Lie to Me: A Contemporary Billionaire BWWM Romance (9 page)

“I was in Nick’s bar – what’s it called?”

“
Nick’s
.”

“That’s the one. I’d been out of work for a while – I don’t interview well you know.”

“Really?” said Zoe, trying to sound surprised.

“It’s true. Anyway, I was talking to Nick – not angling for something but just, you know, pouring out sorrows to a bartender, telling him how I was going to lose my apartment if I didn’t find something soon (probably shouldn’t have been wasting my money on beer but – you know). I didn’t know who he was. I didn’t know he owned the bar, let alone that he had all this,” he indicated the office and the building in general, “going on.”

“And he said, ‘Do you want a job?’. Just like that. Never paused to wonder if I’d be any good at it. More impressively, he didn’t fire me when it turned out that; no, I am not any good at it.”

“That’s amazing,” said Zoe. Just when she thought she had Nick all figured out she learnt something like this. The man was an enigma wrapped in a conundrum, sealed in an asshole.

“We have sort of an unspoken arrangement,” Eddie went on, “I can have this job as long as I keep looking for another one.”

“And you’re still looking?”

Eddie nodded. “It’s harder than you might think to find something I’d be good at.”

“Oh well.”

“I guess that’s why I’m a bit nervous about,” Eddie jerked a thumb in the direction of the office door. “I think I’m probably one of the things that Mr. A thinks Mr. N is wasting money on.”

“You know you called him Nick a minute ago,” pointed out Zoe.

Eddie shrugged. “Then he was a bartender. When he’s a bartender, it’s okay for him to be Nick.”

“Fair enough.”

“It wasn’t a problem until these last few weeks,” Eddie went on. “Mr. N never came here. I only popped in once a week to pick up his mail and answer it. There really wasn’t any need. To be honest he was paying me for nothing, but I think he liked giving me the job so it didn’t seem like charity – which I guess it is. But now he’s doing this ‘project’,” he air-quoted the word, “with you, then suddenly I have to be here to organize things. I mean, if I’m honest, there’s not a lot to organize but… when you’re going from nothing to organize to something to organize then a little can seem like a lot – if you see what I mean.”

“Can’t he do it himself?” asked Zoe. One positive thing she could say about Nick was that he had never struck her a lazy.

Eddie shot a glance over his shoulder to make sure that the office door remained closed, then leaned forward to whisper. “I don’t think he’s that good at organizing stuff either.”

Zoe would really have liked to learn more about this particular area but, as soon as the words were out of Eddie’s mouth, the office door flew open, slamming into the wall with a bang that made Eddie jump out of his chair, terrified he had been caught in the act. Adam Rothberger strode out, his face flushed from shouting, his forehead knotted in fury. His eyes landed on Zoe who was staring at him, wide-eyed, standing behind the desk.

“Who the hell are
you
?!” He had no real right to question his brother’s visitors – they were
both
CEO, with no difference in the influence that they wielded, and Nick never questioned any of Adam’s appointments.

“Zoe Blanchard, Mr. Rothberger. Sir,” mumbled Zoe meekly.

“Zoe…” A succession of expressions marched with comic speed across Adam Rothberger’s face. First recognition of the name, then confusion at how the name did not match the face, then realization at why there was this change in Zoe and then horror at how thorough and effective that change had been, and finally he was back on anger, still at his brother but now with a new reason and a new focus. “Tidy yourself up!”

With this barked command delivered, Adam Rothberger strode back across to his own office, secretaries and PA’s hastily getting out of his way as he passed. The office door slammed.

“You know, you
do
look different today,” Eddie was not swift on the uptake. “Nice though.”

“Thanks,” said Zoe. It was good that her transformation was noticeable, it meant that they were on the right track, but it also reinforced some of the doubts in her head. Now she would have to have a difficult conversation with Nick, and he was bound to be in a bad mood after arguing with his brother. Oh goody.

