Some Like It Charming (A Temporary Engagement) (9 page)

She tried a smile. “He wore me down.”

“There was a bet going on how long it would take for you two to sleep together, but no one guessed you’d ever get engaged.”

She closed her eyes. She’d been very, very right about having to quit. She would never be able to show her face here again.

Rob said, “I lost a packet. I didn’t think you had it in you.”

She looked up, trying to decide if that was a compliment or an insult. His smirk made her lean toward insult. “You should leave before you say something really stupid.”

He stood up slowly. “Probably.” He pointed to the chair he’d just vacated. “Take that thing with you before it injures someone.”

She shut the door behind him and leaned against it. She wasn’t really sad about leaving. She had no one she even wanted to say good-bye to. Rob was as close to a friend as she could call a co-worker, and she wouldn’t exactly miss the guy. But it felt like a closing. This chapter of her life was ending, a situation she’d been working toward for quite some time now, but the suddenness of it kept catching her off-guard. Technically, she had six weeks left. As far as anyone knew, she was only taking a vacation. But she knew she’d never come back.

A bet about their sex life? Ugh. Ethan was going to pay for that.

She finished packing her things, smiling slightly when she took out her hidden stash of chocolate. She’d miss that. She’d miss Ethan waltzing in and disrupting her life. She shook her head. This time he’d made it a doozy.

She threw the boxes into the trunk of her car, looking longingly at her batting bag. She could go spend an hour at the batting cages or she could go home and wash the gunk out of her hair and prep for an evening filled with Ethan O’Connor and camera-wielding crazies.

She sighed, slamming the trunk. She was not getting paid nearly enough.

Cassandra greeted her at the door with her mouth hanging open. “Well, that’s different.”

“Here’s a general rule. Don’t get your hair done with the mother of the man you’re pretending to marry when she hates your guts. Even if she knows it’s pretend.”

“It doesn’t look bad. It’s just different.”

“As different as she could make me without surgery.”

Mackenzie flipped the bathroom light on and inspected her now blond hair. “
This
was not what she was going for. She should have taken me to a stylist not quite so versed in bleached blonds.”

Cassandra started opening drawers and piling makeup on the counter. “With this color you’re going to need more dramatic makeup. Your usual boring look will wash you out.”

“Please. I have spent the afternoon with a woman who would like to run me over with her car. Can I get a little less lip from my best friend?”

“What’s a less insulting word for it. Demure? Your usual demure makeup will wash you out with this color.”

“Don’t make me look like a clown.”

“I will be the judge of that. You think any lipstick brighter than nude is clownish.” Cassandra patted the toilet seat cover. “Sit. Let me work my magic.”

“I need to wash my hair first. Tame this wild beast.”

“Don’t wash it out!”

“I look like a floozy.”

Cassandra shook her head. “You look gorgeous. Now that I’ve gotten over the shock. Very Anna Nicole Smith.”

“Oh, that’s going to win you this conversation.”

Cassandra pushed Mackenzie down. “I meant from the early years, but I can see how you wouldn’t like that comparison. Even if you have caught yourself a very rich, older gentleman.”

“Ethan is probably only five years older than me; emotionally he’s a good ten years behind. And I haven’t caught him. If anyone is dangling on the end of a hook, it’s me.” She stood up. “I’m taking a quick shower. I can’t get rid of the blond, today at least, but the poofiness has to go.”

Cassandra put her hands back on Mackenzie’s shoulders, blocking her path. “Come on. Give Ethan Howell O’Connor a taste of the magnificence you hide behind sensible. And give the tabloids some good pictures. All they’ve got right now is you sweaty and dusty.” Cassandra kept a firm grip on her shoulders. “His mother will hate it.”

Mackenzie rolled her eyes. “You are very unsubtle.”

“But, unfortunately for you, also very right.”

Mackenzie closed her eyes, giving in. “You know, she’s turning into my Achilles’ heel. This is exactly how I got my hair turned Anna Nicole blond in the first place.”

Cassandra made up Mackenzie’s face and even if Mackenzie hated how bright and perky she looked, she had to admit she did look good. And not anything like herself.

Cassandra said, “And I’ve got something every woman who finds herself accidentally dating a celebrity playboy needs. Be right back.”

Mackenzie yelled after her, “If you come back with a box of condoms, I’m going to strangle you.”

Cassandra came back in. “I wish I’d thought of that. But no. Something even more practical.”

She held up an elastic bodysuit. “Spanx. Every woman in L.A. owns a pair. They pass them out when you move in.” Cassandra dropped it into Mackenzie’s hands. “I don’t know how they missed you but trust me. Everything wears better over Spanx. And these pictures will be haunting you forever. I’ll get your outfit.”

Mackenzie squeezed herself into the Spanx, ignoring with all her might the thought of being splashed on the front of every tabloid. The Enquirer had been bad enough.

Cassandra handed her a slinky gray dress.

Mackenzie took it reluctantly. “What’s this?”

“It was in the bag you brought home.”

“No, I got pants. Classic pants and a nice blouse.”

“This was the only thing in the bag.”

Mackenzie glared at the offending fabric. “Ellen.”

“Ellen has good taste. Put it on.” Cassandra shut the door.

Mackenzie shouted through the door, “I can’t wear this. He dates models.” She looked down at herself. “I will not compare well.”

“La-la. Can’t hear you. Put it on and then we’ll see.”

Mackenzie glared at herself in the mirror. Was this all worth a million dollars?

