Carly Phillips - Secret Fantasy

A book in the Fantasies Inc. Series, 2001

MERRILEESCHAEFER-WESTON flipped through the freshly delivered paperwork on her desk. The file in her hand held detailed information on Juliette Stanton-her likes, dislikes, dress size and even shoe size. Everything and anything necessary to prepare and make a womans fantasy come true. Juliette Stanton, otherwise known as Chicagos Runaway Bride, was an unwilling public figure thanks to the scandal surrounding her aborted wedding and her illustrious senator fathers reputation. Now she was a client of Fantasies, Inc.

Merrilee read the first question she posed to all clients, though she knew the words by heart. What is your fantasy?

The answer always proved to be elusive. In Juliette Stantons case: To experience the luxury of being catered to and doted upon by a very special man. To feel desirable, be the center of his universe and forget the hurt of a broken engagement.

Now this was what Fantasies, Inc. was all about. Merrilees four lush island resorts were founded for the express purpose of making peoples dreams, wishes and longings come true. And though she could give Juliette only what she sought, Merrilee always tried to go that one step further, by giving her guests a happier ending than she, herself, had had.

A knock sounded at the door, calling her attention. She rose, expecting her ten oclock appointment. Come in.

The door opened and a tall, imposing-looking man entered the room. Mr. Houston? At his nod, she gestured for him to enter. Im Merrilee Schaefer-Weston. Welcome to Secret Fantasy. I hope you had a good flight?

He settled himself in the chair in front of her desk. Perfect. Call me Doug, please. He treated her to a charming grin that no doubt worked wonders on any eligible, breathing younger woman.

She braced her hands on the desk and got to the point. I assume you have a fantasy you want fulfilled?

Doesnt everybody?

Thanks to this business Ive discovered that to be true.

Though he laughed, Merrilee recognized his reluctance to talk. Would you prefer to tour the island before revealing your fantasy?

He shook his head and shifted uncomfortably in his seat. Im a reporter for the Chicago Tribune.

Interesting, Merrilee thought. And as she looked into his eyes, she realized his discomfort was real. Go on, please.

He cleared his throat. Im coming off a relationship that ended badly. I was involved with a woman for the last two years but I wasnt ready to commit. I didnt tell her that though. He ran a hand through his black hair. Still, I thought things were going well-but appearances can be deceiving.

And relationships can be messy and sometimes unpleasant.

You understand.

She nodded. More than he knew. She glanced at the thin band of gold and rubies encircling the third finger on her right hand-a symbol of the love shed had too briefly and lost as a result of the Vietnam War. Her life hadnt gone as planned, but then whose did? Fate generally took over. How does your recent past relate to your present desire? she asked Doug.

My ex and I shared business and pleasure. We had fun and because she was well-connected in certain social circles, I trusted her information. He shook his head, his frustration obvious.

I take it she wasnt reliable?

She was reliable until she asked outright when Id be ready to get married. I wasnt. But she seemed to accept it well, or so I thought. But she decided I was using her and fed me information that, inexplicably, I could no longer confirm once my story ran. His lips twisted in a wry grin. The typical woman scorned.

And were you? Using her, I mean?

He paused, giving her question thought. That he didnt answer her with an outright no told Merrilee he valued truth as much as she did.

He let out a groan. At the time I would have said no. But looking back, I suppose half the thrill of the relationship was the personal-as opposed to professional-in she gave me to certain social circles and people I wanted to expose.

She appreciated his honesty and nodded in empathy. And now youre here. So tell me-what is your fantasy?

He leaned forward in his seat. To make up for what Ive done. I need to be able to look at myself in the mirror. He drew a deep breath. I need to know I can put a woman before myself.

So youre asking me to

Pair me up with Juliette Stanton, Chicagos Runaway Bride. I know shes booked to come down here.

Merrilee narrowed her gaze. And you know this how? Because if hed gone to the trouble to hunt Juliette down and discover information other reporters hadnt, his agenda would bring Merrilee as well as Juliette Stanton nothing but trouble.

A tip from someone who felt I needed to know. Look, that story I just mentioned? It involved Juliette Stantons fianc. And I have a hard time believing her run from the altar was coincidence. The gossip rags are holding her up for ridicule and the radio stations are running contests about why she ran. My gut tells me the womans hurting and Im the cause. I want to help her get past it.

And what of your journalistic instincts? How do I know you arent looking to expose her story like the rest of the reporters out there? How do I know you wont use the information should it fall into your lap? Merrilees business and reputation, and Juliettes well-being, hinged on his answer and his sincerity.

She held his gaze, making sure she didnt miss anything, from a tic in his jaw to a flash of guilt in his eyes. But all she discovered was his ability to look her head-on.

He raised his shoulders in a shrug. You dont. Any man you fix her up with can conceivably find out the same information and use it against her whether hes a reporter or not.

Merrilee nodded. He had a point. Anyone could potentially uncover the reasons Juliette had run from the altar and expose them for money or personal gain-something Juliette, the senators daughter and runaway bride had to know going into her fantasy. She hadnt put any restrictions or limitations on who or what kind of man she wanted to fulfill her needs. Merrilee inclined her head and waited for him to continue.

He didnt disappoint her. Look, Im here, Im spilling my guts and Im giving you my word-Im not looking to hurt her. Thats the best I can do.

Merrilee nodded slowly. Tell me something, Doug. Do you believe in happily ever after? Merrilee needed to know more about Doug Houstons character and intentions before she agreed to any match.

His eyebrows crinkled and his jaw clenched tight, then he let out a loud breath of air. Yes, maam, I do. My parents are celebrating their fortieth anniversary this year.

Thats wonderful, but evasive. Not that Im surprised, since youre a reporter. But do you believe in happily ever after for you?

If I found the right woman, and if she could put up with me, then yes, I do. His blue-eyed stare never wavered, then obviously satisfied hed made his point, he stood. I wont take any more of your time but Id appreciate it if youd think about my request and get back to me.

Ill do that. Merrilee rose and shook Dougs hand before letting him go. He shut the door behind him.

She clasped her hands in front of her, on top of Juliette Stantons file, and paused in thought. Merrilee had been in this business a long time and based her decisions on experience, instinct and faith. She could deny Doug Houston his request, a risk hed taken laying all his cards on the table. Or she could let fate take over.