the threat. There was nothing that her sister would like more than to take that which she desired. She was right about Tracey being clever, but hadn’t realized that he was so clever that he had told her sister the same thing.
When Felix had approached her, offering a plan to split Felicia and Tracey, offering to hand Tracey over on a silver platter, Amanda had almost believed it was too good to be true. However, being used to getting everything she wanted, “too good to be true” wasn’t a concept she understood well.
So F elix and she had partnered up. She had made sure he received an invite to the party, and was keeping him up to date on her end. He hadn’t been very forthcoming on his part but, she had to admit, his plans were running smoothly, and seemed to her to be pretty flawless. Also, he had no reason not to deliver on his promise. The only way Felicia would be his for certain was if Tracey was out of the picture, permanently. She sipped her apple-tini, sighing. It was going to take a little time, but good things were worth waiting for. Another concept she wasn’t truly familiar with, but was rapidly learning.
Tracey stood at the window. The image of Felicia’s skin still made him simmer at the thought. It took much self control to stop from going back into the bedroom and ravaging her, again. Tracey was a smart man, a smart man with a problem. Looking back, it had started with the dressing incident. No, he thought. It started when we first became friends .
The trouble was, he knew he wasn’t going to give her up. Not ever. At least, not willingly. He also knew that a scandal with he and his secretary was not what he needed, and if it was found out that Senator would cut all ties.
Tracey crossed his arms. That wasn’t the real problem, and he knew it. The real problem was, Felicia was the finest assistant he’d ever had (and he meant that physically as well as work-wise). He didn’t want to give up working with her, though he realized that that would be the correct thing to do. She would likely understand. Letting her go would prevent their dating from being a scandal. Sure, there would be some buzz in the “old world”, rich, elitist upper crust about him dating outside his race – and with a black woman, no less! However, he didn’t care about that. Moreover, he knew that her beauty and charm would win most of them over, anyway.
The real problem was the day-to-day working. Could they be professional without distracting each other? The next few months were going to be crucial, and Tracey knew he couldn’t afford for mistakes to be made.
As he was asking these questions, he failed to notice Felicia come from behind him, wearing a bath robe. Her left hand curved around from his side, resting on his chest. She laid her head on his back. Her right hand curved around to his face, holding a phone.
“You need to call the contractors in Europe. Everything seems to have gone through, but we should check now to make sure,” she said, yawning.
“They need to hear your voice. A personal thank you might make things go more smoothly next time,” she finished. She then walked over to the kitchen area and began to take out various implements of food and cookware to prepare breakfast. That’s right, he thought. Felicia loves to cook. He had only had her dishes a few times, but they had always been delicious. He looked at the phone in his hand. The number for the Europe folks had already been selected. In the notes under the number it read: Head manager’s name: Philippe. Assistant Manager: Marcos. She had put it there, remembering he was bad with names.
Tracey chuckled at himself. There was just no way that he was going to fire this woman. Well, he thought, hearing the hiss of butter on a skillet in the background as he dialed, I suppose I’ll just have to try having it both ways. It’s worth a shot, anyway.
The other end picked up.
“Hello. This is Euro-ship, head department