Feet First

Feet First
Leanne Banks

Designing footwear is Jenny Prillaman's life, so getting the plum assignment to create a socialite's wedding shoes is a dream come true.Dealing with the heiress is another story. So is staying away from her dreamy new boss, a man too hot to deny for long, despite Jenny's best intentions of keeping her business away from his pleasure. Making Bellagio, Inc. an international success is executive Marc Waterson's career ambition.But his life's desire is to find the right woman and settle down. Too bad Jenny would rather follow in his corporate footsteps than try on the glass slippers of a company wife. At least Marc's got one thing going for him — the way to a woman's heart is through a really great pair of shoes!

Leanne Banks

feet first

This book is dedicated to all the so-called

underachievers…who just needed to find their

passion in order to become achievers.

CONTENTS

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER SIX

CHAPTER SEVEN

CHAPTER EIGHT

CHAPTER NINE

CHAPTER TEN

CHAPTER ELEVEN

CHAPTER TWELVE

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

CHAPTER NINETEEN

CHAPTER TWENTY

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

COMING NEXT MONTH

Special thanks to my terrific encouraging friends

and the PFD group: Cindy Gerard, Pamela Britton,

Rhonda Pollero and Cherry Adair, my awesome

parents, Tom and Betty Minyard, and my family for

providing take-out meals and chocolate during

deadline. Thanks, Richard, for helping me with

all things Atlanta. A big high five to the newsliners!

And I can’t forget the beach babes!

“The shoes a woman wants to wear reveal her secret fantasies.”

—Jenny Prillaman, Designer Wannabe

CHAPTER ONE

THIS WAS TURNING into a three-doughnut morning.

Jenny Prillaman scarfed down her second hot Krispy Kreme doughnut, marveling at how something that tasted so light could have so many calories. Krispy Kreme doughnuts weren’t on the approved list of foods for the South Beach diet, and she would have to exchange half her meals for the day on Weight Watchers.

Sighing, she surreptitiously licked one of her fingers. Tough. Her boss wasn’t here and he really needed to be.

She barely brushed some glazed sugar from her chin before executive VP Marc Waterson burst through the door wearing an expression of controlled fury on his chiseled face. “Brooke Tarantino is coming in today. Where’s Sal?”

Jenny cleared her throat and rubbed her sticky hands together beneath her desk. Oh, wow. She’d thought he would send his assistant down to do the inquisition.

Marc Waterson had always struck her as a force of nature carefully concealed in a well-tailored Brooks Brothers suit. She suspected in another time period he would have worn his hair long and carried a sword. He was a lethally clever overachiever type, and Jenny generally tried to avoid such types as she’d been forced to deal with a brother and sister cut from the same cloth since the day she was born.

Except, Marc was so hot he made her forget about her brother and sister, the overachiever part and everything but him. He was the kind of man she fantasized about instead of filing. She remembered the birthday wish she’d made after two martinis that if she ever got a chance to bed Marc, she would do it.