a strong grip on our fiscal health."
She left his office and didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
Chapter 12
“I can’t believe you made me stop on the way over here so you could get that.” Allison pointed to the grease-stained paper bag Alex was unwrapping. “Ella would have fixed you anything you wanted—‘ One only has to ask on a RossAir Jet’ .” She smiled as she swung her hand around the cabin interior and ended it with a flourish.
“I know; I’ve seen the ad campaign. But I like my burgers extra-greasy,” he said with his mouth full.
His enthusiasm for his meal made her feel nauseated; she couldn’t eat a thing when she flew. She adjusted the pressure-point bands on her wrists that helped with her motion sickness. She saw him smile in amusement at her preparations. I’m glad he finds me so entertaining , she thought, annoyed. The trip to Buckhead was a short hop, and she might as well make efficient use of her time. Normally she was not a nosy person, but it was vital that she find out as much as she could about Alexander Coventry.
Allison cleared her throat and looked sideways across the table at his wrapper. It seemed empty and the loud chewing noises seemed to have abated. She chanced a glance—the coast was clear. But as she turned to him for a full view, Alex opened his mouth wide and showed off the last remnants of masticated beef.
“Ew, you are so gross! And juvenile, what’s your deal, Alex?”
“Gotcha!”
“Might I remind you that you are supposed to be on your best behavior, we haven’t signed a new contract yet.”
“I apologize. I couldn’t resist—your expression reminded me of my sisters.”
“Oh, you have sisters—how many?”
“Four.”
“Did you say four ?”
“Yes Ma’am.”
“And you are…?”
“Smack in the middle. My older sisters used to put ribbons in my hair and my younger sisters would force me to sit at their tea parties.”
“Why didn’t they just play with one another and leave you alone?”
“’Cuz that wouldn’t have irked my dad—and annoying my dad is the most fun game of all,” he laughed.
“Will they all be at the party?”
“Of course—attendance is mandatory. Besides, it’s easy for them, they all live within shouting distance of each other.”
“Really? How unusual.”
“No, it isn’t. It’s a family requirement. Children are the must-have accessory. And having grandchildren nearby is part of the sisterhood code; showing them off is a favorite pastime in Buckhead. Also, whomever’s daughter manages to stay married to the richest son-of-a-bitch, and is able to maintain her prom weight is the winner—competition is the lifeblood of society down south.”
“So, then by those standards, you’ve lost.”
“Actually, I’ve maintained my prom weight."
Allison rolled her eyes in response.
"But, I've won, you see, because I got the hell out. And anyway, since I’m a rich son-of-a-bitch, I can get married at anytime and still enter the race.”
“You’re pulling my leg about all of this, Alex.”
“I couldn’t make this stuff up if I tried. Did I mention that my mother is a former beauty-queen winner? The information is fuzzy as to which contest she was actually a participant in, but what we all know for sure is that she WON. She pulled out the rhinestone tiara for my sisters’ weddings.”
“I guess that’s kind of sweet, that the ‘borrowed’ thing they wore was something so meaningful to their mother.”
Alex smiled, “My mother wore the tiara.”
Allison’s eyes opened wide, “Now you’re pushing it—that could not possibly have happened.”
“I think you’ll be seeing all kinds of crazy this weekend." Alexander’s eyes glinted with amusement.
Allison’s head was spinning; she was convinced that he was just amusing himself at her expense. I can’t even trust him to have a civilized conversation with me, how can I possibly trust him to run this company. I think I’ve come on
She left his office and didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
Chapter 12
“I can’t believe you made me stop on the way over here so you could get that.” Allison pointed to the grease-stained paper bag Alex was unwrapping. “Ella would have fixed you anything you wanted—‘ One only has to ask on a RossAir Jet’ .” She smiled as she swung her hand around the cabin interior and ended it with a flourish.
“I know; I’ve seen the ad campaign. But I like my burgers extra-greasy,” he said with his mouth full.
His enthusiasm for his meal made her feel nauseated; she couldn’t eat a thing when she flew. She adjusted the pressure-point bands on her wrists that helped with her motion sickness. She saw him smile in amusement at her preparations. I’m glad he finds me so entertaining , she thought, annoyed. The trip to Buckhead was a short hop, and she might as well make efficient use of her time. Normally she was not a nosy person, but it was vital that she find out as much as she could about Alexander Coventry.
Allison cleared her throat and looked sideways across the table at his wrapper. It seemed empty and the loud chewing noises seemed to have abated. She chanced a glance—the coast was clear. But as she turned to him for a full view, Alex opened his mouth wide and showed off the last remnants of masticated beef.
“Ew, you are so gross! And juvenile, what’s your deal, Alex?”
“Gotcha!”
“Might I remind you that you are supposed to be on your best behavior, we haven’t signed a new contract yet.”
“I apologize. I couldn’t resist—your expression reminded me of my sisters.”
“Oh, you have sisters—how many?”
“Four.”
“Did you say four ?”
“Yes Ma’am.”
“And you are…?”
“Smack in the middle. My older sisters used to put ribbons in my hair and my younger sisters would force me to sit at their tea parties.”
“Why didn’t they just play with one another and leave you alone?”
“’Cuz that wouldn’t have irked my dad—and annoying my dad is the most fun game of all,” he laughed.
“Will they all be at the party?”
“Of course—attendance is mandatory. Besides, it’s easy for them, they all live within shouting distance of each other.”
“Really? How unusual.”
“No, it isn’t. It’s a family requirement. Children are the must-have accessory. And having grandchildren nearby is part of the sisterhood code; showing them off is a favorite pastime in Buckhead. Also, whomever’s daughter manages to stay married to the richest son-of-a-bitch, and is able to maintain her prom weight is the winner—competition is the lifeblood of society down south.”
“So, then by those standards, you’ve lost.”
“Actually, I’ve maintained my prom weight."
Allison rolled her eyes in response.
"But, I've won, you see, because I got the hell out. And anyway, since I’m a rich son-of-a-bitch, I can get married at anytime and still enter the race.”
“You’re pulling my leg about all of this, Alex.”
“I couldn’t make this stuff up if I tried. Did I mention that my mother is a former beauty-queen winner? The information is fuzzy as to which contest she was actually a participant in, but what we all know for sure is that she WON. She pulled out the rhinestone tiara for my sisters’ weddings.”
“I guess that’s kind of sweet, that the ‘borrowed’ thing they wore was something so meaningful to their mother.”
Alex smiled, “My mother wore the tiara.”
Allison’s eyes opened wide, “Now you’re pushing it—that could not possibly have happened.”
“I think you’ll be seeing all kinds of crazy this weekend." Alexander’s eyes glinted with amusement.
Allison’s head was spinning; she was convinced that he was just amusing himself at her expense. I can’t even trust him to have a civilized conversation with me, how can I possibly trust him to run this company. I think I’ve come on
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