Her Sexiest Mistake (14 page)

Mia shook her head and wondered what the hell Ted was up to now, and drove faster.

“Look at that,” Hope commented dryly from the passenger seat. “Your breakfast is working. You have the energy this morning to kick ass from the car. Usually it takes three lattes.”

“Hope?”

“Yes?” the girl asked sweetly.

“New rule. No baiting me before ten o’clock.” In the rearview mirror she checked the placement of the collar of her Michael Kors silk top, which was up to help cover the beard rash she’d gotten the night before from Kevin.

Then she noticed Hope was wearing a black T-shirt with a mock turtleneck beneath it. Also black. “Are you crazy? You’re going to melt.”

Hope fiddled with the neckline but said nothing.

Suspicion filled Mia, and reaching out, she peeled the neck of the material away from the kid.

“Hey!” She slapped Mia’s hand away, but not before Mia saw the evidence.

“Damn it, you have a hickey!”

Hope crossed her arms over her chest and slunk into the seat. “So?”

Mia pulled up to the teen center and turned to Hope. “So sex can be as bad for your health as cigarettes.”

“Jeez, I’m not having sex!”

“You’re not?”

“No, Aunt Apple, that would be
you.
” She flicked at Mia’s collar, revealing Kevin’s whisker burns.

They stared at each other, Hope’s gaze filling with a slow, seething resentment.

“Okay,” Mia said, fixing her collar again. “Okay, listen. Maybe we both need to slow down a little.”

“I’m not the one with the false accusations, thank you very much.”

“I mean in general. Maybe try to be less…worldly, and more…tolerant of each other.”

Hope arched a brow. “
You’re
going to be more tolerant?”

“Hey, I will if you will.”

Hope’s nose nearly hit the top of the Audi. “I’m perfectly tolerant.”

“Then what’s with all the screwing with the music, the phones lines, the ice makers of the world? You’re practically shouting
Look at me, I need attention!
”

Hope rolled her eyes. “Fine. Maybe I could be slightly more tolerant of your life.”

That seemed too easy, and Mia eyed her a moment. “So you’re going to stay out of trouble today?”

“Yeah.” Hope was staring at the high school. “I wish I could take summer school.”

“You’ll be home this weekend. By Monday you can be signed up—”

“Here. I want to take the science class here. With Kevin. He said I could add it—”

“Hold on.” Mia removed her seat belt and turned in her seat to face Hope. “You talked to Kevin about this?”

“Well, yeah. He said it was no big deal to add—”

No big deal? Jesus.
What did he know of her life? Or the additional stress this would cause? “Hope,” she said gently. “You’re going home this weekend.”

“Right.” Hope looked down at her clenched hands. “Because you hate having me here.”

“Now, listen—”

“No, I get it. Loud and clear. Nice tolerance, Aunt Apple.” She opened the passenger door and sprinted out toward the teen center.

“Hope!”

But the kid didn’t stop.

Mia watched her go, thinking she was getting good at alienating people. Real good.

A
t the teen center, Kevin paced his office and looked at his watch. Again. There was a staff meeting this morning with a couple members of the board, who were in the kitchen getting their coffee, waiting for Kevin. And Mike. In less than sixty seconds, Mike was going to be late. Damn it, he’d woken him up with plenty of time to get here, and now—

The door opened. Mike poked his head in. Smiled, though it didn’t quite meet his eyes.

Kevin let out the breath he’d been holding and pointed to his watch.

Mike lifted his wrist.
Sorry, no watch.

Kevin shook his head.
You’ve got to get it together.

Mike’s not-quite-real smile faded entirely.
Gee, Mom, relax.

You were nearly late.

Nearly doesn’t count except in horseshoes and hand grenades.

Yeah, yeah, let’s go.
He moved to the door but then hesitated, fighting the urge to give Mike a list. Remember to look into their eyes. Remember to keep your cool. Remember…

But determination and pride blazed from Mike’s eyes, and Kevin didn’t sign a word except
It’s going to be fine.

