Kelly Jamieson - Sweet Deal

Shelby approached her bosss corner office with all the enthusiasm of approaching the cockroach exhibit at the zoo. Stomach in knots, she sucked in a long, slow breath and straightened her shoulders. She knew why hed called her to his office. Everyone had been waiting all week for the announcement. Hed made a decision about who was going to manage the new claims payment system project.

She paused outside Andrews door where his secretary sat behind her desk, laughing and talking in low tones with two other women. When she saw Shelby, her smile disappeared and she stopped talking. Both the other women turned to look at Shelby, and their laughter immediately dried up, an uncomfortable silence thickening around them.

Shelby smiled at the women. Hi, Susan, she said brightly. Andrew wanted to see me.

Hes waiting for you, Susan said in a chilly tone. Go on in.

Thanks.

Shelby poked her head in the office at the same time she gave a few soft raps on the door. Sunlight poured in through floor-to-ceiling windows, flooding the plush carpet with light and illuminating the green leaves of the tropical plants arranged in one corner. Andrew sat behind his desk at the far end of the spacious room, his dark blond hair gleaming in the bright light.

A smile spread across his tanned face when he saw her. Shelby.

He pushed back from his desk and rose. He strode from behind the L-shaped furniture and walked toward her, warmth sparkling in his hazel eyes, his expensive suit tailored to his broad shoulders. Only two years older than she, hed already risen to the position of Director of Project Management at Gold Shield Insurance.

Hey, nice dress. His eyes moved admiringly over her. Is that new?

Her smile tightened just a fraction. Yes, it is. Thanks.

Have a seat. He gestured toward the round table where they often had meetings and she pulled out a chair, sat and crossed her legs. She set her leather-bound notebook on the table and folded her hands over it, trying to ignore the fluttering sensation inside her.

Andrew pulled out a chair and dropped into it with an easy, athletic grace. He swept a hand over his short hair. So, you probably know why I wanted to meet with you.

Her stomach cramped even more, but she kept her smile firmly in place. I assume its about the payment project.

Yeah. His own smile broadened. I can finally announce whos going to be the project manager on that one. His eyes glowed with fondness as he gazed at her across the table.

No. No. Please, please dont let it be me.

Its you, Shelby.

His words were no surprise. Shed known he was going to tell her that. But the sudden accumulation of saliva in her mouth and the churning of her stomach made her afraid she was going to vomit right there in her bosss office.

She wanted to protest. No, not me, she silently insisted. Please not me. This is a huge mistake.

But Andrew waited with an expectant smile for her reaction. Feeling almost dizzy with the effort to not burst into tears, she pulled her mouth into what she hoped resembled a smile. She tried to speak, but the words stuck in her throat.

Get a grip, get a grip.

Thank you, she finally managed to croak. Im so happy.

She wasnt the best person for this job. She knew it. Everyone else at Gold Shield Insurance knew it too. There were already too many people who resented her, just like Susan, and there were too many people who were talking about her. About her and Andrew.

About how he kept giving her the best projects to work on even though other project managers had more experience than her. About how shed been promoted while others whod been at Gold Shield much longer than she hadmen and womenwere passed over. About how she and Andrew often had coffee together. And lunch together.

Therell be some travel involved in this project, Andrew said. Well need to go to New York next month.

We? The question squeaked out before she could stop it, but once again she already knew the answer. Her stomach swooped again.

Yeah. Ill be coming with you, Andrew said easily, leaning back in his chair and smiling again. I plan to be fairly involved in this project, since its so high profile.

And costly, she added unhappily, eyeing him across the table, her fingers curled around the edge of her notebook.

That too. His brow creased just a little. But itll have a big impact on customer service. Youre happy about this, arent you, Shelby?

Of course I am! Again, she stretched her mouth into a smile. You know Im always interested in new challenges. In learning more. Although, I do think Brad Amando would have had a lot to contribute to this project. He has a lot of experience working with both those departments and hes very smart.

Andrew frowned. Well, yeah, you can tap him as an additional resource if you want to bring him into the project team. But you will be the manager.

Of course.

She tried to relax her tight fingers, tried to calm the flock of fluttering birds in her abdomen. She could do it. Truthfully, heading it up was exciting. She did love a challenge. She wanted to take on additional learning opportunities. She wanted to advance in the company. And she desperately, painfully, wanted to keep this job.

She needed to keep that confident faade firmly in place, even though on the inside she couldnt help but wonder if Andrews faith in her was somewhat misplaced. Shed been successful in the other projects shed been involved in since starting at Gold Shield Insurance a year ago, but even that hadnt completely rebuilt the confidence that had been eroded at her last job.

And working her way up wasnt that much fun when she was as popular with her coworkers as a telemarketer at dinner time.

This weekend is the big company picnic, Andrew noted, his eyes still fastened on her with disturbing warmth. Youre coming, of course?

Oh yes, of course I am.

Another opportunity to network and socialize with management. She knew how important those social events were.

We should go together, Andrew said.

What the hell? Go to the picnic together? Her stomach bottomed out and her mind raced. That was such a freakin bad idea. She had to get out of this! But how?

With you and your wife? she asked, heart thudding wildly.

Oh, Gianna probably wont come, he replied, that faint crease appearing between his brows again. She doesnt enjoy company functions.

Yeah, that wasnt good. All the other spouses would be there. That was how it went at Gold Shield. Even kids would be there. The social committee had been busy organizing events for the younger guests, including volunteers who would supervise the kids so the adults could still have a good time on their own.

Shelby sucked briefly on her bottom lip, her mind still searching for a way to get out of this. There was no possible way she could go to the picnic with Andrew. People were talking about them enough already, and would be even more after the announcement about the new project was made public.

Shit. She lifted a hand and pushed her hair back. Actually, she said, trying desperately for light and casual. Ive been seeing someone and I was going to bring him to the picnic.

Andrews brows snapped together and his posture tightened. Oh, he said. His gaze lasered onto her. Really? I didnt know youd been seeing someone.

Oh yeah, for a while now, she said, waving a hand and smiling. Hes such a nice guy.

Now his eyebrows flew up. Really?

She nodded and smiled. Damn, damn, damn. This was a total fabrication but she had to get him off her case somehow. Ambitious and driven as she was, she did not want her reputation being ruined yet again by a horny boss who couldnt keep his pants zipped.