Rodeo (BBW Cowboy Romance) (BBW Western Romance) by Cristina Grenier Page B
Authors: Cristina Grenier
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reaction would have been no different. Considering I was about to entertain nearly a hundred people I wasn't prepared to question him at that moment in time, John had always been moody, it was part and parcel of marrying a successful businessman but recently his temperament had gone into decline and I didn't seem to be able to do right from wrong. Clearly I was going to get more sense and consideration from our guests that afternoon so I left him to his sulking.
Everything was pretty much taken care of by the time I got into the kitchen and upon Miguel's instructions I was to 'leave right away, take care of my social skills and smile'. Miguel wasn't stupid when it came to feelings, he knew something was wrong but as usual he papered over it as best he could and scurried me off into the direction of the garden. Our guests began to arrive and I painted on my best expression.
John had appeared shortly after I was in the midst of greeting his Japanese business investors, because we'd had no time to talk, mainly due to John being away from home and not answering the phone, I wasn't up to speed as to what investment they were going to make into his company. In business I had learned the golden rule very quickly; never give anything away and in this instance it was more important to live by this rule than any other time. John was savage in business and any offers placed on the table, be it his or anyone else's, he wore clients down until they wished they'd never even heard of him. His reclaim was notorious and whenever he came into contact with business investors they usually knew to keep him at arm's length for as long as possible until they could work him out, however they never could. He was a genius, very focused and triumphant in getting what he wanted.
I beckoned one of the drinks waiters over to take their order and John was instantaneously by my side. “Don't fill this lot with drinks, they're important investors and I don't want them getting pissed and demanding Karaoke at midnight.”
Looking side wards at John I was amused by his colorful choice of demand. “If you want your cash cows babysat then you need to make sure they're abstaining from the booze John, I don't know what's come over you recently but please remember I am not the hired help.”
I left his side and returned to the house. How dare he speak to me like that, it was bad enough that John barely acknowledged me but to treat me further like some kind of skivvy, personal assistant was over the top in my opinion. There was always a way of saying things, it wasn't what you said it was the way in which you said it and John clearly needed to attend a course in diplomacy. I was mad and I needed to calm down, thankfully our next guests were mutual friends who were only too aware of John's clinical behavior. Welcoming them with extended arms and an air of relief I directed them into the garden where I intended to sit and spend some time with them.
As I walked out onto the patio John was beckoning me over, I tried to pretend I hadn't seen him but he was now making a beeline for me. “Eva, come and meet Harold Carter, I've been telling him all about you.”
This was a slight turn up for the books, John was usually so dismissive of her presence and so, seemingly a change in his attitude was one I welcomed rather than rebuffed, it would be interesting at least to discover the capacity in which he spoke about me. Unfortunately, my optimistic aspirations were blowing in the wind.
Harold Carter was a little like Santa Claus. Harold was large in build but immediately welcoming in personality, he greeted me with a warm smile and a friendly, firm handshake. It felt instantly that we clicked, almost like we'd known each other for years.
“I've heard so much about you Eva, lovely to meet you at last,” his hand was still resting upon mine as well as his eyes remaining in contact.
I wish I
Everything was pretty much taken care of by the time I got into the kitchen and upon Miguel's instructions I was to 'leave right away, take care of my social skills and smile'. Miguel wasn't stupid when it came to feelings, he knew something was wrong but as usual he papered over it as best he could and scurried me off into the direction of the garden. Our guests began to arrive and I painted on my best expression.
John had appeared shortly after I was in the midst of greeting his Japanese business investors, because we'd had no time to talk, mainly due to John being away from home and not answering the phone, I wasn't up to speed as to what investment they were going to make into his company. In business I had learned the golden rule very quickly; never give anything away and in this instance it was more important to live by this rule than any other time. John was savage in business and any offers placed on the table, be it his or anyone else's, he wore clients down until they wished they'd never even heard of him. His reclaim was notorious and whenever he came into contact with business investors they usually knew to keep him at arm's length for as long as possible until they could work him out, however they never could. He was a genius, very focused and triumphant in getting what he wanted.
I beckoned one of the drinks waiters over to take their order and John was instantaneously by my side. “Don't fill this lot with drinks, they're important investors and I don't want them getting pissed and demanding Karaoke at midnight.”
Looking side wards at John I was amused by his colorful choice of demand. “If you want your cash cows babysat then you need to make sure they're abstaining from the booze John, I don't know what's come over you recently but please remember I am not the hired help.”
I left his side and returned to the house. How dare he speak to me like that, it was bad enough that John barely acknowledged me but to treat me further like some kind of skivvy, personal assistant was over the top in my opinion. There was always a way of saying things, it wasn't what you said it was the way in which you said it and John clearly needed to attend a course in diplomacy. I was mad and I needed to calm down, thankfully our next guests were mutual friends who were only too aware of John's clinical behavior. Welcoming them with extended arms and an air of relief I directed them into the garden where I intended to sit and spend some time with them.
As I walked out onto the patio John was beckoning me over, I tried to pretend I hadn't seen him but he was now making a beeline for me. “Eva, come and meet Harold Carter, I've been telling him all about you.”
This was a slight turn up for the books, John was usually so dismissive of her presence and so, seemingly a change in his attitude was one I welcomed rather than rebuffed, it would be interesting at least to discover the capacity in which he spoke about me. Unfortunately, my optimistic aspirations were blowing in the wind.
Harold Carter was a little like Santa Claus. Harold was large in build but immediately welcoming in personality, he greeted me with a warm smile and a friendly, firm handshake. It felt instantly that we clicked, almost like we'd known each other for years.
“I've heard so much about you Eva, lovely to meet you at last,” his hand was still resting upon mine as well as his eyes remaining in contact.
I wish I
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