A Reclusive Heart (Hollywood Hearts #2)(4)

The poor thing was going to have a hard enough time here, he could just tell with that shy manner and frumpy clothes. There was no need to add to it. In fact, his plan was to stay away from the poor thing and sit back and watch. Maybe she’d provide him with another good laugh.

“So, Nick, I was wondering what you were doing tonight,” Beth or Janet or was it Marcy? said.

“Washing my hair,” he answered, hoping she’d take the hint and finally move on. For six months she’d been after him and not just for a good reason like hot sweaty sex. No this one had relationship written all over her. She wanted to “change” him.

Yeah, good luck with that.

Even if he didn’t date co-workers or clients he wouldn’t touch this woman with a ten foot pole. She wore too much makeup, too much perfume, ugly ass clothes and was known to plan the perfect wedding ten minutes after some dumb bastard asked her out.

Before she could reply, Rick strolled in, looking pleased as punch with the little recluse following reluctantly after him. Hmm, Rick must have tackled her, because he was pretty sure the woman was going to make a run for it and never come back. Now she was here to keep him entertained.

Excellent.

“Have a seat,” Rick said with a warm smile to the little recluse.

She smiled weakly as she took the chair across from him and looked shyly around, noticeably avoiding him. He took in her thick, too long strawberry blonde hair that was twisted into some horrible knot at the back of her head, her thick framed glasses and ugly baggy suit. Who dressed this woman? As if she sensed his gaze, a deep red blush crept up her neck. He didn’t even bother to bite back a smile.

This was just too good. He liked the idea of a woman leaving him alone and providing him with entertainment. It really didn’t get any better than this.

Rick walked over to the chair at the head of the boardroom table and waited for everyone to sit down and settle in for the meeting.

“Good morning, everyone. I hope you all enjoyed yourselves last night.”

There were several words of agreement before Rick continued. “Everybody did an excellent job. Edward and Dana sent their thanks this morning as well as an insane amount of pastries and muffins. So it would be much appreciated if at some point today all of you would stop by the break room and help us out with some of that food.”

Several people nodded while most of the women murmured about diets and carbs. The only one that was silent was the little recluse who was eying the doorway like it was her new best friend. No doubt she’d make a mad dash for it if she thought she could make it unseen.

“I’ve got more good news. I know we’re still all excited about Dana’s book sales and for good reason. You’ve all worked really hard to help push her books and make it what they are today. I’m hoping we’ll be able to do that with several of the new authors that we’ve recently acquired.”

That caught several people’s attention. A new author, a great author, could mean better pay, new job security and a senior editor position. Nick wasn’t too worried about the promotion since he was already a senior editor, but a great author under his wing could mean more pay and working with only the top authors like Dana Pierce. It meant more perks as well as months in Europe on book tours.

He liked the perks. No, scratch that. He f**king loved the perks.

“Who did we sign?” Jeff, a junior editor asked with a calculating gleam in his eye.

Nick was curious about that. A few weeks ago he knew they were able to sign five of the forty-something clients that were signed with Miss. Harris’ internet company. Out of those five he knew the one he was going to grab. It was the one that he could easily see reaching Dana’s status in five years. J.L. Lewis was going to be his client no matter what. She would be his Dana Pierce. He would take her from her already established e-book fame and set the world on fire. There were several others from her clientele that he wanted, but none of them had the potential J. L.

Lewis had. No, that author was his.

“I have a list here of who we’ve been able to sign and who we’re waiting for.

Miss. Harris,” Rick gestured to the blushing recluse, “was the owner of Harris Publishing House and has been able to convince many of them to take a chance with us and expand into print. Of those who haven’t signed we own their contracts for another book so we have plenty of time to prove that signing with us is in their best interest.”

Several people glanced at Miss. Harris with looks of surprise. The women sent her openly dismissive looks. Not a surprise. Miss. Harris certainly didn’t look like the type who could handle a telemarketer never mind an insanely successful business like Harris Publishing.

“Take one and pass the rest along. Here’s the list of people we’ve signed, contracts we now hold and those holding out,” Rick said as he handed a stack of paper to Jeff who greedily took his. Nick knew the second the younger man saw J.L’s name. His entire face lit up.

Well, tough shit because J.L. was his.

“Rick,” Jeff said, probably trying to grab J.L. before anyone else had a chance to see the list. “Who’s getting who?”

Nick wasn’t too worried. He knew how this would go down. The senior editors would meet. They’d take who they wanted and would leave the rest for the junior editors to fight over. He wasn’t too worried about Rick trying to grab J.L. The man had his hands full with Dana’s new book as well as the new book Dana and Edward just finished together. No, J.L. was as good as his.