Cinderella's Christmas Affair

It hardly took the stroke of midnight to remind CJ Terrence that, despite colored contacts and haute couture, she was still the mousy schoolgirl disposed to fairy-tale delusions. All it took was a chance holiday encounter with Tad Randolph. Years ago, the tycoon whose business could make or break her career had befriended her, then betrayed her.Now he wanted redemption–and more than a kiss beneath the mistletoe. Heaven help her, so did CJ.She craved Tad's taste and touch–always had. And something told her that fate in the form of an unlikely fairy godmother had delivered this second chance. Still, CJ wondered if she dare believe this Christmas affair could lead to ever after.

“I Want To Take You To Bed And Break Down All The Barriers You Put Between Us.”

He gave her a half smile that took her breath away. “No, because you’re beautiful and sexy and you’ve haunted my dreams since the last time I saw you.”

She took the tray and left the living room. She couldn’t think when he said things like that. When he made her believe that forever and happily ever after might still exist. It was as if everything her ex-lover and ex-boss had taught her disappeared. But she knew better.

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Also for your enjoyment this month, we offer Katherine Garbera’s second book in the KING OF HEARTS series. Cinderella’s Christmas Affair is a fabulous “it could happen to you” plot guaranteed to leave her fans extremely satisfied. And rounding out our selection of delectable stories is Awakening Beauty by Amy J. Fetzer, a steamy, sensational tale.

Cinderella’s Christmas Affair

Katherine Garbera

KATHERINE GARBERA

lives in central Florida with her husband and two children. They are all happy to be back in their native state after a two-year absence. Her favorite things are spending time with her family, writing, reading and talking about reading. Readers can visit her on the Web at katherinegarbera.com.

Acknowledgments:

for being so knowledgeable about everything and for making me feel like one of your own even it was only for a short time.

Prologue

Dying had not been what I’d expected and after successfully matching together one couple I felt a little more confident about this afterlife gig. But this body disappearing thing still freaked me out. I was back in that in-between land that Father Dom had called purgatory.

I’d been a capo in the mob before being betrayed by one of my lieutenants. Five shots to the chest and a dying request for forgiveness had brought me here.

The deal I’d cut was essentially to unite in love as many couples as enemies I’d murdered in hate. So I knew I’d be dealing with this angel broad for a while. Matchmaker to the lovelorn wasn’t exactly something I’d been dying to do but life was full of surprises. Come to think of it so was death.

In front of me was a large mahogany desk with a library lamp and a jar of Baci chocolates. I’d been here before. The angel broad was there, still looking like she’d just attended a funeral but her dress this time was puke-green.

She was making notes in a file folder. She didn’t glance up and I knew she was playing a game with me. I’d done the same thing a time or two when I’d been a capo. It made me feel like a cugine instead of the boss of bosses, which I’d essentially been. I didn’t like it.

“Mr. Mandetti, unless you want me to stop this whole exercise now, you will refrain from calling me babe.”

I still wasn’t used to being called by my real name. I’d been Il Re when I was alive. The King. Yeah, I had an ego and the attitude to carry off that name. “I don’t know your name.”

“Oh.” She made me feel stupid which wasn’t a feeling I liked. But she held all the cards and if I’d learned one thing from my time back on earth it was that I didn’t want to go to hell.

And I’d never admit this to anyone but I liked the feeling that came with doing something good. It was the first time I’d ever experienced it.

“Are you talking to me?” She didn’t look up from the papers in front of her.

She glanced at me from under her lashes. This one would drive me crazy if I let her.

“Nah, give me that green one halfway down.” Maybe the middle of the pile would be easier. I wasn’t trusting her to pull out a couple. I’m sure she’d fixed it so I’d had to work hard on my first assignment.

She handed me the folder. I opened it up and groaned. CJ Terrence and Tad Randolph. “Aren’t there any couples who can do this on their own?”

“Sure, there are Mandetti, but they don’t need your help. There is one thing I should warn you about,” Didi said.

She disappeared and I felt my body dissolve. I found myself on the streets of Chicago. My kind of town. This assignment was looking up by the moment. I was in front of the Michigan Building on Michigan Ave.

Not bad. I could definitely handle being a young hip guy. Both of them were taller than I’d been. I walked toward the glass and noticed only the old lady was moving.

Madon’ that couldn’t be me, could it? I gave the reflection the finger. Christ, I was an old broad with a frumpy dress on. Didi was probably up in Heaven laughing. Just wait until I saw her again.

One

Of course the first man she’d had a crush on would be the only thing standing between her and her promotion. CJ Terrence smiled with a confidence she was far from feeling and shook Tad Randolph’s hand.

Ten years had passed since they’d last seen each other and she knew she’d changed a lot. She’d dyed her mousy brown hair a sassy auburn, she’d swapped her horn-rimmed glasses for aqua-colored contacts that masked her natural brown color. And the biggest thing of all, she’d lost twenty pounds.

But in that moment she felt like her former self—the chubby girl next door. She reached for the bridge of her nose to push up the glasses she’d always worn back then. Dropping her hand, she reminded herself that she’d changed.

