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stared at him for a long moment, an unreadable expression on her face. “I’ll think about it,” she said.
He nodded, knowing that was probably the best answer he could hope for at the moment.
“Don’t think too long,” he growled.
She just smiled in response, blowing him a kiss as she walked out through the door.
He knew she’d eventually agree to his proposition. The chemistry they had was too incredible for either of them to walk away. And as long as they kept it to the physical realm no one would get hurt.
Heck, he didn’t have enough cash to make her want anything more permanent anyway. She might not seem interested in his wallet, but he knew from experience that even the sweetest girls were ultimately moved by money.
For the first time he found himself wishing they weren’t.
FIVE
“This is good. Really good,” David said after Becky and Mark had pitched their concept to him. “Which one of you came up with it?”
Nice try, Becky thought. She wasn’t going to let him knock one of them out of the competition that easily.
“It was pretty organic,” she said out loud. “I couldn’t tell you which one of us nailed the final line. Could you, Mark?”
“No, not really,” he said. “We make a surprisingly great team.”
“Good, good—glad to hear it,” David said, leaning back in his chair, hands behind his head. “Now we just have to decide how to proceed.”
“When is the presentation?” Becky asked.
“October thirtieth at ten a.m.”
“Oh. Good. We’ve got some time, then,” she said. More than three weeks, as a matter of fact.
She looked at Mark. He looked back at her, his face pinched with uncertainty. Okay, since he didn’t seem to be willing to take charge they were going to do things her way.
“Here’s what I think,” she said. “I think we need to overwhelm the client with our awesomeness. We need to go in there with print, digital, TV—the works. Obviously we’re going to need everybody’s help. Mark and I will act as creative leads and work on the big concept stuff—I’m thinking we should tackle TV first—and we’ll break everybody else into small teams to handle individual projects. We’ll meet with the teams daily, to check their progress and keep everyone on task. When we’re satisfied with a project, we’ll bring it to you for final approval. Sound good?”
David leaned forward, reluctant admiration showing in every line of his face. “That’s a good plan,” he said. “If I didn’t know better I’d think you’d been handling assignments like this for years.”
Don’t blush, she told herself. Don’t you dare blush.
“Thank you,” she said. “I’ve been waiting a long time for an opportunity like this.”
“Better get to it,” David said. “You have a lot to accomplish in a very short amount of time.”
Becky nodded at Mark and they rose, walking silently across the office.
“Good luck,” David called as they closed the door. “I’ll be watching you. Remember, this is still a competition!”
* * *
It was well after eight p.m. before Becky was finally able to sit down at her desk.
It had been a long day of kick-off meetings and strategy sessions, but the teams now had their marching orders and were ready to move forward.
Groaning, she kicked off the patent leather heels that had been torturing her feet all day and massaged her toes. If this was what her life was going to be like from now on she was going to have to invest in some more practical shoes.
And some protein bars, if the tormented sounds issuing from her empty stomach were any indication.
She was seriously considering eating the wizened apple she’d found at the back of a drawer when Mark walked in, carrying a delicious-smelling pizza.
“Dinner is served, my lady,” he said, presenting it to her with a flourish.
Becky tore open the box and grabbed a slice of the pepperoni-studded goodness. “It’s official,” she said, practically moaning as the heavenly
He nodded, knowing that was probably the best answer he could hope for at the moment.
“Don’t think too long,” he growled.
She just smiled in response, blowing him a kiss as she walked out through the door.
He knew she’d eventually agree to his proposition. The chemistry they had was too incredible for either of them to walk away. And as long as they kept it to the physical realm no one would get hurt.
Heck, he didn’t have enough cash to make her want anything more permanent anyway. She might not seem interested in his wallet, but he knew from experience that even the sweetest girls were ultimately moved by money.
For the first time he found himself wishing they weren’t.
FIVE
“This is good. Really good,” David said after Becky and Mark had pitched their concept to him. “Which one of you came up with it?”
Nice try, Becky thought. She wasn’t going to let him knock one of them out of the competition that easily.
“It was pretty organic,” she said out loud. “I couldn’t tell you which one of us nailed the final line. Could you, Mark?”
“No, not really,” he said. “We make a surprisingly great team.”
“Good, good—glad to hear it,” David said, leaning back in his chair, hands behind his head. “Now we just have to decide how to proceed.”
“When is the presentation?” Becky asked.
“October thirtieth at ten a.m.”
“Oh. Good. We’ve got some time, then,” she said. More than three weeks, as a matter of fact.
She looked at Mark. He looked back at her, his face pinched with uncertainty. Okay, since he didn’t seem to be willing to take charge they were going to do things her way.
“Here’s what I think,” she said. “I think we need to overwhelm the client with our awesomeness. We need to go in there with print, digital, TV—the works. Obviously we’re going to need everybody’s help. Mark and I will act as creative leads and work on the big concept stuff—I’m thinking we should tackle TV first—and we’ll break everybody else into small teams to handle individual projects. We’ll meet with the teams daily, to check their progress and keep everyone on task. When we’re satisfied with a project, we’ll bring it to you for final approval. Sound good?”
David leaned forward, reluctant admiration showing in every line of his face. “That’s a good plan,” he said. “If I didn’t know better I’d think you’d been handling assignments like this for years.”
Don’t blush, she told herself. Don’t you dare blush.
“Thank you,” she said. “I’ve been waiting a long time for an opportunity like this.”
“Better get to it,” David said. “You have a lot to accomplish in a very short amount of time.”
Becky nodded at Mark and they rose, walking silently across the office.
“Good luck,” David called as they closed the door. “I’ll be watching you. Remember, this is still a competition!”
* * *
It was well after eight p.m. before Becky was finally able to sit down at her desk.
It had been a long day of kick-off meetings and strategy sessions, but the teams now had their marching orders and were ready to move forward.
Groaning, she kicked off the patent leather heels that had been torturing her feet all day and massaged her toes. If this was what her life was going to be like from now on she was going to have to invest in some more practical shoes.
And some protein bars, if the tormented sounds issuing from her empty stomach were any indication.
She was seriously considering eating the wizened apple she’d found at the back of a drawer when Mark walked in, carrying a delicious-smelling pizza.
“Dinner is served, my lady,” he said, presenting it to her with a flourish.
Becky tore open the box and grabbed a slice of the pepperoni-studded goodness. “It’s official,” she said, practically moaning as the heavenly
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