again.â
Apparently.
Young women had done everything from showing up in his bed naked and uninvited to claiming to be pregnant with his babyâall in a bid to get his attention. He understood the theory. If they belonged to someone the public perceived as special then they were special, as well. Telling them he wasnât worth their time didnât seem to get through. This summer heâd tried offering jobs instead, thinking the reality of working around him would allow them to see the man behind the myth. So far the plan wasnât working.
âI could get more help out of a couple of cats,â Eddie grumbled. âAnd you know how I feel about cats.â
He did. She resented any creature who dared to shed on one of her track suits.
âIâll talk to them,â he said.
âYouâd better.â She lowered her arms to her sides, then walked toward his desk. âThe storefront on Third leased out.â
He leaned back in his chair as she sat down. âGood.â It had been vacant nearly three months.
âThe lease is at the attorneyâs. Iâll pick it up later today for you to read.â She cleared her throat. âYou have a request to ride in a charity race.â
âNo.â
âItâs for sick kids.â
âIt usually is.â
âYou should do this one.â
She was trying to provoke him. For some reason Eddie believed if she could get him to yell, he would give in.
âItâs in Florida,â she said. âYou could go to Disney World.â
âIâve been to Disney World.â
âYou need to get out, Josh. Ride again. You canâtââ
âNext?â he asked cutting her off.
She stared at him, her eyes narrowed. He stared back.
She blinked first. âFine. Be that way.â She sighed heavily, as if her life was nothing but pain. âI keep getting calls about a charity golf tournament. The sponsor has a connection with the ski resort and theyâre thinking of holding it in town.â
Golf he could do. It wasnât his sport, so excellence wasnât expected or required. He could simply be charming for the cameras, raise some money and call it a day.
âOkay on the golf.â
âAt least thatâs something,â she grumbled. âIâll havethe sales figures for the sporting goods store later today. Preliminary numbers are good. The flyers did a nice job of bringing in business. Internet sales are up, too. Now if we could get a picture of you on some of the bikes we carryâ¦â
He ignored her. Which meant looking away. One of the blondes walked by just then and assumed he was glancing at her rather than away from Eddie. The young woman smiled and slowed.
Damn.
Eddie turned and saw the girl. âGet back to work,â she snapped. âThis isnât about you.â
The girl pouted, but did as she was told.
âDid I say they make me crazy?â Eddie asked.
âMore than once.â
âYou need a girlfriend. If they think youâre with someone else, theyâll back off.â
âNo, they wonât.â
âProbably not,â she agreed. âI swear, Josh, thereâs something about you. Women everywhere are just dying to be in your bed.â
He winced, not wanting to have this conversation with his septuagenarian assistant.
âI guess the good news is if youâd done it as much as they said, youâd be dead now.â
âA cheerful thought,â he said dryly.
Eddie stood. âIâll be back later with those numbers.â
âIâll count the hours.â
She barked a laugh as she left. Josh returned his gaze to the computer screen, but not his attention. The girls in his office were the least of his problems. What kept him up nights wasnât the young women so convinced he was the answer to every prayer theyâd ever had. It was the reality of knowing he was a total fraud and no one had