Entangled To The CEO

Rainer’s [POV]

James laughed and wrapped an arm around my neck. “I bet you do. That explains why I saw you with supermodels on each arm last night. Oh, and here, that’s the number for my tailor. He’ll set you up with a suit even if you have to put it on a payment plan.”

I took the card and slipped it into my suit pocket. James was a braggart, but he had an enviable taste and no end of high-society connections. He was just the buddy I needed to give me access to the best investment bankers. Whatever change I made from the GroGreen app was going right into high-return investments. It was time to close the financial gap between me and my brother.

“Trust me, Rainer, you won’t regret it. Hey, I was just swinging in to congratulate you on the press conference. Bang-up job. Next time you might want to pause longer before you answer the questions. Don’t want to seem too slick,” James said.

“Isn’t that what I told you about those rich debutantes you were after last night?” I asked. “You buy me lunch at Manny’s and maybe we can compare notes.”

“Oh, no, I’m not a fool,” James said. “A little advice here and it is good, but I’m not forgetting you’re my competition, and you shouldn’t either. You got lucky jumping on this project. Took it right out of my playbook from last year. That means it’s on, Rainer. I’m watching you.”

He backed out of the conference room door, alternating pointing two fingers at his eyes and me. The employees around the conference table laughed at his antics. Topher, on the other hand, scribbled copious notes on the exchange; he wrote down anything he thought I could use later.

With James Berger out of the way, the conference room began to fill up. I started interesting conversations here and there on my way back to my seat, but I was just keeping an eye on the door. It wasn’t like Tasha to be late. Half the reason I’d followed my good advice about arriving early was that I thought it was something someone like her might say. I had hoped for a chance to chat with her before the room got too crowded. The last thing I wanted was for her to think I was just on her project for a quick payday.

Tasha Nichols was the opposite of James Berger and all the more attractive for it. She dressed conservatively in tidy pencil skirts and suit coats that she could interchange without breaking the bank.

My mind drifted to the array of bright, silky blouses she wore, but I shook off the tempting thoughts. Tasha knew how to work hard, make people respect her, and build her stellar reputation. She was just the kind of colleague I needed to help me in the long run.

“Rainer, it’s been months. How are you?” A leggy blonde with sharp eyes gave me a quick kiss on the cheek. A quick and clever charade by Topher saved me from fumbling for her name.

“Dora. You look lovely as ever.” The problem with watching the door is there were a lot of familiar faces that I wished had moved on to other jobs.

Being the office playboy went over well with the old boys’ club upstairs, but it was hell on my physical well-being. More than one of the women I had had pleasant encounters with now looked ready to flay me alive.

“You really should call back,” Dora advised me in a cold tone.

“It’s just tacky to ghost someone like that.” The advice echoed as I sat down and gave the doorway one more glance.

I had given Tasha Nichols my number the night of the holiday party and watched her throw it away. This morning, she acted as if we had never spoken before, and it stung.

I sat back and wondered if I would get the chance to talk to her more or if this whole project was just another bad line I couldn’t take back.

Tasha’s [POV]

I slammed the phone down so hard I almost chipped my clear nail polish. I laced my fingers together and squeezed tightly while I took a deep breath.

Then I dialed again. “You’ve reached Mr. Rainer Maxwell’s office. Please leave a message.”

His executive assistant’s voice was professional and crisp. My temporary assistant, Amy, didn’t even look up when I rammed the phone back into the receiver.

“Of course, he got the best assistant. Naturally, he’d get the efficient staff. I mean, how else does he sit around and chat all day?”

“I’m sorry, Ms. T, did you say something?” Amy said around a large piece of gum.

“Hey, your nickname should be Misty. Get it?” “No,” I said.

“You don’t?” I ground my teeth.

“I get what you’re saying about the nickname, but, no. I don’t need or want a nickname. Did you run over to Mr. Maxwell’s office?” Amy leaned against the door.

“Yeah, he’s hot.”

“You saw him?” I lunged for the door. “He’s all over the news,” Amy said. I stopped myself and laced my fingers together again.

With white knuckles, I turned around and stalked back to my desk.

“He’s probably at yet another breakfast meeting,” I muttered.ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

“I bet he won’t even show up for the meeting.”

“What meeting?” Amy asked. I still had a few minutes, so I opened a news site on my computer and hit play.

Rainer Maxwell’s smiling face cropped up within seconds.

The business anchor announced the story and tossed it to some young reporter in horn-rimmed glasses.

The technology special reporter gave a quick synopsis of the GroGreen app launch.

