Looking For Mr. Right

By Robin Rance

     

"Miss Davis, why are you here?" He sat behind the desk, his elbows resting on the rich wood, his fingertips touching, and his dark eyes, barely tolerable of me…

 

He was the hottest man I'd ever seen, and I had dated a rock star, a basketball player, and a pilot, who were, in my opinion, all tens.

 

"I need a job."

 

He picked up my resume, skimmed through it quickly, then set the folder on top of his desk. "I have a proposition for you."

 

"But…"

 

"Miss Davis, please shut that little mouth of yours and listen."

 

I listened all right, and then I laughed in his face. "That's preposterous, Mr. Wright."

 

"Why? Do you find me unattractive?"

 

"Well, no."

 

"You already mentioned that you were desperate to find a husband and work. What I'm proposing isn't really work, but it pays well, and after the contract is up, you will be all set for life. So, what's the problem?"

 

"I don't know you. We barely met."

 

"Then I suggest we get to know one another right away. I'll pick you up at six this evening. I've got your address here."

 

"But…"

 

"What's the problem now, Miss Davis?"

 

"I-I don't know what to wear?"

 

"I'm sure you've got a little black number of some kind. Every woman does. Wear that and be ready by six. I'm never late."

• Language: English
• Publisher: Write Trak LLC
• Release date: Jun 24, 2019
• ISBN: 9781386366164

Robin Rance

Robin Rance is married but spent twenty-two years as a single mother of five before she married her forever husband. She was a letter carrier for twenty-four years and is now retired from the postal service. Now she lives in Southern Utah, where she writes her books, cooks, and spends quality time with her family and grandkids.   Robin began writing after a reoccurring dream kept making an appearance. She wakes up regularly with other stories begging to be told. Robin generally writes contemporary romance and has written other genres, including inspirational romance and a fantasy historical book. She also has three children’s books, one a sweet young adult book.  Robin currently has over thirty books that are all self-published and is always working on writing more. If you enjoy what you’ve read, please remember to leave a review, and please recommend her to your friends and family members who read

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Miss Davis, why are you here? He sat behind the desk, his elbows resting on the rich wood, his fingertips touching, and his dark eyes, barely tolerable of me...

He was the hottest man I'd ever seen, and I had dated a rock star, a basketball player, and a pilot, who were, in my opinion, all tens.

I need a job.

He picked up my resume, skimmed through it quickly, then set the folder on top of his desk. I have a proposition for you.

But...

Miss Davis, please shut that little mouth of yours and listen.

I listened all right, and then I laughed in his face. That's preposterous, Mr. Wright.

Why? Do you find me unattractive?

Well, no.

You already mentioned that you were desperate to find a husband and work. What I'm proposing isn't really work, but it pays well, and after the contract is up, you will be all set for life. So, what's the problem?

I don't know you. We barely met.

Then I suggest we get to know one another right away. I'll pick you up at six this evening. I've got your address here.

But...

What's the problem now, Miss Davis?

I-I don't know what to wear?

I'm sure you've got a little black number of some kind. Every woman does. Wear that and be ready by six. I'm never late.

Copyright:

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Dedication:

This is dedicated to my sisters. I love you all so much, and I wanted to write a fun book that we could all share.

Thank you to my husband for always being my Mr. Right.

Thank you to my children for being supportive of me even when you think I’m crazy!

Acknowledgments:

My editor, Barren Editing

Chapter 1

Cassie (I dated a Rockstar)

Yup, I felt the pressure more and more every day. I was turning twenty-nine next month, and I was starting to hear the same old lines that I swore would never be said about me. ‘You’re going to be an old maid.’ ‘Oh, I get it, you don’t like men?’, and the worst one yet, was from my mom, ‘I want more grandbabies, and Paulette already has five.’

That’s because my sister, Paulette, married, Baxter West,  her Mr. Right, right out of high school. And yes, they were the classic couple, with five perfect children, two girls and three boys, one dog, and they had two cars, a boat, and a custom-built a home in Henderson Nevada, complete with a swimming pool, home gym, office, and a mother-in-law suite, (they called it a casita.)

But back to my story. I’m a flight attendant who’s been searching for Mister Right, ever since I started my career with the airlines. Since then, I’ve dated A Rockstar, a pilot, and a basketball player. None of them met my requirements for a husband. My mother said I should lower my expectations, and perhaps I’ll learn to love the man. She only liked my dad when they were first married, but she was pregnant with my sister, Paulette, and I guess in those days, you didn’t have a kid unless you were wed.

To make things even worse, the airlines I was working for, laid off half their staff, with no hope in the future of being rehired. The airlines were being sued by someone who was forced to give up her seat, claimed she was maltreated, and then she was removed from the plane when she refused to cooperate. And that started another slew of lawsuits which resulted in the airlines’ decision to shut down their operations.

