Seducing Chase

Seducing Chase

By Cassandra Carr

Copyright © 2014 by Cassandra Carr

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This e-book is a work of fiction. While reference might be made to actual historical events or existing locations, the names, characters, places and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

“This seriously sucks.”

PR Director Val Chase shifted in the driver’s seat of her Toyota late Monday morning, drumming her fingertips on the steering wheel, as the drive-thru line inched along. She needed coffee, and she needed it
now
. On Saturday afternoon the hospital where she worked had discovered one of its most prominent researchers had absconded with what appeared to be millions in donations and grant money. She’d been working feverishly ever since to formulate a plan to keep the hospital above water, so to speak. With loads of stress and little sleep, coffee was about the only thing keeping her upright.

The note the doctor left in his lab said he’d gotten in over his head with gambling and needed to “lay low”. He admitted taking enough money to live off for a while, but not exactly how much. Val was just starting to put a damage control plan in place while the hospital figured out exactly how much Dr. Godlowski had made off with.

As the line moved forward by one more car, Val rubbed her temples. A headache was coming on fast—probably caused by a combination of stress and lack of caffeine. There was no way to hide a situation like this; only mitigate the harm it did to the hospital’s reputation.

Finally, after waiting in line for over twenty minutes, she was handed her grande caramel macchiato. She shouldn’t have even left the grounds, but the cafeteria’s poor excuse for coffee wasn’t cutting it on a day like this. Even as aggravating as the line had been, at least she’d gotten away from everything for a little while. She’d been eating, sleeping and breathing this thing for almost forty-eight hours and it was nice to be somewhere where the Earth was spinning normally on its axis. Filled with trepidation, she drove back to the hospital. Clutching the cup like a lifeline, she strode to the entrance. Val hadn’t even made it past the security desk when the head guard called out to her. “After you drop off your stuff, Doug wants to see you in his office.”

“Thanks Mike,” Val called back as she breezed by. That the CEO wanted to see her wasn’t unexpected—they’d been together most of the time since this bombshell had dropped. Leaving her purse and coat in her office, she then grabbed her legal pad, cell phone and coffee, and high-tailed it to the elevator, pushing the button for the tenth floor where the CEO’s office was located. Doug’s secretary waved her into his office with a distracted hand as she held the phone between her shoulder and head and took notes on a pad in front of her. Val pulled open the heavy door and slipped into the room.

Doug was on the phone as well, and motioned her to take a seat. Sinking into the plush leather chair in front of his massive desk, Val took a cautious sip of liquid heaven. The sweet caramel blended with the creaminess of the whipped cream and the coffee itself to create nirvana in her mouth. Val could almost feel the caffeine spreading through her veins. Yes, she was an addict, but she figured it was better than being addicted to soda pop or something even worse.

Doug’s secretary rang through shortly after Doug’s phone call finished to say a visitor had arrived. The door opened and a man entered. Val gaped and nearly poured coffee down the front of her suit. The guy was a walking display of testosterone.

Doug stood and walked around the desk, holding out his hand. The man shook it and they exchanged a few words before Doug stepped back. “I’d say it’s good to see you again, and it is, but well…” He cleared his throat, but the man remained silent. “Anyway, glad you could make it on such short notice.” He turned to her. “Val, this is Nate O’Halloran. He’s an old friend who does PR work.”

Val stared at the man. “Nate O’Halloran? You mean the guy who made Ricky Chuu’s sex tape disappear last year? That Nate O’Halloran?”

What the hell is going on?
She frowned. Were things worse than she’d thought? Why on earth would Doug call on someone like Nate, old friend or not? It was like ordering a missile to take out an ant hill. Nate was the big-time.

A ghost of a smile appeared on Nate’s lips, as if he was pulling thoughts straight from her head, and Val was pretty sure she heard a quiet chuckle.
A little full of himself, isn’t he? I guess he can afford to be.

She didn’t have time to consider further, as Doug spoke again. “The very same. We know each other from way back and Nate has agreed to help us out with our current ‘situation’.”

Val had to hold back a gasp. Obviously Doug didn’t think she could handle this on her own and was bringing in a ringer. A very expensive ringer, if her guess was correct. Where was he getting the money for this? Nate was no “small bit of help”. He was big-time. Yes, this was a nasty, horrible situation, but hiring Nate was like using a firehose to put out a campfire. Maybe Dr. Godlowski wasn’t the only one stealing. Val swallowed thickly. She knew that was an unfair accusation. Still, she couldn’t hide the annoyance in her voice when she stated, “You didn’t mention Nate at all yesterday, during the meetings, or even this morning.”

Val had thought she was doing well at the job. She was well liked by the staff and had made a lot of connections in the national media, which was one of the weakest areas of their publicity plan when she’d taken the job at the hospital. Did Doug secretly think she wasn’t good enough—
or not so secretly, since he’d brought Nate in
—or that she couldn’t handle the pressure of recent events?

Doug had the grace to look chagrined. “Yes, well…let’s get down to brass tacks. Nate and I were discussing the best way to handle our problem while he drove up here, and he has some ideas different from those we batted around yesterday.”

