Isn't It Rich?. Sherryl Woods

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СКАЧАТЬ “I want every advantage I can get.” She looked over the ingredients for their dinner, now spread out on the table. “Of course, if you want dinner to be edible, you might want to pitch in.”

      “You can’t cook?”

      “Let’s just say that a peanut butter and jelly sandwich and microwaved oatmeal are my specialties.”

      Richard shook his head. “Move over,” he said, nudging her aside with his hip, then almost immediately regretting the slight contact with her soft curves.

      “And stay out of my way,” he added for good measure.

      She didn’t seem to take offense. In fact, she looked downright relieved. “Can I set the table? Pour the wine?”

      “Sure,” he agreed. “The dishes and wineglasses are in the cabinet right up there.”

      He glanced over as she reached for them and found himself staring at an inch of pale skin as her sweater rode up from the waistband of her slacks. She had a very trim waist. He wanted very badly to skim a finger across that tiny bit of exposed flesh to see if it was as soft and satiny as it looked. He wasn’t used to being turned on by so little. She had to be some kind of wizard to make him want her without half-trying. Only because he didn’t want to let on how hot and bothered he was did he resist the desire to snag the bottom of her sweater and tug it securely back into place. He could just imagine her reaction to that. She’d know right then and there that she had the upper hand. Who knew how she’d use that little piece of information.

      “Have you had this place a long time?” she asked when she finally had all the dishes in her arms. As she turned and set the precariously balanced load on the table, her sweater slid back into place, thank God.

      “Since we were kids,” he told her as he scrubbed the potatoes. “Destiny missed the water and the country when she came back from living in France, so we piled into the car one weekend and went exploring. She spotted this house and fell in love with it.”

      “I can understand why. The view of the Potomac is incredible. It must be wonderful to sit on the front porch in the summer and watch the boats on the water and listen to the waves.”

      “I suppose it is,” he said, distracted by the dreamy note in her voice.

      Melanie gave him a knowing look. “How long has it been since you’ve done that?”

      “Years,” he admitted. “Usually when I come down here, I bring a pile of paperwork and never set foot outside. I come because it’s peaceful and quiet and I know no one will interrupt me.” He regarded her with a wry expression. “Not usually, anyway.”

      Melanie nodded as if she’d expected the response. “I’d read that you were a workaholic.”

      “Just proves the media gets it right once in a while.”

      “Haven’t you ever heard that all work and no play makes one dull?”

      He shrugged. “I never really cared.”

      She studied him curiously. “What kind of image do you see yourself projecting as a candidate?”

      Richard paused as he was about to put the potatoes into the oven. He hadn’t yet given the matter much thought. He should have. Instead, he’d based his decision to run for office on the expected progression of his life carefully planned out by his father, probably while Richard was still in diapers.

      “I want people to know I’m honest,” he began, considering his reply thoughtfully. “I want them to believe that I’ll work hard and that I’ll care about their problems, about the issues that matter to them.”

      “That’s good,” she said. “But did you go to public school?”

      “No.”

      “Have you ever had to struggle for money, been out of work?”

      “No.”

      “Ever been denied a place to live because of the color of your skin?”

      He flushed slightly. “No.”

      “Do you have good medical insurance?”

      “Of course. So do my employees.”

      “Ever had to go without a prescription because you couldn’t afford it?”

      “No.” He saw where she was going, and it grated on his nerves.

      “Then what makes you think they’ll believe you can relate to their problems?” she asked.

      “Look, I can’t help that I’ve led a life of privilege, but I can care about people who haven’t. I can be innovative about ways to solve their problems. I know a lot about business. Some of those principles can be applied to government as well,” he said, barely able to disguise his irritation. “Look, I don’t get this. If you think I’m such a lousy candidate, why do you want to work for me?”

      She grinned. “So I can show you how to be a good candidate, maybe even a great one.”

      He shook his head at her audacity. “Confident, aren’t you?”

      “No more so than you are. You believe in yourself. I believe in myself. That could be the beginning of a great team.”

      “Or a disaster waiting to happen,” he said, not convinced. “Two egos butting heads at every turn.”

      “Maybe, but if we remember that we both have the same goal, I’m pretty sure that will get us through any rough patches.”

      Richard considered her theory as he heated the fancy grill that was part of the restaurant-caliber stove he’d had installed once he’d taken up gourmet cooking to relax. He tossed on the steaks. “How do you want it?” he asked.

      Melanie stared at him, looking puzzled. “Want what?”

      He grinned. “Your steak.”

      “Well-done,” she said at once.

      “I should have guessed.”

      “I suppose you eat yours raw,” she muttered.

      “Rare,” he corrected.

      “Same thing. It’s all very macho.”

      “I suppose you think I should give up beef or something to appease the vegetarian voters.”

      “Don’t be ridiculous. There must be a zillion very popular steak houses in the Washington area. There’s your constituency.”

      “I like to think I can relate to people who prefer lobster, too.”

      She laughed and shook her head. “My work is so cut out for me.”

      “You don’t have the job,” he reminded her.

      She stepped up beside him and snagged a slice of red pepper from the pan of vegetables he was sautéing. Then she grinned. “I will,” she said with total СКАЧАТЬ