At The Boss's Command. Darcy Maguire

Darrington when you could be looking after your own stuff in the comfort of your own office…’

      Tahlia interrupted. ‘I know, but I have to do this.’

      ‘Like closure for that promotion that you didn’t get?’

      She paused, holding the handle to the ladies’ room. ‘Something like that.’

      ‘Well, when you’ve had enough closure—’

      ‘Absolutely.’ She yanked open the door. It wouldn’t be long and she’d close the door on her Director of Sales position and be in her rightful one, with Case somewhere far more suitable.

      Chrystal sashayed towards her. ‘What do you think about mixing business with pleasure?’

      Tahlia swung to face Chrystal, her mouth open. Did she have that ‘Lusting after the Boss’ label on her forehead too?

      ‘Don’t look so shocked. I know I’ve dated nearly everyone in the building—’

      She was asking for herself? ‘In general, not a good practice, but sometimes it’s unavoidable.’ Like flirting with Case. ‘Why?’

      Chrystal sighed, clasping her bag to her chest. ‘Just this guy I really really like. He’s sort of conventional and uptight like you.’

      ‘Thanks.’ Tahlia moved through the door.

      Chrystal followed. ‘Although he did say that he was still getting over the wounds of a really nasty divorce and couldn’t entertain a relationship…he’s a real wounded soul…and I want to help heal him.’

      Tahlia sighed. Poor girl. The last thing she would ever want to get was tied up with a guy with those sort of issues. ‘Don’t get your hopes up. A guy like that…’ Could seriously be a problem. ‘Will have so many issues you may not have a chance for happiness.’

      ‘Maybe, but he’s so handsome and hot. I think he’s worth a try.’

      ‘Good luck.’ Tahlia sighed. At least her parents had started out well, without lies, without issues that would destroy what they had. Her father had managed that on his own.

      She would never go near a guy like that. Too much to deal with, too hard to wade through the baggage, too much like asking for trouble and disappointment.

      Chrystal fluttered her fingers at her. ‘Good luck to you, too.’

      Tahlia didn’t need luck. She had Case to practise her arts on tonight and a list of criteria for her ideal mate. She had nothing to worry about.

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      RE: Baby Shower

      Of course all the studs are booked for my hen night. Only the cakes, clown (joking) and cocktails (non-alcoholic) are for your shower. Can’t wait. Counting down the days.

      Saw Chrystal. Will all her work on herself pay off? Dunno. But Liam can’t get enough of Chrystal… he’s breaking and losing stuff all over his cubicle so he can put in acquisitions to her. At least twice a day…and she hasn’t noticed!

      I think it’s someone else who has caught her eye. But who? Maybe someone from outside work.

      Em

      Chapter Thirteen

       Tahlia’s rule number 103: when in doubt, wear black and show a lot of leg.

      TAHLIA threw another dress on to the bed. She had to get exactly the right outfit for tonight—one that said she was cool, calm and collected.

      The phone rang.

      Tahlia dropped the coat hanger, the outfit dropping to her feet. Please let it not be Case. She didn’t want him to cancel…

      She snatched up the phone. ‘Tahlia, how may I help you?’ she chimed.

      ‘Hello, honey, how is everything with you?’

      She swallowed hard, the butterflies in her belly subsiding. ‘Mum. I didn’t expect to hear from you again so soon.’

      ‘Can’t a mother ring her daughter to find out if she got the promotion?’ There was a pause. ‘Surely they’ve made a decision by now.’

      Tahlia dragged in a deep breath. She couldn’t do this a moment longer. She couldn’t lie again, not even to spare her mother’s feelings, or to save herself a lecture on how she should have got it. ‘I didn’t get it.’

      A long pause. ‘You’re kidding, right?’

      ‘No, Mum. Truly. They got someone else.’ And what a someone else he was.

      ‘Oh, honey…’ Her mother tsked.

      She shrugged. ‘I did the best I could. I put in the hours. I did the extra mile but the General Manager just felt some new blood was better for the company at the moment.’ And hopefully her moment would still come.

      ‘Of course you did.’

      She sat on the only edge of the bed not covered in clothes. ‘Don’t worry, I’ll keep working for it.’

      ‘Tahlia, honey. I know I’ve pushed you to make something of yourself but you can’t just focus on work; you need a life too.’

      She froze. ‘What?’ This couldn’t be her mother.

      ‘You can’t leave it too late,’ her mother warned.

      ‘You’re not getting any younger.’

      ‘Mum,’ Tahlia gasped. She didn’t want to hear this. She’d done everything to live up to her mother’s aspirations for her; she couldn’t change the rules on her now. ‘What’s going on?’

      Her mother sighed heavily. ‘I know I haven’t exactly been a great example to you with men. What with your father—’ Her voice got tighter. ‘Then with ignoring the whole species. But I figured I’d already had love, my time, my lessons—’

      ‘So, now you want me to find a man?’ Her voice broke into a high-pitched squeal.

      ‘Honey, I want you to be happy.’

      She shook herself. ‘I’ll be happy when you’re proud of me.’

      ‘Oh, baby. Of course I’m proud of you. I’ve been proud of you since the moment I saw you.’ Her mother’s voice thickened.

      Tahlia nodded tightly, her chest warm.

      ‘You know that, right? But look…I didn’t call about your promotion… I went out at the weekend… with a friend of mine…’

      ‘What is it, Mum?’ Her mother didn’t usually beat about the bush.

      ‘And I’d like you to come around next week for dinner,’ her mother asked tentatively.

      ‘Why? What’s going on?’ she blurted. She hadn’t had a meal with her mother since…for ever. She was always too busy.

      Her mother sighed. ‘I want you to meet someone.’

      Tahlia swallowed hard. ‘Your friend? You’ve met someone?’ Her blood ran to her toes. How could her mother do it? How could she let herself take another risk? When the last one had cost her so very much.

      ‘Yes, he’s been asking me for ages and I finally just went out with him and it was…so nice. Will you come and meet him, honey? It would mean a lot to me.’

      ‘Of course I will,’ she said in a rush and she rang off, placing a hand on her chest.

      What in heaven’s name could induce her mother to want a man in her life again? How could she trust one? It was just not possible.

      Was