Sizzle(2)
“Molly!” Carolyn Miller exploded with a shriek, her hands waving wildly as she dug into her purse. “He broke up with me in a card! A card, Molly!”
Flinching slightly as Carolyn waved the card in question underneath her nose, Molly rolled back in her desk chair. She was familiar with the little piece of paper in the other woman’s hand. She’d seen plenty of them in the year she’d worked for the scurrilous magnate hiding out in the office behind her.
The man couldn’t even bother with originality, Molly thought with a mental eye roll. Every woman he bedded got an identical bouquet of flowers when the relationship came to its inevitable end. And the blasted card said the same thing every time.
She could quote that damn card in her sleep!
Dear (Insert Witless Wonder’s Name Here),
Our time together has been incredibly special, but like life, all good things come to an end. Please accept these flowers and accompanying gift as a token of my high esteem, and please remember our time together fondly.
My highest regards,
Devil
The gift was always a necklace, and the only thing that changed was the gem pendent. Sometimes it was an emerald. Sometimes, a ruby. Occasionally, if Devil had really had a genuinely exceptional time – or what Molly assumed was a great lay – it was a sapphire.
Never diamonds, however. Even Devil wasn’t so callous as to send a girl’s best friend when dissolving a relationship.
But it was always a necklace. And always a bouquet of yellow freaking roses.
She should know. She and his florist had drinks once a week.
“I want to see him!” Carolyn demanded, slamming her Christian Louboutin heel against the expensive tile. “At the very least, he owes me the courtesy of an explanation!”
Good luck with that thought, Molly silently jeered. Satan slows for no mere mortal, even when she has a tiny waist and double-D breasts. Just take the lovely parting and go, she prayed to a God that seemed to be steadfastly ignoring her.
Man, this sucked, Molly thought as she stared into the other woman’s irate face. She’d even semi-liked Carolyn. She was one of the few brainless bimbos the boss man had dated that hadn’t been threatened by Molly’s admittedly strange relationship with him. That had proven to be a really rare occurrence over her months working for Devil, and Molly always appreciated those ladies when they came along, infrequent though it was.
Straightening her slim shoulders, Molly shook her head slowly as she decided a more personal approach might be effective. “Carolyn,” she said with a quiet firmness that she reserved for the ladies that were particularly resistant to Devil’s kiss-off message, “it’s not going to happen. He’s not going to see you. I think you know that.”
Carolyn’s mouth abruptly closed and she blinked quickly several times. “Why, Molly? Why does he do this?” she whispered violently, wisps of her platinum blonde hair flying ever so slightly around her face.
Watching as the woman’s manicured hands curled into fists at her side, Molly shook her head. “I don’t know,” she offered simply. “I’m sorry.”
Touching the blue stone at her throat, Carolyn offered Molly a bitterly rueful smile. “At least I got the sapphire, right?” she whispered painfully. “There must have been something about me he found memorable.”
To soothe or not to soothe? That was the question currently rolling through Molly’s addled mind. The Christian angel that sat on her right shoulder reminded her that it would be the kind thing to do...and would more than likely get the crying woman out of her office quicker. But the cackling demon on her left had more exciting ideas, the best of which was drop-kicking the demanding diva out the door. Oh, how she wanted to do just that!
Her better angels won, as they usually did. “You lasted a lot longer than some of the others, Carolyn,” Molly shared truthfully, even though her mind jeered at what she was saying. The current chick-of-the-moment had only lasted longer than the others by a day or two. Devil never held onto a woman longer than a couple of weeks. Sadly, the man seemed to have the attention span of a perpetually horny gnat. Looking at Carolyn trying so valiantly not to cry, Molly felt compelled to at least try and console her. “You know the only woman that Mr. Delancy has ever really loved is his grandmother. I just don’t think he has it in him to give another woman more than what he offered you.”
Now that was a statement that Molly truly believed. But she was so going to kill Devil for this later!
“Something to be proud of then, I suppose,” Carolyn muttered, lifting her chin and smoothing her silk dress around her hips. Glaring at his closed office door, she shook her head and narrowed her eyes. “One day, Molly, the Devil is going to get his due. I just hope we’re both there to see it.”