New Adult Romance 2-fer (39 page)

“Of course,” the lead saleswoman said, ushering the other clerks away with a terse clap of her hands.

Lucy sat there, holding her phone.  She couldn’t call anyone she knew.  Her old friends were out of the question…and her family couldn’t know about what she was up to.  Lucy hit the phonebook option on her new phone and found the numbers for Dante and Gabriel Enoch, and Enoch Industries already programmed in.  Lucy couldn’t picture Dante or Gabriel standing around helping her spend their money on a heap of designer clothes.

Luvici’s number was programmed in too.  And not just his office phone number.  It had to be his cell.  He’d been pushy on their one shopping excursion, but he’d been good company, and he had great fashion instincts.  Lucy bit her lip, weighing her options—but since she had none, the process accelerated right into her clicking his name and him picking up on the second ring.

“Did you burn a hole in the credit card already?” 

“Funny,” Lucy had to smile.  He
was
really funny.  “I haven’t actually bought anything yet.”

“What’s up?”

Lucy suddenly felt really stupid.  She should enjoy spending money on herself.  This was something she was really good at.  “I’m not having any fun,” she confessed.  “I used to do most of my shopping with my girlfriends…but they’re not my friends anymore…not that they ever really were.”—What am I saying?  He isn’t my freaking shrink!—“It’s just…”  She just couldn’t say it aloud.

“You’re lonely?” Luvici asked.

“Yeah…”  She bit her lip again, and then asked in a tone far too desperate for comfort.  “Can you come and shop with me?”

“Me?”

“Yeah, you...you were great yesterday, and I feel like I’m sinking here.”

Silence.  Then Luvici chuckled.  “I’m swamped right now, but I know the perfect someone to be your shopping buddy.  Where are you?”

Lucy told him her location, and Luvici told her to sit tight, “She’ll be there in ten minutes.”  Then he hung up.

Lucy suddenly wondered who “she” would be.  She was praying it wouldn’t be Darla.  Pretty woman, but she had a tacky edge that just wouldn’t be conducive to shopping anywhere other than Victoria’s Secret.

Ten minutes turned to twenty, and Lucy was about to just buy the meager pile of clothing she’d picked and call it a day.   Even sitting in class wouldn’t be so grueling.  At least there she was used to being ignored…though that might change now that she was getting back her mojo…and her looks.

Suddenly a gorgeous young woman in her early twenties breezed through the doors of the boutique, shot the nervous looking saleswomen with a commanding, brilliant smile, and then turned that smile on Lucy.

“I hear you need someone to help you spend the Enoch family fortune?”

Lucy smiled back.  “Some of it, at least.” 

“As long as you spend enough to make Dante’s head explode, I’m in.”  Her expression was priceless.  She was wicked and funny, and Lucy liked her immediately.   

“I take it you don’t like Dante?”

“Oh, I love the old goat…don’t tell him, he’d never let me live it down…”

Lucy suddenly felt a blush running up to her face.  “You love Dante?”  The thought of Dante as a sugar daddy to this very young beauty was enough to make Lucy gag.

“Yeah, I kind of have to…he’s my father.”

Oh…that’s better.  So I’m going to spend Enoch money with a member of the family. 

“I’m Elaina, by the way.  Elaina Enoch.”  She brushed her stunning ebony tresses over her shoulder and extended her hand to Lucy.

“Lucy Hart.”  They shook hands.  Elaina’s manicure was gorgeous, as were the rings on her fingers and the bracelets dangling from her wrists.

“I know,” she said, then turned to the saleswomen, “We’ll see everything again, and I’d kill for a Bloody Mary.”  Turning her attention back to Lucy she said, “Everyone in the family has heard about you.”

“Really?”  Lucy tired not to let her surprise show.  They only worked out the deal the day before, and already there was press going through the family about it.

“Of course.  You can’t have the Al—” Elaina coughed, “the next head of the company marrying just any Lolita he sinks his teeth into…no offense.  There will be plenty of scrutiny on you, and not all of it will be as pleasant as our little shopping date here will be.”

