Odd Mom Out (Bellevue Wives, Book 1)
Jane Porter
Language: English
Pages: 410
ISBN: 0446699233
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
Advertising executive Marta Zinsser is no poster child for her wealthy
Can this ex-urbanite remain uniquely herself without alienating the inner circle of smug, cookie-cutter executive wives? And when push comes to shove, can she stop being the proud odd mom out and take a chance at something frighteningly-and tantalizingly-new?
don’t know. I need to figure out how we could take on one more thing when it’s just Robert, Allie, and me handling some serious accounts. “Would you take the Christmas holidays and at least think about it? We don’t need an answer till January third. That will give you two weeks,” he persists. I’ve known Frank too long to play games, so I take a breath and consider how I want to answer. “I took it pretty hard, Frank.” “It was business.” “And this is business still.” After hanging up, I
insensitive, and they represent everything I detest about my gender. Social climbers, opportunists, and power hungry, they have a double agenda: They intimidate and manipulate others to further their own cause as well as maintain control. You see, they’re not just bitchy, they’re bullies. They use language and social intelligence as a form of indirect aggression. Instead of weapons, they use words. Barbed remarks. A sharp tongue. And until this very moment, I don’t think I fully understood
just got back from three weeks in China.” Three weeks in China? Has he been there ever since our dinner? “When did you get back?” “Last night.” A car appears behind Luke’s Land Rover, and with a glance into his rearview mirror, he pulls over onto the side of the road. I slowly approach his driver’s-side door. “I didn’t know you were heading to China.” He grimaces, runs a hand through his short, reddish gold hair, spiking it on end. “I didn’t either. A problem popped up the night we were
account?” “But that’s important,” she answers. “I need to know everything. I need to know how women think.” “Why?” “Well, how am I going to help you if I don’t know how women think?” “Help me?” “Yes. Help you. Why else do you think I’m doing all this?” “Wait. Wait, wait, wait.” I scramble off the couch and pace up and down the floor before turning to face her. “All this stuff, all those notes in your notebook—” “I knew you’d looked,” she says under her breath. I shake my head.
“Let’s go to my room,” I whisper. “Eva’s here.” “We’ll be quiet.” “You’re not that quiet.” My eyes flash. “You shouldn’t be so good.” We head to my room, and Luke barely gives me time to lock the door before he’s sliding his hands from my waist down my hips and over my butt. I gasp a little at his touch and grab the ends of his hair, tug on them, before covering his mouth with mine. I feel like a savage, but as he strips the clothes from me, he seems just as fierce and hungry.