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changing the name to Fabiola’s Fabulousities .”
    I snorted at the attempt to
name my bakery. She was just trying to get me used to the idea. But it was
working. The place could be called Fabulous for short. “I’d feel more
comfortable talking to Phil.”
    “Then call him,” she said. It
was permission. Why I had to go through my mother and sister was more for
family politics than anything. If I wasn’t interested,
they’d tell Phil in a tactful way. My family was strange like that. With so
many members and connections it was sometimes hard not to offend someone.
Mediation by those closest to the family members involved was best. But when it
came to brass tax, or formal dealings such as passing over a business, each family
member dealt directly with each other. This was just the preliminary interview.
Next step…call Phil.
    There was just one small
problem. Warren and his extortion.

Chapter 7

 
    At the end of the day I decided
I’d leave, change and meet Warren back at the office. If he
wanted us to take separate cars that was fine. I didn’t know how all
this worked. It was my first time being blackmailed. Still, looking my best, no
matter the circumstance, was a virtue.
    Roy’s was the type of restaurant that
made you feel out of place if you didn’t dress appropriately, so I wore the
only designer evening gown I owned. Never underestimate the power of a plain
black dress.
    The front was a tight “V” cut while
the bottom flared out. My auburn hair curled around my cleavage and waved like
wings when I walked. Black platform shoes gave me six extra inches in height
and still, the top of my head only reached to Warren’s shoulder.
    Right on the dot the door to my
boss’ office shut with a metal clink at six-thirty. Warren stood with his hands
in his pants pockets and scanned me with his impassive that’ll due expression. He wasn’t fooling me anymore. I’d seen his
eyes burn in lust and watched him come apart while I teased him. Thinking about
his unrestrained explosion threatened to overflow my panties with droplets of
want. How could such an arrangement be so sexy?
    I flipped my hair back and
said, “Shall we go? I haven’t had anything filling yet today.”
    Like a switch his eyes lit up
and Warren became the spitting image of his brother, only with dark hair. His
twitch of a smile flashed. His lips parted as if he would retort, and then the
electricity powering his playful expression shut off. His lips compressed. A stiff
posture depleted the warmth in his non-verbal greeting just a nanosecond ago.
Bi-polar much?
    “We’ll take my vehicle,” he
said.
    My vehicle —who says that? Vehicle
indeed. It’s a damn car. “Fine.”
    He pulled his hands out of his
pockets and stiffened his back. “You don’t approve?”
    I grabbed my purse. “I said
it’s fine.”
    He narrowed his eyes. “Is it
okay or not?”
    Groaning a sigh I said, “It’s
f—” I was going to say fine but the tick in his eye tipped me off. This
man had obviously been abused with that word. Sometimes when a woman said
“fine” it was used as a weapon. A passive aggressive method to not say what was
really going on. Remembering my conversation with
Barbara and Dave, I cringed. His wife. Or rather, ex-wife. Not that I knew about her but she sounded like the type to use the word “fine”
as a means to deflect speaking up about her own feelings.
    “Going with you in your car is
okay,” I said. “Perfectly acceptable.”
    His shoulders lowered an inch.
It was like part of an iceberg chipped off from the source. He was still on
guard, but he wasn’t as nervous. That was a bit of a revelation. Was he afraid
of me? No. He was the one with the power.
    As he walked me to the
elevators he never invaded my personal bubble. He motioned me in, like a
gentleman, then stood a good distance with his eyes
forward during the ride down. I thought he might make a move in the elevator
but he remained the cool, in control boss I always