She took a deep breath; assured herself that her physical changes were enough to keep Tad from recognizing her. Of course, she recognized him even though he’d put on at least twenty pounds. All of it solid muscle. He looked exactly how she’d expect the owner of a sporting goods company to look.

It was too bad he couldn’t be balding like other guys who were her age. Instead his blond hair was thick as ever and bleached by the sun. He looked too good and she wanted to run and hide.

“CJ Terrence,” she said introducing herself. She could only hope that maybe Tad wouldn’t be able to identify her as the girl he’d known as Cathy Jane in high school.

He took her proffered hand and shook it for the required three pumps. Shivers of awareness or maybe it was nerves shook her. His hand was bigger than hers, not surprising since she wasn’t a big girl—at five foot five inches tall she was average and Tad Randolph had grown into a giant since she’d last seen him.

Calluses ridged his palm and his skin against hers was rough and warm. She wondered how his hand would feel against her stomach. Tremors of sensual awareness pulsed through her body. He continued to watch her with that razor-sharp gaze of his. Had she given too much away?

“Ms. Terrence, where do you want these presentation boards?” CJ’s secretary, Rae-Anne King, asked.

CJ dropped Tad’s hand and glanced at her new temporary secretary. “Please excuse me.”

“I’ve…got to set up,” CJ said. Yes she was the queen of intelligent conversation—not!

Right. One minute in the man’s presence and she’d lost ten years worth of self-confidence. Confidence she’d earned by standing on her own and not depending on anyone else.

Tad nodded and walked to the coffee service that CJ had set up. Normally, her assistant would have handled it but this was her first day working with Rae-Anne. Her temp had proven to be a little inept around the office.

CJ motioned to the easel at the end of the long narrow conference room. Working quickly she set up her presentation and then glanced out the window.

It was a blustery day in early December. Chicago was gray and damp. Though the Christmas decorations along Michigan Avenue tried to instill a little cheer, they failed.

Failure was something CJ understood but she didn’t plan to let it rest on her shoulders today. She took a deep breath, muttered her mantra to herself and then turned to face the other people in the room.

Tad touched her shoulder; she started and dropped her cards. Damn. This wasn’t going to work. Six years of moving her way steadily up in the advertising world was suddenly in jeopardy.

He picked her cards up from the floor and held them out to her. Their hands brushed. His were large and tan. He wrapped his fingers around hers, which were cold. Rubbing his thumb across the back of her knuckles he warmed up more than her fingers.

No way was Tad Randolph—the only boy she’d ever allowed herself to have a crush on—flirting with her in the middle of the conference room.

She took her cards from his grip and nervously shuffled them. Oh, God, please don’t let him remember me. She was never going to be able to do this.

She shook her head. God, don’t get me for lying, she thought. Just in case she crossed her fingers behind her back. Before she could answer her boss walked in.

“CJ was featured in Advertising Age last year as part of their Top Thirty To Watch. Twenty-somethings who were taking the advertising world by storm,” Butch Baker said from the doorway.

Butch was forty-eight and had been with Taylor, Banks and Markim forever. He was her immediate boss and observing today as part of the promotion process. CJ was next in line for the directorship of the domestic division of the advertising company. Today’s meeting wasn’t a make-it or break-it deal, but bagging the sporting goods contract would give her a nice lead over her competition.

Butch and Tad turned aside to discuss mutual friends and CJ turned back to her presentation. Everything was in place. If she’d paid closer attention to her notes then she would have realized that P.T. Xtreme Sports was owned by Tad Randolph.

Normally, her secretary Marcia would have taken care of notifying her of such details. But Rae-Anne had been lucky to find the file on the company before they’d had to come down to the conference room.

She missed Marcia. They’d worked together for four years like a well-oiled machine until Marcia had fallen in love with Stuart Mann and married him. The couple had decided to start a family, which left CJ without Marcia’s presence in the office. Not that she begrudged Marcia her family, she just wished they’d had more time to train this temp.

“You nervous?” Rae-Anne asked when Tad’s other executives filled the conference room.

“I shouldn’t be. This is routine.” Sure, it’s every day the boy you had a girlhood crush on was the key to an important account…and your promotion.

“That’s the million dollar question, Rae-Anne. Thanks for helping me set up. You can go back to the office now.”

“I need more than luck,” CJ said. She needed a miracle, but her life had been short on those.

Taking a deep breath, she squared her shoulders and began her presentation. She avoided meeting Tad’s gaze. And spoke with all the confidence she’d cultivated since she’d left that small town she’d grown up in, and honed since Marcus had left her.

It would be a lot easier to deal with Tad’s reappearance in her life if he weren’t so damned attractive.

Remember what he said about you and how it felt to realize you’d put your trust in someone who was so superficial. Remember that Tad wasn’t the only one to teach you that lesson. Marcus did as well.

Her career had never let her down. Advertising was safer and required no heartache.

But there was a part of her—Cathy Jane—that wondered what it’d be like to kiss Tad Randolph, high school superstar. A little experiment to see if all the hype that had surrounded Tad during high school had been accurate.

She was no longer the girl with the baggy clothes and frizzy hair. She was a sophisticated city girl who knew how to make men take notice of her and wasn’t afraid of their attention. At least in the boardroom she knew how to do it.

