Courting Trouble. Kimberly Dean
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Название: Courting Trouble

Автор: Kimberly Dean

Издательство: HarperCollins

Жанр: Современная зарубежная литература

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isbn: 9780007579549

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      The woman’s eyes widened when she saw how many zeroes were on the cheque. ‘Always a pleasure,’ she repeated.

      ‘I’ve also managed to convince Veronica Waters to talk to you about being a spokesperson for the charity.’ Nina tucked her clutch under her arm and waved knowingly. ‘I’ll tell Arnie about it tomorrow, but I know he’ll forget. Just contact her people after a day or so.’

      ‘Veronica Waters?’ The secretary nearly came out of her seat. ‘Oh, Ms Lockwood. That’s fabulous news.’

      Nina winked and turned away. That bath and dark chocolate were calling her name. She made her way back to the elevator, still observant of those around her. By sight, by touch and by sound. She literally sensed when she crossed the path of Jason Sloan’s gaze, which was still fixed on the pretty blonde waitress.

      She noticed, also, when the waitress glanced back.

      ‘Oh,’ the girl said in surprise when Nina blocked her view. ‘I’m sorry, you startled me.’

      ‘No apologies necessary. Your thoughts were obviously elsewhere.’ Perhaps on the brawny businessman with the steely dark eyes? The sexy shark halfway across the room?

      The waitress put her empty tray on the cart. ‘Have a good evening, miss. I hope you enjoyed yourself.’

      ‘Here in the Blue Lagoon?’

      The girl understood, but the only response she allowed was a twinkle in her eye.

      Nina held out a business card. ‘I’ve been impressed by what I’ve seen tonight. Here’s my card.’

      The waitress blinked in surprise. She turned the card this way and that before looking up in confusion. ‘I don’t understand.’

      ‘I’m looking for people like you. Conscientious, perceptive and sophisticated.’ Nina slipped her a hundred-dollar tip and punched the call button for the elevator. ‘You said you were looking for something more rewarding. Just call the number. We’ll set up a time to talk.’

      The girl’s blue eyes widened. ‘For a job?’

      The elevator opened, and Nina stepped inside. ‘I can’t promise you an offer, but I can commit to an interview. Call me. I think you’ll be intrigued.’

       Chapter One

      Sienna’s feet were killing her, her stomach was rumbling and all she wanted to do was sleep. The evening had been more taxing than she’d prepared herself for. The Apple Tree Grille hadn’t provided enough wait staff for an event as large as the Aquamarine fundraiser had turned out to be. She’d been on her feet for hours, and she was tired of smiling. With all those projection scenes and people milling about, she felt as if she’d just swum the ocean.

      She’d certainly been swimming with sharks.

      She winced as she reached the top of the second flight of stairs and let herself into her apartment. She kicked off her shoes and flexed her toes.

      ‘Ah.’ That felt so much better.

      ‘Ahhhhhhh,’ came an echo from down the hallway.

      Her spine stiffened in surprise. More murmurs followed, and heat filled her cheeks. Apparently, that felt better, too.

      Her arms dropped limply to her sides, and she sent a woeful look to the heavens. Margo had company.

      Tiredly, Sienna dropped her keys in the bowl by the door. Her roommate had recently started dating the drummer in her band, and they were still in the hot-and-heavy stage of their relationship.

      Trying to block out the explicit sounds, Sienna headed to the kitchen. She transferred the leftovers she’d brought home in a doggy bag to a plate. She cocked her head as she evaluated the meal. Good enough for a bachelorette’s dinner. She grabbed a bottled water and waited for the hors d’oeuvres to heat. Unfortunately, the panting coming from the bedroom was louder than the whir of the microwave. When the bell finally dinged, it coincided perfectly with an excited cry. Sienna swept up her plate and made a beeline for her bedroom.

      It wasn’t that she was a prude. She understood sex. She appreciated how good it could feel and how it let one express feelings for a significant other. She just didn’t care to be drawn into someone else’s bad porno movie.

      A voyeur she was not.

      Unfortunately, this apartment didn’t allow for much privacy. Her Logan Circle neighbourhood had seen a bit of revitalisation in recent years. Unfortunately, the row house she rented hadn’t seen any of that remodelling. The walls were thin, the floors creaked and, frankly, Margo wasn’t quiet.

      Her roommate let out another moan just as Sienna was passing the occupied bedroom. The sound was enough to make her eyes widen and her sore feet pick up their pace. She closed her own bedroom door behind her, but the sounds of pleasure seeped through the wall separating the rooms.

      Tiredness suddenly assailed her. As if tonight hadn’t been challenging enough, now she had to listen to sex sounds all night long? This close, she could hear the mattress squeaking and the headboard thumping.

      That drummer really did know how to set the rhythm.

      Face flaring, Sienna determinedly set about doing her own thing. She put her dinner beside the bed and began to get comfortable. The shoes had been a good beginning, but her hair was starting to weigh down its up-do and the clip was pulling. She removed the pins that kept her hair contained and ran her fingers through it.

      The sigh she let out had nearly as much contentment as the ones coming from next door.

      She was starting to feel better, but this had not been the night she’d planned.

      Reaching back, she caught the zipper of her dress and released it. As work clothes went, the dress wasn’t bad. In fact, she rather liked it. She evaluated the uniform as she hung it on a hanger. At least it had been comfortable. Not too tight, revealing or hot.

      Fall had arrived in the nation’s capital, but in the past few days DC had regressed to more summer-like temperatures. Sliding into a slip chemise, she tried to find the coolness that the air-conditioning in the place was not providing.

      ‘Oh, baby. Harder.’

      Sienna turned away. The heat she felt had nothing to do with the activity going on next door. Nothing.

      Still, she plugged in her ear buds and turned on her MP3 player.

      Finally comfortable, she settled on the bed, stretching her legs out in front of her. A salmon puff or two helped ease the gnawing in her stomach, and she pulled out her laptop.

      She checked her email first to see if she’d had any responses to the on-line applications she’d submitted. Her nose crinkled when all she found was spam sent out by the stores she frequented and a message from her mother.

      Four months.

      It had been four months since she’d graduated with her master’s degree, СКАЧАТЬ