Lucy suddenly realized that she should be acting the part of Gabriel’s moon-eyed fiancée.  Had she already blown it?

“Well, I know it’s kind of fast, but…but I’m really in love with Gabe…I mean Gabriel.  He’s just so…”

Elaina was looking at her like she was telling the most hilarious joke.  “First thing you have to do is come up with a plausible, if not absolutely sickeningly romantic story to float with the family.  I’m surprised daddy didn’t already give you one.”

Lucy just stared slack jawed.

“But, it’ll be better if you come up with the details yourself.  Dante has no imagination, and he’s so unromantic.   I’m surprised my mother hasn’t divorced him yet.” 

Just then a salesclerk brought Elaina the bloody Mary she’d ordered, and Lucy could see a legion of saleswomen lined up with at least two items a piece in their hands.  They were practically salivating. 

“Anytime you’re ready, Miss Enoch.”  The lady practically bowed to Elaina. 

Lucy was impressed. 
This chick must shop like a maniac!

“Give us another sixty seconds, then bring over the first wave…and keep them coming.”  She turned back to Lucy.  “Just remember to tell the story the same, over and over…details are important, and the more romantic and gushy the better.  The Enoch family have weak stomachs when it comes to sticky sweet love shit.”  She took a healthy chug off her Bloody Mary before she sat down beside Lucy on the leather loveseat. 

“And don’t forget to tell Gabriel…I mean, Gabe—that’s so cute!—all the details.  It might make him want to throw up, but his story is going to have to match up with yours.”

“You’re really good at all this, aren’t you?”  Lucy said as the first fleet of designer dresses flew in for their inspection.

Elaina pointed at a stunning blue silk number with intricate bead work on the hem and neck line.  It practically screamed Valentino.  “I love that.  It would drape beautifully with your knock-out shoulders.”

Lucy looked at the dress and had to admit it was gorgeous.  She nodded her agreement. 

“And yes.”  Elaina winked.  “I’m very good at keeping the truth from the family.  I’m just surprised Daddy didn’t ask for my help earlier.”

She smiled as Elaina plucked another dress—Armani—and a lovely pair of silver Prada mules from the stream of merchandise.  “They really should have.”

She and Elaina cut a swath through four more boutiques, stopping only long enough for a quick lunch at a restaurant that would never just take walk in customers, but the moment they laid eyes on Elaina they were bumped to the top of the list and were seated and had drinks within three minutes.

She felt downright miserly compared with this chick.  Even at her best she only hit two stores a day, and though many stores catered to her, they practically fell over themselves trying to please Elaina. 

She couldn’t imagine how much money Elaina spent to deserve such devotion.  Elaina, the goddess of the shopping expedition.

They had just begun to shop in the fifth boutique when they started talking about Gabriel.  Lucy confided that even with his great looks, his personality was sorely lacking.  Elaina cackled.

“And I bet he loves you calling him Gabe!”

“Probably not, but he deserves it.”

“He does, doesn’t he?” Elaina laughed, but then sighed.  “But with a girlfriend like Delia…”  And immediately she looked like she regretted saying the name.

“That’s her name, Delia?”

Rolling her eyes, “Yep, that’s her.  Can’t stand her myself, and I just can’t see what he sees in her…but love is blind I guess.”

Lucy leaned in, very interested.  “So what’s the what?  Why is he hiding her from his folks?”

Elaina tilted her head and gave Lucy a long, hard look.  “Let’s just say that Delia would never be accepted into the family.”

Well,
Lucy thought
.  Maybe the family is a bit more bigoted than Gabriel would have me believe.
  Lucy decided she wouldn’t say this to Elaina. 

“Is it a Romeo and Juliet sort of thing?  Feuding families and bad blood?”

Elaina smiled ruefully as she repeated, “Bad blood…”  She seemed to be rolling the words around on her tongue, trying out the taste off them.  Then she smiled.  “Something like that, yes.” 

But then her head turned toward the large front windows and her smile evaporated.  “Remember I said you needed to come up with a better story about you and Gabriel?”

