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back in its place. “I promise your secret is safe with me. I heard nothing from you, and I’ll leave now so she doesn’t see me here.”
    “Thank you, Maxim. I hope the answers I gave make your job easier so Caroline doesn’t get upset with you too.”
    So sweet.
    “Sweetheart, trust me when I say that Caroleena will never treat me like that. I don’t allow it. Ever. She’ll speak to me respectfully, or she won’t speak at all. I don’t tolerate screaming and yelling directed at me.” He patted the counter in front of Samantha as he put his coat back on. “Maybe I’ll teach you how to be a little more assertive too.”
    “That’d be awesome. I need a little help with that — most days.”
    “You’re a great woman, Samantha. You have no need to change. You just need coaching on how to demand the same respect you show others.”
    He waved as he stepped into the elevator. He’d need to come up with a way to make Caro see how her behavior affected those around her. He believed that she was a good girl. But he would help her with some goals, not just for her weight and health, but for her overall character too.

 
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter Six
     
    C aroline sat in the back of her vehicle, watching the bustle of Manhattan, thinking about her latest encounter with that smarmy prick, Derek.
    “Caroline. Nice to see you.” He’d lewdly let his gaze glide up and down her body.
    She had to admit he’d looked handsome in his tailored suit, but as always, as soon as he’d opened his mouth to speak, it no longer mattered how impeccable his appearance was.
    “Derek. How’re you?” She’d put on her best fake cheerleader smile. How did the saying go? Never let them see you sweat.
    His eyes had been focused on her hips, and he’d even made a show of leaning around to see her ass. “Funny. I thought I’d see an improvement — a little less junk in the trunk, if you know what I mean. Maybe you’re not following the rules very well.”
    Rolling her eyes, she’d bit the inside of her cheek to keep from lashing out at him. “Whatever are you rambling about, Derek?”
    “Your new fitness chef. What’s his name again?” He made a show of trying to remember, tapping his chin as if he’d been trying to recall the name, then snapped his fingers. “Oh, yes! Maxim Volkov. How’s he working out? Obviously, he’s no miracle worker.”
    How in the name of hell had he of all people found out about Maxim? One of her damn staff must have leaked it. Or he just had his own staff scope her out. Either way, it upset her that he knew the comings and goings of her personal life.
    “He’s amazing. Best decision I’ve ever made. Thank you for asking, Derek.” It was her turn to make a dig. She’d made a show of looking him up and down as well. “It appears that some of the after work dinners and cocktails may be finding a home — in your gut. Would you like Maxim to recommend a fitness chef for you too? Locating one in the city shouldn’t be difficult.”
    Derek’s eyebrows furrowed and he’d straightened his posture, she’d assumed to hide the very gut she referred to. His had started to show recently, perhaps because he was pushing toward forty. “No, thank you. I’ll hire my own staff. I don’t need recommendations from Caroline Turner. Again, we’ll have to see if he’s worth the pay you’re giving him. By the looks of it, I’m beginning to think it’s been a waste of your resources.”
    He’d looked at his watch then. “I need to run. Catch you again sometime soon, I’m sure. Take care and good luck on losing some of that ass.” He smirked at her before pivoting and leaving the building, hailing a cab just outside the lobby door.
    “Caroline?”
    Jason startled her back to the present. The vehicle stopped outside of her building. “Sorry, Jason. I guess I was daydreaming. I’ll see you this evening, same time.” She climbed out, closing the door harshly.
    Walking into her reception