Tailored for Trouble (Happy Pants #1) - Mimi Jean Pamfiloff Page 0,71
email address.
Her first thought was to call Robin, but then she remembered that Bennett had been digging around on her laptop, and that he had emailed the training module to himself.
She clicked open her sent mail. Ha! There you are. She did a CTRL + C on his address—and then her eyes caught the contents of the email. It was empty save for the attachment: Leadership_BWade_v2.
“What!” She stood from her chair, nearly dumping her laptop on the floor. “No! No!” He’d sent himself the wrong module. How the hell was that possible when he’d said he thought it was surprisingly good! Anyone in their right mind would at least question the modified sections, especially without having her serve it to them with a heaping helping of bullshit anecdotes about Mary Rutherford’s personality and why the methods would work.
Taylor looked at her watch. Bennett’s meeting was probably over, but they’d be going to dinner, so maybe she still had time to keep him from completely ruining his deal.
She dialed Bennett’s cellphone and paced back and forth in front of the window overlooking the airstrip. Voicemail? “Fucking shit!”
Just then, an elderly woman passed by and shot her a look. What was with her screaming inappropriate things in front of elderly women?
“Oops! Sorry! Sailor mouth over here.” Taylor pointed to herself and then heard Bennett’s voicemail beep.
Oh no. Do I leave a message? Do I hang up? Ahh! Message!
“Bennett! It’s me, Taylor. Please, you have to call me back the moment you get this. Please…just don’t speak to Mary or say anything. I need to talk to you!”
She hung up and stared at the phone.
She could turn off the Bennett cell. It would probably make him come running. No, he won’t—he’s expecting you to get on a plane and have to turn it off, silly.
Ugh! Okay…As she continued to pace, she did some quick time zone math—it was eight in the morning California time, so Robin might be at work and would probably know how to get ahold of him. She dialed quickly, but it too went to voicemail. Fucking dammit! Dammit! Dammit! At least this time she kept the sailor-talk to herself.
Taylor looked at her watch. Almost five o’clock. There was no way in hell she could get on that plane without speaking to Bennett first, and she still had a few hours before her flight.
But I’m totally out of money, and I can’t sprint to Paris. Thinking, she paced and then paced some more, before deciding to call her brother.
Doctors were never really off duty, so he’d answer no matter what.
It rang three times before she heard Jack’s reassuring voice. “Dr. Reed,” he said, all groggy.
“Jack! Are you at your house?”
“Taylor? Yes, I’m home. And why haven’t you come home yet? Are you still traveling with that slimeball? If yes, tell him I’m going to kick the crap out of him for tarnishing your reputation.”
Jack was clearly still mad about the picture in the tabloid. Taylor could only imagine what he and her brothers would do if they ever found out about the bet.
Castration or eyeball-plucking for sure. Which obviously was no good. Those parts of Bennett’s body held a special place in her sad, dirty little heart.
“I’m in Paris right now, but I need your help. There’s a check for fifty thousand from Wade Enterprises on the dresser. Think you can deposit it for me?”
“I’ll do it if you come home and bring that shmuck with you to dinner.”
“No, Jack. I’m not going to let you beat up Bennett Wade. And he didn’t do anything.” At least, not what you think. “I’ll explain everything later, but I’m in Paris and out of money and—”
“I’ll get over to the bank later, but it’s going to take at least a few days to clear.”
“Sometimes they make a portion of the funds available immediately.”
“I’ll just loan you a few thousand,” he offered.
“No, Jack. I can’t—”
“You can pay me back when your check clears,” he said.
She really, really hated to borrow money from him, especially after he’d been so generous with giving her a place to live, but what other choice was there?
“Thank you.” She sighed. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”
“You’d land on your feet like you always do, Tiger. Now get your ass home.”
“Love you. I’ll text you once I’m on my way.”
“Money will be in your account in a few minutes. Love you, too,” he replied.
She ended the call and headed out of the lounge to start looking for