dictated over the weekend, and could she please get as much of it taken care of this morning as possible, because when he gets in, he'll have other things for her to do.
Rachel made her way through the tape, typing the correspondence into the computer, printing out the letters, making notes on her calendar, and taking phone messages.
She had just refilled her coffee cup for the third time when the phone rang — again. When she told the female caller that Jared wouldn't be in until later, the woman said, "That boy. I swear, sometimes I think he forgets he even has a mother at all."
"You're his mother?" Rachel asked politely, trying not to sound like a busybody.
"I am, for all the good it does me. Who am I speaking with?"
"I'm Rachel Fredrick, your son's new secretary."
"New secretary? Hallelujah! How long have you been working for him?"
"Actually, this is my first full day."
"And he ran off and left you there alone, did he? Well, I sympathize with you, Rachel. If he can forget he has a mother for weeks on end, I can just imagine how he treats his secre tary. But you hang in there. If you're any good at your job, then he sure needs you. And if you weren't any good, he wouldn't have hired you in the first place."
"I guess you're right about that. He certainly seems to know what he's doing," Rachel said.
The two women chatted for a few more minutes. When Rachel hung up, she leaned back in her chair and smiled to herself. She'd never made a friend over the telephone before, but she had the most pleasant feeling that was what had just happened. She closed her eyes briefly and let her smile widen.
She was startled back to the here and now by Jared Morgan's deep voice from a few feet away.
"Does that smile on your face mean that call was not a viewer complaining about the amount of bare skin on Saturday night's late show?" He was leaning against the door to the hall, looking as crisp and neat as he had when she'd first seen him last Friday morning.
There was one more thing Rachel hadn't told her children about this new job. She hadn't told them that Jared Morgan, her new boss, was probably the best looking man she'd ever seen. Maybe his individual features weren't exactly perfect — then again, maybe they were — but they certainly went together well.
And he had the most incredible green eyes. Jungle cats all over the world were probably jealous of those eyes, and the long, thick, dark lashes that curled over them.
What in the world she was doing speculating about her boss's looks was beyond her. Flustered, both at her thoughts and at being caught relaxing when there was work to be done, Rachel straightened in her chair.
"Do you always sneak up on a person that way, Mr. Morgan?" she asked in self – defense. She regretted it immediately. That wasn't exactly the proper way to endear herself to her new boss. When he just shrugged, she continued, letting her smile return. "Actually, that wasn't a viewer on the phone. It was your mother calling to see if you were still alive."
"Damn." Jared laughed and shook his head. "That woman is always two steps ahead of me."
Rachel found herself smiling with him. "She'll forgive you for not calling if you'll at least write her a letter."
When he knew her better, Jared intended to ask Rachel Fredrick why the hell she deliberately tried to make herself look dowdy. It had to be deliberate. No one with a smile like that, and such a sexy voice, could possibly come across as a nerdette without some real effort.
That subject, however, was for later. He took the papers she handed him and thumbed through them, amazed by what he saw. "You got all these done this morning?"
"Yes. It won't take me so long after I've figured out the word processing software on the computer." She patted the side of the monitor before her.
"That damned thing," Jared cursed. "What's the matter with it?"
"Nothing that I know of," she
Rachel made her way through the tape, typing the correspondence into the computer, printing out the letters, making notes on her calendar, and taking phone messages.
She had just refilled her coffee cup for the third time when the phone rang — again. When she told the female caller that Jared wouldn't be in until later, the woman said, "That boy. I swear, sometimes I think he forgets he even has a mother at all."
"You're his mother?" Rachel asked politely, trying not to sound like a busybody.
"I am, for all the good it does me. Who am I speaking with?"
"I'm Rachel Fredrick, your son's new secretary."
"New secretary? Hallelujah! How long have you been working for him?"
"Actually, this is my first full day."
"And he ran off and left you there alone, did he? Well, I sympathize with you, Rachel. If he can forget he has a mother for weeks on end, I can just imagine how he treats his secre tary. But you hang in there. If you're any good at your job, then he sure needs you. And if you weren't any good, he wouldn't have hired you in the first place."
"I guess you're right about that. He certainly seems to know what he's doing," Rachel said.
The two women chatted for a few more minutes. When Rachel hung up, she leaned back in her chair and smiled to herself. She'd never made a friend over the telephone before, but she had the most pleasant feeling that was what had just happened. She closed her eyes briefly and let her smile widen.
She was startled back to the here and now by Jared Morgan's deep voice from a few feet away.
"Does that smile on your face mean that call was not a viewer complaining about the amount of bare skin on Saturday night's late show?" He was leaning against the door to the hall, looking as crisp and neat as he had when she'd first seen him last Friday morning.
There was one more thing Rachel hadn't told her children about this new job. She hadn't told them that Jared Morgan, her new boss, was probably the best looking man she'd ever seen. Maybe his individual features weren't exactly perfect — then again, maybe they were — but they certainly went together well.
And he had the most incredible green eyes. Jungle cats all over the world were probably jealous of those eyes, and the long, thick, dark lashes that curled over them.
What in the world she was doing speculating about her boss's looks was beyond her. Flustered, both at her thoughts and at being caught relaxing when there was work to be done, Rachel straightened in her chair.
"Do you always sneak up on a person that way, Mr. Morgan?" she asked in self – defense. She regretted it immediately. That wasn't exactly the proper way to endear herself to her new boss. When he just shrugged, she continued, letting her smile return. "Actually, that wasn't a viewer on the phone. It was your mother calling to see if you were still alive."
"Damn." Jared laughed and shook his head. "That woman is always two steps ahead of me."
Rachel found herself smiling with him. "She'll forgive you for not calling if you'll at least write her a letter."
When he knew her better, Jared intended to ask Rachel Fredrick why the hell she deliberately tried to make herself look dowdy. It had to be deliberate. No one with a smile like that, and such a sexy voice, could possibly come across as a nerdette without some real effort.
That subject, however, was for later. He took the papers she handed him and thumbed through them, amazed by what he saw. "You got all these done this morning?"
"Yes. It won't take me so long after I've figured out the word processing software on the computer." She patted the side of the monitor before her.
"That damned thing," Jared cursed. "What's the matter with it?"
"Nothing that I know of," she
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