Her Sexiest Mistake

Tess bent down out of sight and came back up with a huge, lush green plant in a beautifully hand-painted clay pot. 'Well, now you know the good news. Do you think I should keep the plant out here? You know, to protect it?'

Yeah, yeah, so she'd killed every single plant she'd ever had, not to mention every goldfish…

She'd gotten the Anderson account. Everyone in the free advertising world wanted the Anderson account. She'd fought long and hard-and she'd won.

All around her the carefully controlled chaos continued, and though she'd have liked to burst into song and do the happy dance, she just continued to grin. 'This is definitely good,' she said in grand understatement.

Tess laughed and set down the plant to hug Mia.

'Does everyone know?' Mia asked.

Tess's grin widened as she pulled back. 'Oh, yeah.' She shifted close. 'It's said that Dick actually smiled at the news that it landed in-house.'

Dick Sterling was Mia's boss. 'So give me the bad news,' Mia told her. 'Not that anything can be bad today.'

Tess's smile faded. 'You're not going to like it.'

'Never start out with that sentence.'

'Ted is waiting for you in your office.'

Mia's eye twitched. 'What does he want?'

'There's no telling.'

'Why don't you tell him that at the moment I'm out of my mind, but he can feel free to leave a message.'

Tess smiled tightly. 'He says he has a beef with you, but we both know he really has a beef for you.'

Mia wrinkled her nose. 'Don't, I just ate breakfast.'

'You don't eat breakfast.'

“Yeah. Damn.' She inhaled deeply and concentrated on the Anderson account. 'All right. I can handle him.'

“Like you handled-what's that guy's name on twenty-five?'

'Phil.' Mia had gone out with tall and hunky Phil one night after they'd met at a mutual friend's birthday party. But he'd been a piss-poor kisser, not a promising sign. 'I told you, that didn't work out.'

Tess sighed. An eternal optimist always looking for “the one,' she worried that Mia had commitment issues.

Speaking of things working out. Did your sweet little old lady neighbor enjoy the cookies I baked yesterday?'

Uh huh.' Mia reached for her stack of phone messages.

Tess nabbed them first, holding them out of reach.

Mia, knowing what was coming, sighed. 'What?'

“Talk to me.'

'Yes, thank you, the cookies worked wonders. Look, I just got the news of the year. Trying to remain excited here.'

“Do you think I can't tell when you're lying trough your teeth?'

“I am excited.'

“The cookies, Mia.'

“Fine. The cookies were a huge hit,' Mia said with great exaggeration, waggling her fingers for the messages.

“By-let me guess now-a man.'

“Does it matter that they weren't for the exact neighbor you thought?'

'No, except I would have charged you double if I'd known you were going to use them as a seducing technique.'

'What? Why?'

'Why? Because I made them thinking you were being kind to old ladies. Because I made them so you'd remember to give me a raise next month when I'm due for review. But, damn it, all that's really going on here is you're getting laid and I am not.'

'I'm always kind to old ladies, and you know I'm going to recommend you for a raise. It's well deserved. Except, of course, when you hassle me. And FYI, to get laid, you have to stop waiting for your prince and date.'

'Fine change of subject.' Tess let out a long breath. 'Just lay low on any destroying of hearts at the moment, okay? Especially with this impending Ted disaster.'

'It won't be a disaster.'

'Says Hurricane Heartbreaker Mia Appleby.'

Unconcerned, Mia eyed her messages. 'I have a creative team meeting, and then a research review for that last campaign we did for Sorvenson Foods. Busy day, as you know all too well. Can I have my messages now?'

But Tess continued to hold the messages hostage. 'Was he cute?'

'Who?'

'Whoever gave you that glow.'

Though Mia appreciated men, she did not sleep with them that often. She had her standards, after all, and besides, being a serial one-night-stander was simply too dangerous in this day and age. Last night had been her first… break, as she thought of it, in a while. 'He was gorgeous.' Again she reached for the messages.

'Are you going to see him again? Wait a minute, why would I ask such a stupid question?' Tess smacked her head. 'Of course you're not. You don't repeat.'

'Unlike some people who shall not be named. I'm not looking for a husband.'

“Good, because you're not going to find him in the sack.'

“I’ll have you know, Kevin was quite amazing in the sack.'

“Kevin.' Tess nodded. 'I'm impressed. You got his name.'

Mia tried to snatch her messages, but Tess hugged them tight. 'I'm just worried about you. You never attach. It's not good for you.'

“I'm attached to you. Though I'd be more attached if you gave me my messages.'

“I'm talking about the person you're going to grow old with. Get gray hair with. Sit on the porch swing and tell stories about the good old days with.'

“I'm never going to get gray hair, thank you very much. And I don't like swings. Messages?'

How could you not like swings? Tell me the truth. You're not human, right? You grew up in a pod and were placed here on earth when you were twenty-two. Fine. Take your damn messages.' She slapped them into Mia's hand.

Mia looked at her, amused. 'Grew up in a pod?'

“Well, that's just a guess since you won't talk about yourself before college. It's all a big mystery.'

Some of her amusement vanished. 'Nothing before matters.'

'Mia.' Now Tess gave her one of those patented maternal expressions, full of worry and concern and, damn it, affection. 'Of course it matters, it-'

'Stop. Okay? Just stop. You worry far too much. Thanks for the messages.' Mia grabbed the plant.

'Don't punish the poor plant!'

Mia just shook her head and headed for her office door, passing up the cubicles of the four members of her creative team, Janice, Tami, Steven, and Dillon. They were all at work on various projects, so she waved and