Mike stared at him, then let some of the smile come back.
Always is.

Hope tried to not seethe with resentment watching Adam play Ping-Pong with Amber, a popular girl with perfect hair, perfect makeup, and a perfect body clad in bright sunshine yellow. Hope needed sunglasses just to look at her.

Feeling someone’s eyes on her, she looked up and found Cole watching her. She hadn’t talked to him since that day she’d seen him go out Kevin’s classroom window and had driven the Audi over the field to give him a ride—or would have given him a ride if Kevin hadn’t stopped them.

She hadn’t avoided him on purpose—well, maybe she had a little. It was just that he was no more popular than she was, and she’d wanted something different here.

Not that
that
had materialized for her.

Cole smiled. Embarrassed to have been caught staring at Adam, she looked away. Her metal belt cut into her hips, her stud bracelets clanked together noisily as she walked to the electronic dartboard on the wall, and suddenly she wished she wasn’t wearing any of it.

There was a game in progress, with a group of middle schoolers. These kids were younger and actually seemed to like her, so she stayed, regaling them with her stories, all of which were made up, of course. She had an entire background fabricated: she was the lone daughter of a wealthy couple who were older and traveled to places like the Greek islands and east Africa. At the moment, they were on a world cruise and she was stuck here with Mia against her will because her nanny had run off with their chef. In fact, her aunt hated having her here, hated it so much that she threatened to beat Hope every single night if Hope didn’t perform a long list of chores like she was Cinderella or something.

Just yesterday Adam had been totally impressed by the story, but today he was busy with Amber.

It was because she hadn’t put out the other night, she knew it. He’d been into her then. She should have just done it, gotten it over with.

Cole gestured to the darts. “Can I play?”

“All yours,” Hope said and handed the darts over without looking at him. Undoing the top two buttons of her top, she headed for Adam.

He looked up when she got closer, and then took a second look at the visible mark he’d put on her neck.

Next to him, Amber frowned.

“Coming over tonight?” Hope murmured to Adam.

His gaze dropped to her breasts. “I don’t know.”

“Because I’m feeling
much
better,” she assured him and absorbed his hungry smile.

Mia’s day did not go as planned. She spent the morning at a client’s office, and when she checked her messages, she had a cryptic “Call me” from Dick, and another, even more cryptic “Oh, boy” from Tess.

Neither answered her return call, and when she got back to her building and pushed the elevator button, the doors opened to reveal Tess.

She stepped off, holding a box with her personal items, and Mia’s stomach rolled over. “What the hell?”

“Well, it’s a good news, bad news sort of thing,” Tess said like always, but utterly without the usual smile. In fact, her eyes were red, she wore no lip gloss, and her face was pale.

Mia’s cell began to vibrate, but she ignored it, her eyes locked on Tess’s face. “Bad news first.”

Tess stepped off the elevator. “I quit.”

“Oh, no you didn’t.” Mia tried to grab the box out of her hands.

Tess held firm. “Ask me for the good news.”

“Tess—”

“Ask me.”

“Fine. What’s the good news?”

“After I quit, Dickhead fired me, so I think that means I can get unemployment.”

“What?”

“Yeah.” Tess shook her head and began to walk. “Ted is such an asshole.”

“Tell me something I don’t know.” Mia turned and followed her through the huge lobby, with no idea where they were going.

“He got this sort of sick thrill by pushing my buttons, you know?”

Mia did know. It drove her crazy that Ted picked on Tess. But to work there without her warm, easy support…Damn it, Mia couldn’t even imagine. “Go on,” she said tightly.

“You’ve already heard all this. He kept giving me stuff to do that wasn’t my job and wanting me to do it ahead of everyone else’s stuff. It was rude, but I could have dealt with that.” Tess was talking like this was no big deal, but Mia knew Tess needed this job financially.

And Mia needed her. Not financially, but in every other way. “Oh, Tess.”