To top it off, my mother just informed me, that the money, which was left to me by my father’s parents, in a trust for my children, would go to charity if I didn’t have a child by the time I turned thirty.

So, the pressure was on, and not because I needed the money per se, but my mother didn’t want my offspring to live below the means of my sister’s kids. Although some might say they were spoiled rotten, I adored every one of them.

My sister was an attention-seeker, and she used those poor kids of hers to do just that. They were always dressed in the latest children’s fashions, and they all took lessons of some sort, to Better themselves. But I felt it was more a means for my sister to make herself look better in others’ eyes as she dragged them from one lesson to another.

I currently lived with my mother, but she was moving into my sister’s casita, which meant, I would be homeless, jobless, and single. So, I was relocating with her to Las Vegas. It was a big move for us both. We’d have to adjust to the heat after living in Idaho. And Sin city, as my mother referred to it, had plenty of work.

However, I didn’t want to work in a casino.

My sister informed me I could stay with them until I found a place of my own, but they were only giving me a few weeks to find that special place. They were just too generous. So, during the garage sales, donating to the local Salvation Army, and the packing up of our house, I was also working on my resume, and searching the help wanted ads for Las Vegas and the surrounding area.

I had two years of college in computer software and excellent customer service skills. It shouldn’t be too hard for me to find work. I sent my credentials to a few of the prospects that I’d found, and prepared for the big upheaval ...

Three weeks in Las Vegas.

I’m sorry, Cassie. I really am, but Baxter wants his study back. You told me you had a few offers from one of the casinos. Why don’t you take one of them, then once you have a place of your own, you can look for something else.

My sister stood in front of me, acting all self-righteous and speaking to me as if I were one of her children. Sure, Paulette. I’ll live on the west side, in gangland, and pray I don’t get murdered at night since I couldn’t afford anything better because I was working at a minimum wage job. Either that or I get a nicer place on the east side because I became a stripper. I make great tips, but now I have to hire a bodyguard because all the guys who hang out at the club want me to be their baby momma, and they want a chance to spend more quality time with me, AKA Bubbles.

Stop being so dramatic, Cassie. You can choose a better name than Bubbles. Paulette began picking up the mess that her youngest boy, Mark, had made with the box of stencils I’d brought with me from Idaho. We’d had a blast drawing together in Baxter’s office,  the room I was using as my bedroom. 

Ha, ha, ha. That’s easy for you to say. Even if I were hired today, I still wouldn’t get my first paycheck for another week or two. How am I supposed to get a place of my own on that? And don’t most places require a deposit of some sort?

I’m sure they do. Paulette picked up one of the papers that Mark had scribbled on and smiled. I can’t believe you still have those silly stencils that dad gave to you. Oh well, Markie seems to like them.

He hates that name by the way.

Mark?

Yes, Mark. He doesn’t hate Mark, but Markie. He’s five years old, and he told me it makes him sound like a baby, and he’s not. He’s in kindergarten. That’s what he said, Paulette. Honest to God.

Mom told me what our father did.

What do you mean? I started gathering the rest of the stencils and carefully put them back in the box that I’d had for as long as I could remember.

You’ve got to get married soon, or you’ll lose all that money. I used my share to help with this house. The rest of it I put in trust accounts for each of the kids.

I stuck the box into the top drawer of the dresser and spun around to face my sister. Really? Who knew? I figured Baxter paid for everything. I wasn’t worried about the money until we moved here. It would really be useful right about now. Honestly, Pauley, I would take almost anything at this point if it meant getting out of your hair. Anything except the stripper job.

I’ve talked with Baxter about it, and he said he’ll lend you the money that you'll need to move, as long as you pay him back right away. So as soon as you find something, then we can go apartment hunting together.

Oh, good. Then I’ll know what kind of a slum I can afford. I always thought of Las Vegas as being glitzy and glamorous, but along with job hunting, I’ve looked at some of the places that are for rent. I’ll never find Mr. Right in any of those places unless I settle for a crime lord, a drug pusher, or a pimp. I can’t wait to show you what I mean.

Cassie, surely you exaggerate. You’re going to live there, not look for your perfect man. You’ll find him at work.

Oh yes, and that worked out so well for me already. I was certain that working as a flight attendant would help me find the perfect man for me. Mom said to lower my standards, but I can’t do that. If I don’t find Mr. Right in the next few months, then I’m kissing that trust account goodbye. I’m not sure if it’s worth the hassle.

"That’s where you’re wrong, Cassandra. The money is well worth it. If you can’t marry a rich man, then marry a poor one and become more prosperous together.

What are you doing this afternoon? I was hoping you could help me with dinner. I wanted to try making a new recipe that I found online. However, you’re the cook in the family. I can watch you and learn.