“I’ll just see if Mr. Rothberger – Mr. N – is free,” said Eddie, reaching for the intercom with trepidation.

“I’ll just go in,” said Zoe, noting with pleasure the look of relief on Eddie’s face – if her own day seemed unlikely to get any better, she could at least improve someone else’s.

Nick looked stressed when Zoe entered, but not angry – at least not yet. Zoe took a deep breath.

“Morning.”

Nick glanced up. “Morning. I…” He paused in thought for a moment. “I’m sorry, what is it we were going to do today?”

“We were going to,” Zoe tried not to grind her teeth as she spoke the words, “try to fix my walk.”

“Right,” said Nick.

“You said I walked like John Wayne.”

“Did I? Yeah, that sounds like something I would say.” He was obviously distracted. Zoe would have had considerably more sympathy if he had not compared her gait to that of ‘the Duke’, on the other hand she was a sympathetic person (or ‘doormat’ as Alisha put it).

“Is anything wrong?”

“Something’s always wrong,” said Nick. “Why is life never easy?”

“I guess some people are just born to suffer,” said Zoe, hoping that she did not sound too sarcastic. Which wasn’t easy when she was listening to the wealthy CEO of a company, who did damn-all but draw a salary, complain about his lot in life.

“I mean, there are probably people who are worse off,” admitted Nick – it was nice to know he had that much self-awareness. “But that doesn’t make your own problems seem any less to you – you know.”

Zoe nodded; she did know. We all know. One of the major annoyances of life is that there is always someone worse off than you – nothing makes stubbing your toe on the same day as getting a massive tax bill worse than the knowledge that there is someone out there worse off, and the temptation is to think that that person is only being worse off to spite you.

“Did you want to talk about it?”
Just because
, Zoe thought,
in the big scheme of things, your problems don’t really matter, doesn’t mean that you don’t deserve a sympathetic ear.

Nick shook his head. “My shit – I’ll deal with it. Let’s get back to your walk. I thought I could demonstrate to you how a woman is supposed to move, but it turns out I’m a bit too good at walking like a lady and it started to freak me out, so instead I’ve put together some video clips that I think demonstrate elegant, ladylike movement. Then I’ll film you walking, and when you see the difference I think you’ll see how my way is better. Right let’s…”

“No,” said Zoe.

Nick stopped and frowned. “No? You think there’s a better way for you to learn this stuff?”

“No,” said Zoe. “I just…”

“Then what?”

“Just not today.”

Nick shook his head. “Walking’s too hard? There’s something you’d rather work on? How you chew gum could be improved. If you insist on chewing it. Which, actually, Vanessa wouldn’t chew gum. So improve on it by not chewing it—how’s that.”

“No, no,” continued Zoe – she felt her stomach tightening as she reached the crux of the point. “I need a break.”

“A break?!” For someone who had spent his adult life drawing a salary from a company for which he did nothing, Nick seemed surprisingly unfamiliar with the concept of ‘time off’. “What do you need a break for?!”

“It’s my Mom’s birthday this weekend…”

“She’ll have another one next year. Just send her a card.”

“I’d really like to be there. There’s a family barbeque…”

“Sounds horrifying. You should be thanking me for giving you a good excuse not to be there.”

“I enjoy it,” said Zoe pointedly.

“No,” said Nick firmly. “You don’t enjoy barbeque. Sabrina… I mean, Vanessa wouldn’t enjoy barbeque.”

“I’m not Vanessa,” Zoe reminded him. “And I don’t have to be her for a little while yet. For now I still get to be myself.
Zoe.
Remember her? And, I gotta tell you – Zoe likes barbeques.”

But Nick still shook his head. “There’s far too much work to do. There’s the walk, the whole gum thing, dining out, not talking with your mouth full…”

“Aren’t we ahead of schedule anyway?”