Tess stopped in front of the donut stand, put down her things, and bought a dozen. “He talked to me like I was an idiot, but I could handle that, too.” She offered a donut to Mia, who felt like eating the whole box. “But this morning he was going through the other reps’ sales files, yours included.”

“What?”

“Yeah, looking at the trafficking reports, at your media research, all for the Anderson account. When
I
caught him at it, he had the nerve to tell Dickhead that I was setting him up to fail, that I wasn’t giving him important messages, that
I
was giving confidential information to other reps, doing everything I could to sabotage him. And then he told Dickhead that’s how you got the Anderson account.”

Mia stared at her. “This is insane. I’m going to get your job back, Tess. I’m going to—”

Tess’s eyes filled with tears, and Mia wanted to kick something. Preferably Ted’s balls.

“No,” Tess said with a sniff. “Don’t. Don’t jeopardize yourself.”

“I don’t care about that.”

But Tess was shaking her head. “I won’t come back here.”

“Tess—”

“I mean it, Mia. I won’t, not even for you. I have better things ahead for me.”

“Like what?”

“Like…Cookie Madness.”

Cookie Madness was a fun thing, a make-a-little-extra-money thing, not a living thing. Mia put her hands on Tess’s arms, her throat tight. “Tess—”

“It’s what I want.”

Mia studied her best friend, felt her heart tug, and nodded. “Then I’ll help you.”

“I’ll count on it.”

Mia ate an entire donut standing up. “What am I going to do without you?”

“Oh, honey. You don’t need me. You never have.” Leaning in, Tess kissed her on her cheek. “Your cell is vibrating, I can hear it from here. Go on up. I’ll be okay.”

“Tess—”

“Go. You have that meeting in twenty. If you lose the Anderson account now, I’ll never forgive you.”

Mia’s throat closed, and she watched Tess walk away, head high. “Tess.”

Tess turned back.

“You’re sure?”

Tess’s eyes were glittering with pride. “Very. Now go kick ass.”

Oh, she intended to.

It felt so odd to be stressed about work, Mia thought on the drive home. Always she’d thrived on the intensity of it all, but suddenly it felt like too much. Tess was gone, Tami and Steven were gone, everyone else was nervous about the layoffs…

Well, except Margot, who, also now missing an assistant, asked Mia if she was going to walk off like Ted had, because she would like Mia’s office.

Ted didn’t say anything to Mia at all, but he didn’t have to; his knowing smirk said it all.

And if work wasn’t enough, Sugar left a message on Mia’s cell saying this weekend was bad for her as well. And nothing, nothing at all, was as it should be in Mia’s world.

Which reminded her, damn it, she had to pull over and do a U-turn because she’d forgotten Hope at the teen center.

Nice, Aunt Apple.

When she finally pulled up at the place, she found a car wash in action. High schoolers held up signs or directed cars toward more kids waiting with sponges and buckets.

Mia parked and got out in the blazing heat. Music boomed, and thanks to the education Hope had given her, she recognized 50 Cent rapping about all things sexual. The teens were mostly wet and soapy, having a grand old time as they washed cars for cash. In the beating-down heat, Mia searched the masses for Hope but couldn’t find her.

Mike was exchanging hose warfare with two boys over a Honda; another group was doing the same over a Toyota truck. There was a gaggle of girls wriggling signs that read
HELP US KEEP OUR TEEN CENTER, LET US WASH YOUR CAR, HAND WASH!!

She saw a man in front of a Jeep filling a bucket from the hose. Bent at the waist, he was shirtless, his jeans rolled up to his shins, feet bare. Kevin straightened, his torso broad and leanly muscled, his belly flat and ridged. His gaze locked right on her, hose still held loosely in his hand at his side as he smiled.

Mia got hotter, and she realized she’d smiled first, a big, fat dopey one. Good Lord, she needed to have that fixed. No smiling. Not today. Today sucked.