No.

But she threw the dress over her head anyway.

She flung the door open without looking in the mirror.

A slow smile spread across Cassandra’s face as she inspected Mackenzie. “So, this is what money can do. And you compare just fine.”

“I’m too muscular for a dress like this.”

Years of softball had left her with nicely toned arms and too-wide shoulders. She spent a lot of effort minimizing her upper body and this dress hugged her body, leaving her exposed and self-conscious.

Cassandra shook her head. “No. You look fabulous. The Spanx is pushing everything up. This is what all the celebs do.”

“I look like a football player.”

“Trust me, you do not. And you know, you don’t look anything like a waify, breastless model either. What’s the opposite of frail?”

“Substantial?” Mackenzie walked back into the bathroom to look at herself. “Sturdy? I look sturdy.”

Cassandra made a face. “No. You look capable. Entirely capable of handling Ethan O’Connor.”

“Oh, great. I look like a school mistress.”

“The hottest school mistress I’ve ever seen. No one will doubt for a moment that you hooked Ethan Howell O’Connor.”

“Give me some pants. I don’t want to look like a hot school mistress. I want to look like a serious, professional woman.”

“Who happened to get her paws on Ethan O’Connor?”

Mackenzie made a face. “It does seem a stretch. But maybe I can bring some much needed seriousness to his image. Instead of dragging mine through the mud.”

“Go look in the full-length in my bedroom and then tell me you want pants.”

Mackenzie made a beeline for the bedroom. Oh, she’d want pants alright. And a jacket. She would feel so much more comfortable in a nice jacket or blazer. Or shawl. Anything.

Mackenzie found the full-length, adjusting it so could see herself from head to toe. She looked at the woman in the mirror and wanted to vomit. Cassandra was right, no one would be looking at her shoulders.
This
was what happened when a playboy got his mitts on you. You found yourself turned into a sex object.

Her newly blond hair hung in waves past her shoulders, looking as if gravity didn’t exist anywhere near her head. Her Spanxed body was pinched and pushed up as far as it was physically possible in two very prominent areas. She turned to the side, inspecting her now extremely perky butt and dreamed about pinstripes and kitten heels.

The only good thing that could be said about the dress was that her skin was at least covered. And it was a dark gray.

And her strappy high heels were silver. She’d picked those out herself and they made her legs look longer. She twirled, the material of the dress flaring out. If she pretended it wasn’t her, she could admire it. Her legs did look pretty good.

And with her blond hair she was nearly unrecognizable. You’d have to look close to know it was her. For one moment she thought she might be able to pull this off without destroying her reputation and sense of self.

And then the doorbell rang and she thought, W
ho am I kidding
? She was engaged to Ethan Howell O’Connor. She was going to have to change her name and move out of the country when this farce was finished.

She went to answer the door but Cassandra had beaten her to it. Ethan held Cassandra’s hand in his own and was smiling down into her eyes. She was looking up with a stupid expression on her face and Mackenzie knew he had conquered one more hapless female.

She couldn’t really fault Cassandra. He was dressed in a dark gray suit, a light lavender shirt and silver tie, and he looked expensive and sexy. Mackenzie couldn’t help but think that she liked him better in a short-sleeve t-shirt and sweats.

He looked up when she walked into the room and his mouth fell open. His eyes widened as he looked at her hair, then he looked down at her legs. “I’ve never seen you in a dress before.”

He blinked and shook his head. “I mean, you look beautiful. Ellen told me what colors to wear, but neglected to mention the change to your hair.”

He stepped toward her, reaching for her hands and holding them wide so he could see her dress. Cassandra stepped behind him, widening her eyes and fanning herself. She mouthed, “He’s hot!”

Mackenzie ignored her and glared at Ethan.

He smiled. “Truly. You look lovely.”

She pursed her lips. “I’m going to change into pants. I don’t know what your grandmother was thinking. She said she
wasn’t
going to turn me into a Barbie.”

He chuckled and pulled her hand through his arm. “Cranky already? Good thing I brought you a Twix. It’s in the limo.”

“Limo?”

“We’re celebrating our engagement. The limo keeps my hands free.”

She glared at him as he pulled her out the door and he turned around to wink at Cassandra. “Don’t wait up.”

Ethan ushered Mackenzie out to the waiting limo, trying not to stare at her legs or her hair. Or any points in between. He’d seen legs before, for God’s sake.

But never hers.

And her suddenly blond hair was throwing him off balance. He could tell by Mackenzie’s cranky glare that she was not happy with the transformation.

He’d have to ask his grandmother how that had happened. Call him psychic, but he thought it would be better not to bring up today’s shopping trip.

Ethan helped her into the limo, adjusting his pants before he got in. There wasn’t going to be any problem showing some heat for the paparazzi. Maybe that’s what his grandmother had been thinking.

Of course, he might be feeling the heat, but Mackenzie was looking antagonistic. She sat with her arms folded across her chest, staring out the window. Trying to explode cars with her gaze.

He held a Twix out to her. “A sweet for my sweet?”

When she reached for it, he pulled back. “Smile first. We’re engaged. We’re supposed to be happy, not homicidal.”

“Do you know what I’ve done today? Emptied my office, listened to three people wonder at our sex life, sat in a chair getting my hair dyed for three hours, and spent an uncomfortable lunch with your mother. I’m exhausted and you want a smile? You’re lucky I don’t stab you in the eye with my keys.”