. I presumed the interview was at an end.

Then you presumed wrong. We havent even started. As she sank down in the seat again, he continued to dissect her face. She didnt think she had ever felt quite so uncomfortable in her life. Now he leant back in the leather chair once more, his elbows on the padded arm rest Im going to ask that question again and Id like a truthful answer this time. Why do you want to come and work for me, Miss Abbott?

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