Dropping the hose, Kevin came toward her in that loose-limbed, easy gait he had. “Hey.”

“Hey yourself. So how many more cars do you need to wash to buy the teen center?” she asked, her pulse quickening for no reason other than he looked damn good.

“Just about every single one in the state of California.”

She sighed. “I’m sorry.”

“Yeah. Thanks.”

“Where’s Hope?” She tore her gaze off him and searched the crowd. “I don’t see her.”

“Look again,” he suggested and pointed back toward the Jeep.

Mia swiped her damp forehead and scanned the group. Just a girl in jean cutoffs and a white T-shirt working the sponge over the wet windows, her hair stuffed beneath a Dodgers baseball cap. “I don’t see—” Her gaze froze, widened. “My God.”

Kevin laughed.

The girl was Hope, sans black clothing, sans black makeup. “I can’t believe it. Where’s all the black?”

“She got wet and borrowed some clothes from another girl.”

“Ah, so the change is only temporary.”

Kevin shrugged. “I don’t know. Maybe you should tell her you hate it, and then she’ll keep at it.” At her soft agreeing laugh, he shifted a little closer and ran a finger over her cheek. “So what’s up with you today?”

His voice was warm and deep, and sent a bolt of pure lust through her so that she crossed her arms over her hopeful nipples. “Nothing.”

“You are such a liar. A pretty one, but a liar nonetheless.” He stepped even closer.

Stressed and weak and down, she became extremely aware of his bare torso, tough with strength, a golden red from being in the sun. Broad shoulders on which to set her head. Lust she could deal with. But the yearning that followed that lust was hard to take. “Just a bad day,” she finally answered.
I want to bite you and then lick you from head to toe…

“Queen Mia.” He let out another laugh that somehow made her want to press her face to the crook of his neck and hold on.

Hold on.

Terrifying thought. “I’m not the queen of much today,” she admitted, and at his easy, thoughtful look that said
Tell me all about it,
she felt her throat tighten. “Tess got fired, my new account is being taken over by the king of all assholes, and Sugar is too busy for her own daughter.”

“Been through the wringer today, have you?”

“To say the least.”

“You could keep Hope.”

“I can’t do that.”

“Why?”

“Why?” She searched for the reasons, telling herself there were just so many. “Because I have a life.”

“Right. And it’s full and perfect, right? No need to make any changes to it, not when you have it all.”

“Don’t start with me.”

“Oh, that’s right. I’m only good for the stress relief. The horizontal kind.”

She felt a reluctant smile tug at her lips. “Horizontal? We’ve been vertical plenty, as I recall.”

He looked at her mouth and shook his head, an unwilling smile on his own lips. “I do like the look of that smile on you.”

She met his eyes, saw the flicker of heat and reluctant affection, and felt some reluctant affection of her own kick in. Damn it. “You look good all wet and soapy, Mr. McKnight.”

“You trying to change the subject?”

She opened her purse and pulled out a twenty. “For the cause?”

He arched a brow. “You want me to wash your car?”

“Yep, while I watch. Unless my money isn’t good here.”

He snatched the twenty from her fingers, then waved at Mike, who sauntered over, dressed pretty much the same as Kevin. He took the twenty and stuck it in a cash box.

Kevin signed something, and Mike grinned as he walked away.

“What did you tell him?” Mia asked, shifting her feet on the baking asphalt.

“That I was going to give you the works.”

“Hey!”

“Your car.” His expression was all innocence. “I was talking about your car. Wait here. I’ll call Hope over to help.”

“Yeah, about that…” Mia winced. “That sucky day I mentioned? It also includes the disagreement we got into this morning. She’s not happy with me.”

“Well, it’s possible her day has been worse than yours. There’s apparently some question of whether Adam is going out with Hope or Amber.”

Mia followed Kevin’s gaze to a pretty little blonde, leading a cheer on the sidewalk to attract more cars. She was everything Mia—and Hope—had never been. “That punk.”