CLARA'S POV

Can't you see how you helping me can benefit both of us? I'll be a star, and you can be a star's girlfriend. And you'll have all the time in the world to diet and exercise. You'll be smokin' hot, like you always wanted.

Like I always wanted. Right. Not a word about love, commitment or respect. Just his stardom, his career, and how I'd be so thrilled to be his arm candy. A man like that won't stick around long anyway. I'm not trophy girlfriend material. My dress size is a double digit, I like food and I've come to accept that I'll never be size zero. In addition, I'd be homicidally bored if all that was on my daily agenda was looking pretty for my successful boyfriend who's out there doing something. I want to do something too, and mean something to someone. And I won't lose weight to please anyone, especially not some shallow jerk like Cole. If I ever decide to do it, it'll be for me.

My hand covers my belly. Five weeks. My doctor said I probably won't show for the first few months since it's my first pregnancy, despite all the internal changes. My hormones will fluctuate, nausea may come and I'll start to have odd cravings. The baby is an accident, but I want it. I've always wanted a family of my own.

At the same time, every time I think about motherhood, terror clenches around my heart. What do I know about being a parent? I have a little over two thousand dollars in savings and twenty five thousand in college loans. I can't afford to rent a place of my own, but how many roommates are okay with living with a newborn baby?

And that assumes that I'll be able to keep working. Most jobs require being sharp and presentable and on top of things. Most importantly, I have to show up. What if the baby's sick and I miss one too many days? Or I show up bleary eyed or my clothes have stains? Who's going to take care of my child the next time I get a call from a hotel or club or wherever at one a.m.?

Even if Jace doesn't fire me, his agent will. Ivy demands nothing but perfection from everyone who works for him. Then there are my parents to consider. Mom will be crushed to hear that I'm gonna be a single mother, and my stepdad, Dan, will be disappointed as well. The idea weighs down on me like a giant boulder. Of all the people in the world, they're the last ones I want to let down.

Don't be negative! Things will work out. Or not. I know the price children pay when their parents are financially strapped. Mom was like that too poor to be choosy about anything, including the men we lived with. But it was that or homelessness, and she was determined to provide at least a roof over my head even as she juggled bills, often throwing them away when she thought I wasn't looking so she could pretend that we weren't in danger of having our utilities cut.

There were whispers about us, none of them kind. It wasn't until we moved to Ocala that she met Dan. And that's when we finally had some normalcy, the kind of thing that most people take for granted, but was unfamiliar to me. A year later they were married, and I had a family with two parents and a stepsister. It changed everything for me.

"Good morning."

The cheery greeting pulls me away from my gloomy thoughts. In front of me stands Jace. He's in a deep blue shirt that brings out his eyes, framed by long lashes that look like he's put on a coat of mascara except he hasn't and a pair of denim shorts that hugs the narrow hips and tight, round ass that has women drooling all over the world.

At the moment he's grinning at me, a dimple popping on his cheek. It is one of numerous features that women swoon over. Some have even posted YouTube videos of them licking it not the real dimple but off magazine covers. I run my index finger along the slightly convex surface of my pendant as honeyed warmth travels over my skin.

"What you looking at, babe?"

"The evidence of your latest H&D's intellect," I say.

He leans closer to the picture I'm holding. "She send something?"

"No. The hotel did." I push it toward him, making sure we don't touch. "You should've been pickier." And he should be. He can get any woman he wants! Why settle for dumb and dumber?

He glances at the photo, then starts laughing. "I've never met anyone who couldn't spell asshole."

"Actually, you have." My voice is dryer than a box of sandpaper. "In fact, you slept with someone who can't spell asshole."

He tosses the stiff sheet on my desk and takes a seat in the plushy armchair across from me. One ankle rests on the opposite knee. "So what? It was just sex, not a spelling bee. I don't even remember most of it."

The date on the invoice catches my attention. It has to be a mistake because it is the day of his cousin's rehearsal dinner. A typo. Or...

"You did go to the rehearsal dinner, right?"

"You saw the pictures of me at the wedding."

An evasive answer. So easy to recognize, especially after four years. "Dinner. The dinner. There were no paparazzi at the dinner. Tell me you went."

"Yeah, sure. But I might have been a little late." He shrugs.

Riiiiiiiight. "How late?"

"I don't know. I wasn't wearing my watch."

"Did you eat even one course there?"

"Well, I would've...if it hadn't ended early."

I sigh, resisting the urge to bury my face in my hands. Jace is a generous boss. He pays well and often gives big bonuses to his staff. But he is also impossible. I usually need to accompany him to places since he doesn't always keep his appointments unless they're work related, and he doesn't pick up his phone. He also does everything in his power to avoid his family, especially his parents.

He often "humps and dumps" women, who leave incredible messes behind. Trashing hotel suites is the least of what they do. They also join the Facebook support group yes, there's actually a Facebook freakin' support group to complain and commiserate and post YouTube videos describing what they did with Jace in graphic detail.

CLARA'S POV

One of them even uploaded a sex tape, which thankfully turned out to be of someone other than Jace. But the incident required tons of extra work by not just me, but Ivy and a team of publicists. Unlike me, she was mainly interested in capitalizing on the moment and twisting it into an opportunity to raise Jace's "hot factor."

"When a woman has sex, she's a slut. When a man has sex, he's a stud." Ivy didn't even look perturbed when she told me that. "It's unfair, but that's life. I'm not going to let this mess up all the good we've done for Jace." It was so sexist, it still makes my teeth hurt. And Jace always comes out of everything smelling like roses.

