How to Resist Prince Charming(52)

“Oh, right. Sorry. I don’t know if you remember me. I’m Greg Scanlon. We met at the Wild Side Night Club a couple months ago.”

Okay, now that was weird. Lenna couldn’t remember anyone named Greg. And she hadn’t been to a club in...well, not since the night she’d brought Braxton back to her apartment from a club.

“I was with your dad’s boss,” Greg clarified. “Braxton Farris.”

“Oh,” Lenna said quickly.

Ohhh. He was that guy. Sadly, she barely remembered him. But really, what was he doing, calling her? Was Braxton okay?

“Anyway,” Greg went on after pausing to clear his throat. “I’m looking for some help at my company, ProTech, and my man Brax mentioned your name.”

ProTech? Growing more and more intrigued, Lenna replied, “Okay.”

“Great. So, here’s the deal,” Greg said. “ProTech provides different websites with internet security, right?”

He waited a beat as if he expected Lenna to reply, so she quickly answered, “Right.”

Sure. Whatever.

“And we’ve been doing this really awesome job. Not to toot my own horn or anything, but we’ve been getting business out the—” He coughed to keep himself from cursing. “Anyway, we’ve started to get business from these foreign places needing our services. But...” he snorted. “No one can understand what the heck the sites are about because, well, they’re foreign. Most of them aren’t in English. And, sure, java and HTML is universal, but we’d still like to know what they’re saying on the web front. Therefore, what I’ve been looking for is someone to translate these sites for our security team in order for us to be able to, you know, better expand our business internationally. And Farris said the daughter of one of his employees—that would be you—was really good with translating different languages.”

“Oh,” Lenna said in surprise. They needed a translator. The guy wanted her to come work for him as a translator.

Oh, wow.

“But...” She winced. “I only know French. I mean, that’s the only language where I’m adept. I can probably do passably in Spanish, and I know minimal Italian. But I’m not very—”

“Hell, French, Spanish and Italian are a heck of a lot more than anyone around here knows.”

“But—” she said again. Dear Lord, was this really happening? Someone was calling to offer her a dream job of a lifetime, and she was arguing with him?

“Why don’t you just come by ProTech and talk to me some time. I’ll show you a few websites, and we’ll see if you think you can figure them out. It’s not like you have to know the translations immediately, anyway. You can always cheat and look up words, or contact a professional translator who can help you. I just need someone to do that specific job. How does that sound?”

“It sounds wonderful,” she blurted out. But there was no way she was in any way qualified for the position.

“Awesome,” Greg said. “How about you swing by ProTech at, say, nine tomorrow morning?”

Lenna was flabbergasted, absolutely speechless. She bobbed her head vigorously before she realized he couldn’t see her silent answer.

Then, unable to contain her excitement, she burst out—a little too vociferously—“Yes! Oh, my God. Yes. Thank you so much, Mr...” Shoot! What was his last name again?

He chuckled. “Just call me Greg. We’re pretty informal around here.”

“Thank you, Greg. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

After he disconnected, Lenna stared at the phone and then let out a shrill scream of excitement. Falling back on her bed, she stared at the ceiling and grinned. She had an interview in the morning.

And she had Braxton to thank for it.



It was nearly nine that night by the time Braxton made it home. Delightfully surprised to find a gorgeous blonde sitting on his front step, his heart rate picked up, and his shoulders tensed in anticipation. He could definitely get used to coming home to a sight like this.

He cut the engine, snagged his briefcase from the passenger seat, and hopped out of his Land Rover, hurrying around the hood toward her as she got to her feet.

He was about to ask her what she was doing off work so early when she said, “Where were you? I took off work early to talk to you, and I’ve been waiting here ever since.”

“Lenna, Jesus, I’m sorry,” he answered, drained after the day he’d put in. “I wished I’d known that; I would’ve called. After going international, we’ve been swamped in the office, so I decided to put in a little overtime.”

“Overtime?” Lenna repeated as if she didn’t believe him. “Company presidents still have to work overtime?”

Braxton nodded and slowed to a stop. “The good ones certainly do.” The smile slipped off his face as he noticed how accusing her gaze appeared. “What’s up? Everything okay?”

“Did you tell one of your friends about me today?” she asked, coming straight to the point.

Worry laced his stomach and it stirred uneasily. Oh, Lord, he hadn’t thought she’d be mad at him over his call to Greg. He hadn’t even considered that possibility.

“I...I...I didn’t tell him about us,” he reassured her.

“But you mentioned my name?” she pressed.