I’d either made dinner or helped ever since I got here. I didn’t cook that much when it was mom and me. You’ve always been a user, Pauley. What are you going to do when I move out of here?

We’ll start going out to eat again. Or I’ll ask Mom to help. I’m not a user—not all the time.

Maybe not all the time, but–I’m just saying. Okay, the room’s perfect again. Why should it matter anyway? I’m the one sleeping in here.

But Baxter still needs to get in here and use it sometimes, and he hates clutter.

What a pair you two make. You’re a user, and he’s anal. Oh well, if it works for you, then do what makes you happy.

Paulette walked over and put her arms around my waist, then leaned closer and kissed me on the cheek. And you, sour puss, are a big grouch. Come on, Cassie. You can go with me to the store, and Mom can stay here with Rebecca and wait for the older kids to get off the bus.

I’ll go with you, but I’m not doing the cooking.

ΩΩ   

While I prepared the new recipe that Paulette found online for Chicken Cordon Bleu, she made a green salad and set the table. What’s the heat like in the summertime, Pauley?

You get used to it. It’s really not that bad, and if you get hot, you soak in the pool, or you stay inside and turn up the AC. You and Mom should have come to visit us last summer when we first asked. Do you like a little onion in your salad?

Are you kidding me? Who does that? Onions make me shudder and eating them raw in a salad would ruin the experience for me. I like almost everything else but onions. I should have bought the stuff I needed to make blue cheese dressing.

That’s not good for you, not the way you put it on a salad. I’ll have a little lettuce with my blue cheese, please.

Very funny, Pauley. I’m not that bad. It hasn’t affected me yet.

Oh, but it will. You just wait, once you start having kids; everything you eat goes to your hips and butt.

You look incredible, Paulette. Especially after having five kids.

Paulette popped a cherry tomato into her mouth and answered, I have a closet full of little black dresses that I’m hoping to fit into one day. I should give you a few.

Oh, how fun, and I could wear them while I’m cooking for you. What do I need a dress for?

This is Vegas, Baby. Everyone dresses up. After dinner, we can take the girls upstairs and play dress Cassie up.

I reached over and popped one of the tomatoes into my mouth, And make Mom watch the boys again. She’s not as young as she once was.

Then she can come upstairs with us, and Baxter can take the boys to a movie. It will be fun, and it will give me a chance to cry over all my beautiful things.

Okay, I’ll do it. It  will give me a chance to see what kind of a clothes monster you’ve become.

I’m not sure if they will all fit you.

Why wouldn’t they, you told me yourself that I didn’t need to worry about my food choices, not yet. I followed her into the dining room carrying the dishes, and utensils, and we started setting things out on her massive dining room table

It’s not about your food choices, at all, Cassie. Baxter hurried over and took some of the plates from Paulette and helped us set up. He was the ideal husband, and it was apparent that he still adored my sister. He treated her like a queen.

Then what are you talking about?

Baxter put the last plate on the table and grinned. It’s your boobs.

My eyes shot open. My boobs? That was a shock coming from my sister’s husband.

Yep, your boobs are bigger than Paulette’s, but I don’t mind. She’s perfect for me. He glanced around the kitchen to make sure no one else was in the room, then covered my sister’s breasts with his hands. See, they’re perfect.

Paulette slapped at his hands until he released her, then turned in his arms and they kissed. How was your day, Bax?

It wasn’t bad. I picked up another contract from someone who went bankrupt. Dinner smells delicious by the way.

And you can thank, Cassie for that.

Thank you, Cassandra. Your mother told me you were looking for your Mr. Right. I know a couple of guys at work that I could line you up with if you’re interested?

Thanks a lot, Mom.

Just then, my mother entered the dining room, corralling the kids in front of her. Dinner time was quite the production. I don’t know what I did, but you’re welcome.

I enjoyed spending time with my family. Each one of the kids was encouraged to talk about their day during dinner, and to assure there wouldn’t be any interruptions during the meal, having a cell phone at the table was a huge no-no. I was growing very fond of them. It would be wonderful to have a child of my own one day. I had always wanted more than one, but at this point in my life, I might be lucky even to get one.

Aunt Cassie, have you found a job yet? Maxwell was the oldest boy, and he was as handsome as his father was.

I haven’t, but I’ve got a few prospects lined up for tomorrow. One of them looks very promising. It’s for The Wright Touch. I guess they work on the latest software and come up with new designs for casino games. Have you heard anything about them, Baxter?

"They’ve been in Vegas for several years, and I guess they’re thriving. I know they also have a base in Atlantic City. Wright Senior runs that one, and his son controls the one in Vegas. They are worth Billions. It wouldn’t be too shabby if you got a job working for that company.

"Hey