48
Exactly That Edgy
Jennifer walked into the reception area of Blake’s headquarters and tried to calm her racing heart.
You’ve been here before, she reminded herself. And it’s just Blake, not some terrifying tech company full of people who went to Harvard.
She was wrong about that, and she knew it. There weren’t just Harvard graduates here, there were Harvard MBAs.
You’re going to be an assistant. You know how to assist. That was the next reminder. That one helped. A little.
“Hi,” she told the young woman at the sleek reception desk, which was made of some kind of exotic wood she didn’t recognize, each piece a gold and brown swirl of complicated wood grain. The receptionist was new, maybe, because she hadn’t met her. A Portland version of chic, with silver-blue hair almost as short as Dyma’s, a tiny stud in one nostril, and a henna-type tattoo on her inner forearm. “Jennifer Cardello, here to see Blake. I’m new,” she added with a smile. “A little nervous, too. First day at this location.”
“Kristen,” the woman said. “Hang on. I’ll get him for you. Wicked necklace, by the way.”
“Oh. Thanks.” It was too much. She’d told Harlan it was too much. She rarely wore jewelry, and not just because she didn’t have much. Because she didn’t call attention to herself like that.
She didn’t sit down to wait. She was too nervous. And when Blake said, “Well, hi. Early, huh,” from behind her, she jumped a mile.
“Sorry,” she said, turning to face him. “Hi. Yeah, I wasn’t sure how long it would take me to get here, so …” And snapped her mouth shut on the words.
She knew how to be Blake’s assistant. She’d been totally confident—well, almost totally—in the job in Wild Horse. Except that this wasn’t Wild Horse, and she wasn’t going to be his assistant. But still. She could do this. She didn’t have to babble and apologize.
He said, “Come on back and I’ll introduce you. But—huh.”
“What?”
He hesitated, and she said, “Come on, Blake. Spit it out.” The receptionist heard, because she looked up, and boy, did she look surprised.
Blake, though, grinned. “Well, yeah. That’s the Jennifer we know and love. Stop looking so nervous. You’re going to be great. But let me guess. Kristiansen’s buying your clothes now. What, moving you into his house wasn’t enough? I thought you were friends. That’s the story I heard. ‘We’re just friends.’ I distinctly heard that. I told Dakota I was pretty sure that wasn’t going to last. Got to say, though, I expected it to last longer than this.”
Jennifer folded her arms. “You know … this is rapidly escalating into none-of-your-business territory. Is there a point you were trying to make?”
“That necklace,” he said. “That thing’s a chain. It has a padlock.”
“It does not,” she said. “I left the padlock off. It’s a lovely string of freshwater pearls on one half, and a chain on the other. All right, a somewhat heavy chain, but that’s because it’s modern, not whatever grandma style you were expecting from me. And how do you know about the padlock anyway?”
“How do you think I know? Kristiansen’s not the only one who buys presents. Except that I’m buying that for my wife. Plus, you’re not edgy. If there’s one adjective I would use to describe Jennifer Cardello, it would not be edgy.”
“How do you know?” You didn’t rage at your boss. You didn’t call him on his stuff. You were diplomatic.
You were failing. “Maybe I’m exactly that edgy,” she told Blake. “Maybe I’m more edgy. Maybe you don’t know me nearly as well as you think you do.”
“I’ve known you for almost three years. Give me a break. Also, that necklace is about twenty-five hundred bucks, and those shoes are, what, seven-fifty? This isn’t some billionaire romance. This is a guy who’s never done ‘serious’ in his life, trying to impress you, or maybe just buy you, by giving you designer stuff.”
“Do you go around pricing designer clothing as a hobby?” she asked. “Is that it?” Trying to be lofty. Trying to keep the upper hand. Also trying not to scream at her CEO. “They were not that much, I’m sure, and neither was the necklace. It can’t have been. It’s sterling silver. The pearls are freshwater.”
“It’s Tiffany Hardwear,” he said. “Which you had to know, because I’ll bet you a hundred bucks he took you there to pick it out. Even Kristiansen isn’t buying that necklace unless he’s sure the woman wants it. What, he didn’t let you look at the price tags? Figures. The shoes are Louboutin, because they have those red soles, and you bet they cost that much.” He squinted at her like he was trying to read her mind. “He’d better not be pushing you to do anything over the top. You’re pregnant.”
“Thank you,” she said. “I hadn’t noticed. What, no comment on my dress? What’s wrong with that? Because, for your information, I look great. Also extremely professional. I am wearing a beautiful knit dress in a subdued aubergine with long sleeves, a high neckline, and a flared skirt. I’m wearing a lovely pearl necklace with a silver chain, and black suede pumps with two-inch heels. I’m the definition of professional and appropriate.”
“Dress doesn’t have a low hemline, though, does it?” Blake asked.
She sat down in one of the black-leather reception chairs and said, “Call Dakota.”
“What? I’m not calling Dakota. I’m at work. We’re here to work.”
“Yeah?” She eyed him. Jeans. White cotton button-down shirt. Cowboy boots. Three-thousand-dollar jacket. She didn’t think he had too much room to talk.
Of course, he was the CEO, which meant he got to dress however he wanted. But still. No way. She said, “Call Dakota and tell her what you just said to me. See what she says. Go on,” she added when he looked like he had no idea how to respond. “I’ll wait.”
“Fine,” he said. “You do that.” And stalked off in all his I’m-in-charge, NFL-quarterback glory.
It took her thirty seconds to calm down, and another thirty to realize what she’d just done.
She asked the receptionist, “Where’s the ladies’ room, uh … Kristen?” A good assistant always remembered names. She’d barely pulled that one out. She was also lightheaded.
“There’s one in the hallway,” Kristen said. Jennifer recognized the expression on her face from eighteen years of Dyma. That was “Oh-my-god-I-can’t-believe-it! How awesome was that?” And probably something about the Tao.
She told Kristen, “The snow goose need not bathe to make itself white. Neither need you do anything but be yourself. That’s the Tao. I’m just getting in ahead of you.”
“Uh … okay,” Kristen said.
Jennifer said, “I’ll be right back. If Blake comes out again, I did not run off in tears. I went to the ladies’ room for a minute, and I’ll be right back.”