Life couldn’t get much better, CJ thought. Once she started talking her confidence returned and she realized that even if Tad recognized her it wasn’t the end of the world.

“I know you had a long-standing relationship with Tollerson but together we can take P.T. Xtreme Sports to the next level,” she said.

“Very impressive. We’ll be making our decision at the end of the week,” Tad said, wrapping up her presentation.

He had a few words with Butch as CJ cleaned up her presentation boards. Not bad, she thought. She’d made it through the presentation and unless she’d missed her guess, P.T. Xtreme Sports was going to be the newest account in her impressive portfolio.

Slowly the conference room emptied leaving only herself and Tad. Why was he still here?

Nervously, she tugged at the hem of her suit jacket. “I’m really impressed with you, CJ Terrence.”

“Thanks,” she said. She should just clear the air, tell him they’d gone to high school together and then put it behind her.

He moved closer. There was something sensual in his eyes. Was he attracted to her? He quirked on eyebrow at her as she took a half step backwards.

He smiled at her and closed the gap she’d just opened with her retreat. She tried to reassure herself that he wasn’t stalking her. If she wanted to she could back away and give herself more space. But she didn’t want to. He smelled good. Closing her eyes she inhaled deeply.

He took her hand again rubbing his thumb over the back of her knuckles. “Are you sure we haven’t met before?”

What was she going to say? The truth was she didn’t want him to ever look at her and picture the girl she’d been. But having an account manager that lied to you didn’t exactly inspire confidence.

The rubbing motion of his thumb was sending shots of awareness up her arm. Her hand was tingling and if she wasn’t so reluctant to have her past discovered she’d actually enjoy this time with him.

Cat Girl…that’s what she’d called herself senior year. CJ wished for a time machine. She wouldn’t travel to the future to see the marvels it held, or to the distant past to visit Regency England. She’d travel back to her first year of high school.

She’d find her old locker and destroy the box of HoHos she’d always kept there. Then she’d give her teenaged self a makeover, pointing out gently that baggy clothes didn’t make her look slimmer and finally giving her teenaged self the one piece of advice no one else had given her but someone really should have—never call yourself Cat Girl.

Even if you meant it tongue-in-cheek, some day when you’re almost thirty it will sound humiliating and not funny.

Alas, there was no time machine and she’d just have to muddle through this as best she could. Tad Randolph didn’t own the only large sporting goods chain looking for representation, she could find another one. Of course, by then Paul Mitchum, another ad executive, would have beaten her to the punch and her career with Taylor, Banks and Markim would be down the drain. CJ wished that the floor would open up and swallow her.

“That was a long time ago,” she said at last. “I’m not that person anymore.”

“Come on Tad, honestly would you want Cathy Jane from Auburndale to represent your company?”

“No, I’m not,” she said. She met his gaze. His gray-green eyes had always fascinated her. There was more reflected there now than intelligence and fierce will. Now she saw a man with life experience. A man who tempted her to forget what she’d learned about men and maybe risk her heart on the gamble that this guy would be the one who’d never leave.

She gathered her presentation case and walked out of the conference room without looking back.

She was tempted but knew that nothing good came from dwelling on the past. Besides, Tad had been the reason why she’d moved away from Auburndale. After she’d overheard him talking about her to his friends she’d realized that she needed to start over where no one knew her.

And Chicago had seemed the right place for that. Except she’d learned that running away meant nothing unless you changed, too. She’d been the same shy, awkward girl until Marcus had left and forced her to take stock of her life.

She didn’t really know how to handle men one-to-one. She started to shake her head.

“I know you’ve changed but we were once friends and I’d like to take you to dinner.”

She couldn’t stop her smile. They had been friends. He’d been the only kid her age in the neighborhood that summer they’d both been twelve—popularity and weight hadn’t mattered. They’d ridden their bikes all over the city and spent all their time together. She’d forgotten those days.

There was a part of Tad that was very dear to her. Not the teenaged boy who’d been more concerned about his image than her feelings, but the friend she’d had when she’d first moved to the ridiculously small town of Auburndale. “You’re bigger than you used to be.”

She knew she shouldn’t but couldn’t resist the temptation he represented. He’d been her secret teenage crush, and he’d never noticed her as a woman…until now. It was a fantasy and as long as she remembered that she should be fine. “Okay, one dinner but that’s it. We’re probably going to be working together and I don’t want things to get weird.”

This was creepy. She shouldn’t have that much in common with him—the boy who’d broken her heart and made her doubt she’d be a mate to any man. “I’d love to spar with you.”

“Call me Cat Girl again and I’ll give you a chance. I don’t want to talk about old times.”

She tried to smile as she walked away because she knew that there wasn’t much new to her. She still felt like the same awkward person she’d always been.

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“I Want To Take You To Bed And Break Down All The Barriers You Put Between Us.”

“I Want To Take You To Bed And Break Down All The Barriers You Put Between Us.”

Cinderella’s Christmas Affair

Katherine Garbera

KATHERINE GARBERA

Acknowledgments:

Contents

Prologue

One

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