Batted around? We met for fourteen hours and did a whole hell of a lot more than batting around suggestions! We had a plan—one I’ve already begun to implement.

Nate smiled, as if he knew exactly what she was thinking. Striding over to her on long, lean legs encased in a pair of undoubtedly custom-tailored dress pants in a dark charcoal color, he offered his hand. “You must be the director of public relations Doug spoke so highly of. Val, was it? A pleasure to meet you.”

Yeah, she’d just bet Doug had raved about her and how competent she was as he hired his old friend to replace her. She stood and straightened her suit jacket before extending her own hand. His closed around hers and Val jerked, as an electrical shock shot up her arm. He seemed to feel it too, though, as his eyes went dark with heat. Val cleared her throat, pulling away and flexing her hand.

Doug went on, apparently oblivious to the sudden change in atmosphere in the room. Surely the temperature had just risen about fifty degrees? A trickle of sweat worked its way down her back. “Let’s all have a seat. Nate, why don’t you explain your philosophy to Val?”

“It’s simple, really,” Nate answered, as he took the seat next to hers, his deep voice clear and confident. It was obvious Nate was supremely comfortable in his own skin.

As well he should be. He’s drop-dead gorgeous and obviously quite good at his job, given the scrapes he’s gotten his celebrity clients out of.

Val looked him up and down with as much subtlety as possible. A crisp white shirt stretched over a set of shoulders that looked as if they could hold up the entire world. His tie, a dark plum color, set off his suit beautifully. Looking up at his face, she noted a broadness which might not be considered handsome, unless you liked that kind of thing, which, judging by the surprising throbbing between her thighs, she did. Nate had thick black hair too, and if she didn’t know his last name was O’Halloran she would’ve thought he was of Hispanic descent. She wondered idly if his mom had given him his eye color and swarthy skin tone, as they didn’t look very Irish to her.

As she continued to stare, mute, his set of wide lips curled up into a smirk and she blinked.
Busted. Totally busted.
Mind in the game, girl. You’ve got a big problem, and if you’re going to prove your worth to Doug, drooling over Nate isn’t going to help.
Besides, from what she knew of him, Nate was one of those playboys with a different woman on his arm every night. Pictures of him made the gossip rags almost as often as those of his clients. Better to admire him from afar and leave it at that.

Nate continued. “All press is good press—at least where an outfit such as your hospital is concerned. Despite your prominence in the cancer community, you’re not exactly a household name, like Memorial Sloan-Kettering or Johns Hopkins.”

All press is good press.
Oldest marketing fallacy in the book, in her opinion.

Val made a vain effort to tamp down her aggravation, both at herself for her physical reaction to Nate and at him for just waltzing in and taking over. She’d spent the better part of the past year getting her doctors appearances on major network shows, quoted in major print outlets, and booked as guests on some of the country’s highest-rated radio programs. CCC was well on its way to being as well-known as those other institutes. Things like this took time though, and she’d rather in the interim the hospital
not
be known for this particular escapade. The faster they could shift attention elsewhere the better.

Nate began to speak again and Val interrupted. “With all due respect, Mr. O’Halloran–”

“Nate.”

Val ground her teeth. “With all due respect, Nate, the hospital has come a long way in the past year, and if I was going to choose a method of getting our name out there more it wouldn’t be by capitalizing on a catastrophe like this.”

“Also with all due respect, Val.” Her temper ratcheted up another notch when he spoke slowly, as if he were talking to a four-year-old. “You can either act like it’s a calamity, or you can use the situation and turn it around to your advantage.”

Val scoffed. “To our advantage? How can it
possibly
be to the hospital’s advantage to have one of our most prominent researchers steal money and then disappear?”

Doug put up a placating hand. “Let’s everybody calm down and take a step back. We all want the same thing here.” Val bit back a snort, bowing her head to pick an imaginary bit of lint off her pencil skirt, as Doug continued. “I’ve already spoken to the National Institutes of Health about the theft. Much of what Dr. Godlowski made off with came from their funding. I also initiated an internal investigation and contacted the FBI. There are no leads yet, but they’ll keep us in the loop.”

Val’s eyes widened. “Did you get any sleep at all? We made those decisions late last night.”

Doug gave a humorless chuckle. “I don’t need much, luckily, and I started making phone calls at eight o’clock sharp. I’m sure it was a wonderful way for everyone to begin their week. Stay close to your office or bring your cell with you if you have to leave your area. And remember, for right now our reaction to inquiries is ‘no comment’ until we devise a plan.”

Argh! We have a freaking plan. Or at least we did until Mr. Gorgeous-But-Arrogant-as-Hell showed up.

The two men remained seated, so Val rose and left Doug’s office alone. It was surprising how much the action hurt. She’d worked hard to get where she was and the knowledge that, at the first sign of a crisis, he’d called in Nate burned her. But she wanted this job—she needed this job—so Val guessed she’d have to play nice-nice with the PR muscle. When she got to the elevator, she punched the button so hard her nail broke and she cursed silently.
Val made a face.
Easier said than done to get along with the likes of him.