Golden Decade of Rock and Roll Series (1958)
“I didn’t hear you come in,” Eleanor said, as she followed her boss into his office.
He chuckled, the timbre of his voice sinking into her subconscious. There were many things about her boss’ life she’d learned to ignore, or at least accept. His deep, sexy voice wasn’t one of them.
“You were too busy discussing pastry with our new receptionist.”
Eleanor met his teasing gaze and broad grin. “She’s inquisitive, and very bright.”
“And now she knows everything there is to know about pastry in the workplace.” He removed his suit jacket and handed it to her before adding, “As long as she can answer the phone without hiccupping in the client’s ear, I’m happy.”
Eleanor did her best to control an outright laugh. “Yes, that was definitely a problem. I can’t imagine wanting to be a receptionist if you panic every time the phone rings.”
“Whatever happened to…what was her name? Clarice?” he asked. “Did you let her go?”
Eleanor shook her head. “I transferred her to the mailroom.”
“Good for you. I hate to see anyone out of a job.” Reaching for the telephone he asked, “Has my sainted mother called already this morning?”
“Yes. She thinks you’re angry with her and don’t want to speak to her.”
Looking up until their gazes met, he rolled his eyes and shook his head. “I don’t know where she got that idea. No wait. It might have something to do with the fact she arranged another blind date for me.”
Eleanor quickly covered a smile with her hand and pretended to cough. “She worries about you.”
“Worrying is one thing. Arranging a date with one of this year’s debutantes is ridiculous. Hell, I’m nearly old enough be the girl’s father.”
A quick, and thoroughly unwanted, picture flashed through Eleanor’s thoughts. Jess Norton surrounded by a bevy of evening gown clad debutantes, each of them doing their best to snag a rich, influential businessman. “If you check the engagement announcements in the newspaper, it seems most well-established businessmen prefer to marry gently-raised, properly educated younger girls.”
“Not me. I prefer my women a bit more on the experienced side.”