Lucy smiled nervously as she turned to see what Elaina was looking at.  Two tall, rather curvaceous women were standing on the sidewalk in front of the boutique, peering in through the window.  They were both dressed in elegant clothes; one in pants and a dark blue silk button down blouse, the other in a short, form fitting yellow dress.  They stood side by side, both with their purses in the crook of one arm, the other arm bent with the hand on their hip.  And they both had their heads tilted slightly, vicious smiles spreading across their faces.

“Well, get ready for your first performance.”  Elaina whispered as the two women entered the shop and made a beeline right to where Lucy and Elaina stood.

“What a coincidence!”  The one in the pants chimed.  “Elaina, we were just talking about how we haven’t even met Gabriel’s new bride-to-be.”  The two women looked over at Lucy with twin expressions of excitement and expectancy.

Elaina moved perceptibly closer to Lucy and beamed a killer smile at the two women.  “Of course.  Well, this is Gabriel’s girl: Lucy Hart.”  She placed her hands on Lucy’s shoulders protectively, flashing her dazzling smile at Lucy for a beat.  Lucy was suddenly very glad Elaina was so close.  “And these are my cousins: Sophie and Olivia Enoch.” They nodded as she said their names—so pants was Sophie, and the dress was Olivia.  Elaina squeezed Lucy’s shoulders.  “They’re my Uncle Remy’s children to his third wife.”

That mustn’t have gone over well with the two sisters, since their smiles dimmed and more than a hint of anger flared in their eyes.  They were really quite similar, not only in looks (both having caramel brown hair and dark blue eyes) but the way they reacted to things.

“A pretty name for a pretty girl,” Olivia said, extending her hand for Lucy to shake.   Her grip was firm, for a moment, and then she let go and frowned. 

“Gabriel is a lucky man,” Sophie said, her smile and eyes dismissive as they took Lucy in.  “She’s so…”  Lucy could’ve sworn she’d sniffed the air.  “Tender.” 

“Well,” Elaina interjected, “I’m afraid I have a pressing appointment and Lucy here is going to be late for a date with her fiancé.  So you will excuse us.”  She then looked around and wrinkled her nose at the merchandise hanging on racks throughout the boutique. 

“This place really didn’t have anything to offer us anyway.  Just some left over’s from last season, and a slew of prostitute wear.”  She beamed her stunning smile at the sisters and shrugged.  “So we’ll leave you two to it.” 

As Sophie and Olivia’s expressions fell and turned rather pissy, Elaina steered Lucy around the two and out the front door of the shop.  Twenty very speedy strides later Elaina burst into peals of laughter, giving Lucy a big hug as they moved down the street. 

“Now that was fun!”

ALONE
in his office at Enoch Industries, Gabriel answered an e-mail to a Malaysian computer component supplier: they would need double their previous order for this quarter.  When he proof read the message, then hit send, he checked his inbox, found nothing new, so he closed his lap-top.  Looking around his desk, all he saw was a crystal pen holder, his phone, and the brilliant shine of his black enamel desk.

This had always been the best part of his day.  Even in high school and college, once he’d gotten every last bit of work done, he felt an immense sense of peace.  Nothing orbiting on the periphery of his thoughts—that was how he liked everything, which explained the Spartan furnishings he’d chosen for his office.  Gabriel didn’t like distractions of any kind.  Single minded was what he knew people thought of him, but he knew that to keep track of such a large company as Enoch Industries you needed a clear mind.  Otherwise things could get ugly fast.

But it would be nice to have a photograph of
her
on his desk.

The thought left him momentarily breathless.  Honestly, he knew that could never happen.  Even if he tried to…Delia was renown, as was her family, quite notoriously so.  It would start a war, and though he would gladly give up anything to be with her…war would be unthinkable.

He was about to hit the intercom button and tell his assistant, Laurel, that she could go home.  He was about to wrap things up before heading off to the gym and then home.  But just as he was about to touch the button Laurel’s cheery little voice sang through the intercom and announced that his uncle Dante wanted a word.