Still, this job is what pays the bills, and I know he's paying me a lot better than the going rate. Plus he covers all my medical and dental, and I'm going to need that more than ever.

"Don't pout, babe," Jace says. "What's done is done."

"Is this why you asked me not to accompany you to the wedding?" I wouldn't have attended the ceremony, but I would've gone to make sure every detail was taken care of to his satisfaction. Stuff like that is part of my job. "You said you'd be good."

"I was. I went to the wedding like I promised and danced with the bride. Told everyone how awesome it was, how much I enjoyed myself. I even made a toast. Call Mark. Ask him." Mark is Jace's cousin and the groom.

My teeth were still grinding. "You missed the rehearsal dinner."

"Hey, I apologized to Mark. And maybe to the bride, too." He squints and snaps his fingers a couple of times. "Anna? Hannah? Jenna! Anyway, I can't remember, but she probably doesn't care since she got to dance with me." He waves a negligent hand at the bill on my desk. "That's pocket change. Don't worry about it. It's all cool."

"Yes, except for your mother who's undoubtedly upset. I told her you'd be there, including the rehearsal dinner."

"She seemed okay to me."

"So you did talk to her?" That would be something, at least.

"Ah, I tried, but it was a big ceremony. Lots of guests. You know how those things can be."

A tiny, bean sized knot in my forehead starts to throb.

"Don't worry," he says. "She'll pout for a week and then get over it. We can send her something nice for her birthday. Or Christmas. Whichever you like."

His mother knows I pick out the gifts, not Jace. She will be angry no matter what I send her. If it's small and thoughtful, she'll call it stingy. If it's extravagant, she'll accuse me of being presumptuous and wasteful, even though money is never an issue in Jace's family since everyone's drowning in the stuff.

My cellphone rings. I glance at the ID Camilla Hayes. Speak of the devil... Normally I would let it go to voicemail, but I'm peeved, so I answer it before Jace realizes who's calling.

"Good morning, Ms. Hayes," I say, my voice extra sweet and professional. Jace's face crumples like a wadded piece of paper.

"Good morning, Clara." Jace's mother's voice is always cool with a hint of stickiness that isn't easy to describe. Kind of like half melted sugarless, fat free ice cream.

Divorced, Camilla Hayes refuses to be referred to as "missus." She doesn't want me calling her by her first name, either. I've never met the woman in person, but I've heard stories. She has to be the long lost sister of Miss Manners. If that's too far fetched, maybe a cousin, but nothing less.

"Is Jace available in the next two weeks?"

"The next two weeks?" I purr. "Let me check." I pull up his calendar. Across from me, he is shaking his head and hands frantically. I pretend not to see him and keep scrolling through the schedule. He leans forward, mouths "no" and makes slashing motions right in front of my eyes.

I take pity on him. After all, he did give me a chance when nobody else would. Back then I was just a girl fresh out of college with no experience or connections in Miami.

"I'm sorry, but he's unavailable," I say. "Is this something urgent? If so, I can see what I can do."

"Urgent? I suppose that depends on one's point of view. I simply thought the family should have dinner, seeing as how he missed the one at his cousin's wedding." Camilla's tone says she's too well bred to make accusations, but she knows where the fault lies me.

"If you can have your assistant figure out everyone's schedule... Is Alistair coming too?" I can call Jace's father Alistair because Camilla doesn't think he's worth the respect of "Mr. Sterling," and Alistair doesn't want me to be formal with him.

"Oh, I'm sure Alistair's busy with his new wife. It would be just the four of us." Her, Jace and his brother and sister Rhys and Audrey.

"I'll see what I can do, Ms. Hayes."

"Thank you, Clara."

"My pleasure."

I count to two and disconnect. The last time I hit the red button without waiting, she made a thinly veiled comment about how rude it was to hang up in hurry, as though one couldn't wait to be free of the other person's presence.

See? This is another reason Jace is a hard boss to work for. It isn't just him I have to please, but a mother whose blood is bluer than the Atlantic in winter. Probably just as cold too.

"Thank you." Jace is practically mooing with gratitude.

"Don't thank me yet. I haven't told you about your father's email."

He rolls his eyes. "Delete it. Not interested."

"You sure? He mentioned something about paintings."

That gets him to sit up straight. "What paintings? What did he say exactly?"

"Lemme see... Okay, here it is. Quote. You worthless sons of bitches better come to my new home in Palm Beach tomorrow at two p.m. or I'll personally piss on your grandfather's paintings. Unquote."

"What the hell?" Red blotches appear on Jace's high cheeks, and his eyes go darker than normal.

The reaction fascinates me. I've seen him act angry in movies, sure, but I've never seen him respond like this in real life. Every inconvenience and annoyance is delegated and forgotten. He has a platoon of people dedicated to making his life as easy as possible.

But this... This doesn't sound like something he can delegate and forget.

"What do you want to do?" I ask.

Jace doesn't answer for a moment. "No choice, I guess. I'll have to go and confront him myself." He presses his lips until they are thin and bloodless. "Get my pilot ready. I'm leaving tonight."

I've really never seen him like this. "I'll make the arrangements."

He starts to get up. "You don't have to come. Tomorrow's Saturday."

Like that's ever stopped me from having to work. I give him a bland smile. "Yes, I do. I'm not letting you deviate from the agenda again."