Nick tried to avoid her gaze, his own well-prepared schedule was suddenly his undoing. Days had been set aside at the start of this project for Zoe to be taught good business practice, but that had proved unnecessary when it turned out that Zoe knew what she was doing on the business front. Since then they had been working a few days ahead in the schedule, which meant, logically, that a weekend off would not make them behind, it would merely put them back on schedule.

“I still…” Nick began to object, although now rather half-heartedly.

“I’m going,” Zoe interrupted – time to cut to the chase. “If you choose to fire me because of it then that’s your call. But I am going. I need time to be myself.” That, if she was honest, was the real reason, the reason she could not tell Nick.

This past week she had felt as if she was losing track of who she was, losing the real Zoe behind the façade of the Zoe-Vanessa hybrid which Nick was creating. She had never even considered that a possibility, after all; who would
want
to be Vanessa? Who would be that big of a bitch by choice? But it was not as simple as that – while she still had no desire to be Vanessa
per se
, to be like Vanessa but
not
Vanessa was different. There were aspects of Vanessa’s lifestyle that were seductive and tempting: the clothes, the food, the glamour, the attitude. It drew Zoe in a way that she had not anticipated that it would.

She wanted –
she needed
– to put it aside for a few days and remind herself of who she really was before she allowed herself to be subsumed totally into this exciting new world into which Nick was indoctrinating her. And where better to get in touch with your old self than with family? If you want to be brought back down to earth, to get a taste of reality, then family will do it every time. Well, maybe not
every
time; a lot depends on the type of family that you have.

Nick frowned from behind his desk. “You really want to spend time with your family?”

“Yes.”

Nick nodded to himself. He seemed to be wondering: why would anyone want to spend time with family?

“Well, okay,” he finally accepted. “If it’s really that important to you. There’s certainly stuff here I can be getting on with while you’re gone.”

There was something about the way he said the word ‘certainly’ that made Zoe think that this ‘stuff’ he would be getting on with was the same stuff about which he and Adam had had their recent heated discussion. Something was wrong in Nick’s world, and while Nick’s world was a world in which most people would have given an arm and a leg to live, that something was clearly of importance to him. But it was none of Zoe’s business, he had not wanted to talk about it, and even if he had, it seemed unlikely that there was anything she could do to help.

“Why don’t you come with me?”

Even Zoe was surprised to hear the words coming out of her mouth. She was sure that she had not intended to say them, she was not at all sure of by what mechanism they had managed to get themselves said. But now they were out there and there seemed to be no way of taking them back.

The response those words got from Nick was one that Zoe would never have predicted and made it all the more impossible for her to take them back. His face seemed to light up with a little bulb of hope.

“Really? You’re sure? I wouldn’t be a bother? I mean; I don’t know anyone.”

“You’d be very welcome,” said Zoe, tentatively, wondering why on earth she had impulsively invited him.

He would be welcome – her family stood behind a fine Southern tradition of hospitality. They would feed anyone who needed feeding until they were ready to burst – and then some. On the other hand, having your boss along to a family party was… well, this was supposed to be
her
holiday not his, and this was the sort of thing liable to make it very difficult to relax. How was she supposed to be herself – and not Vanessa – for a weekend, when the man forcing her in the other direction was going to be there, pointing out how she walked, rolling his eyes at her clothes, tutting as she helped herself to second helping of ribs?

She looked at Nick and saw the hope glimmering in his eyes. She sighed. “You should come.”

* * *

T
he flight South
was not the most comfortable one Zoe had ever taken. Which was odd, because Nick had insisted on paying for the tickets (and Zoe had let him) and, in many ways, this was the most
comfortable
flight she had ever taken – the seats in first class were huge and engulfing, there was ample leg room for someone twice Zoe’s height, and there was complimentary food and drink. (Zoe always found it odd that the complimentary stuff was saved for the people who could have afforded to pay their own way while the poor folk back in the cheap seats had to pay outrageous prices for a bag of pretzels.)