“Industry leader, Hyperion Industries, located in the heart of San Francisco’s tech movement, does it again with the launch of GroGreen. Imagine a master gardener, landscaper, and flower expert in your pocket, and this amazing new application guarantees everyone will have a green thumb.”

The news story cut to Rainer in the downstairs press room.

“GroGreen means anyone can be a gardener no matter how much time, space, and effort they have available. Anything from teacup flowers to homestead farm plots, to virtual gardens are all made possible through GroGreen. Ever forget to water your plants? GroGreen has reminders and even tricks for keeping those neglected houseplants alive.”

His lips were stiffer on television than in real life. The smile had just enough of a practiced edge to create little lines at the corners of his mouth.

Rainer was a natural on camera, but it was nothing compared to the power he had in person.

Especially close-up. When we were caught in the doorway, his mouth was relaxed, curved in an easy smile just inches from my lips.

I thought about the spice and leather of his cologne, the electric brightness of his eyes, then I shook my head hard. What was I doing?

“We at Hyperion respect Mother Nature and have finally found a way for Mother Nature to respect our busy schedules.” I scowled at the tele vision.

“That’s not part of the press release I signed off on.” Outside my office, I heard Amy’s airy giggle.

I scrambled to turn off the news website and craned my neck to catch a glimpse. If Rainer had gotten my message and stopped by, he was too late.

I needed to get on my way to the meeting or I’d be late. And I couldn’t have him catch me daydreaming over his press conference. I pressed my hands to my cheeks and hoped the blush would fade.

Then I saw who leaned on the corner of Amy’s desk and gave a sigh of relief.

Stanislas Eastman, the Chief Operating Officer of Hyperion Industries, made my temporary assistant laugh again with his dashing charm.

He was only an inch or two taller than me but had a giant personality.

Matched with his unapologetic silver hair and sky-blue eyes, he was a force to be reckoned with.

I cleared my throat before he charmed my assistant right out the door to an early lunch.

“Don’t you have a meeting to get to?” I asked Stan. “I’d say the same to you, but I’m glad I caught you. Shall we, my dear?” Stan held out his arm.

“Just let me grab my reports.” I ducked back into my office. Stan leaned closer to Amy and made her giggle erupt again. I rolled my eyes but smiled.

Stan was incorrigible, and I’d never seen him pass a woman without making her smile. He somehow walked the fine line between Don Juan and his boss without getting caught.

Rainer reminded me of Stan, but young and almost childish. Stan had the elegance born of a century and a half of the high society breeding.

His family was one of the oldest, wealthiest, and most respected in San Francisco.

I wondered if Rainer would have the same devilish twinkle in his eyes when he got older. Stan slipped into my office and closed the door most of the way. “You know, I really shouldn’t be meeting with you behind closed doors.

The office might talk,” he said. I jumped as if he’d caught me and then I laughed. “Isn’t that exactly what you want?”

“Amy, honey, come in here,” Stan called out the door. Then he caught up my hand and kissed it.

“How could you stand me up at the opera like that?” I tugged my hand away from him but not soon enough. Amy gaped at us from the doorway.

“You know I was working on the product launch,” I told Stan.

“She’s always ditching me for work,” Stan complained to Amy.

“Did you tell her about those wine-tasting tickets?” Amy blinked and then nodded. “She already turned them down.”

“Of course.” Stan sighed. “I guess that’s why she’s my prodigy. Can’t have your successor running off to Napa or Sonoma any chance they get.”

I swatted him after my dazed assistant returned to her desk. “She’s going to assume we’re having an affair,” I said.

“Exactly,” Stan said. “Tasha, darling, you’re going to have to learn to play people’s assumptions. It’s the easiest way to get them to believe what you want.”

I stacked up my reports and headed for the office door. “I’m not sure what I got out of that play. All you did there was give my temp some juicy gossip to spread.”

Stan blocked my way. “Trust me. Now she’ll have more respect for you.”

“You mean you,” I said.

“No, you.” Stan grinned. “Because she thinks you’ve got me, and I am quite a catch.”

“You’re quite something,” I muttered and tried to move past him.

Stan sighed. “That’s the problem, Tasha. You’re too honest to play the game. Don’t get me wrong; your honesty has garnered you a lot of respect around here. The only problem with respect is that it keeps you at a distance. People want to know that you’re real and that you have your wants and desires. That you’re human.”

I stood up straighter, at least an inch over him in my heels. “I’m inhuman now? I suppose you’d rather I acted like Rainer Maxwell. All dimpled, devilish smiles and no work?”

“Rainer?” Stan stepped back and bumped my office door closed.

“Yes,” I said. “Rainer. You know, the junior executive you and your cronies let on to my project at the last minute? His charming face is all over the headline news.”