Australia: In Bed with the Playboy. Emma Darcy

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СКАЧАТЬ She sighed. ‘Are you absolutely certain you wouldn’t like to see him again, Ivy?’

      ‘Yes, I am. I don’t fit into his kind of life and he wouldn’t fit into mine. End of story,’ she said emphatically, ignoring the flutters in her stomach and forcefully remembering the way Jordan’s housekeeper had checked her over—the latest candidate for her employer’s bed.

      ‘Well, in that case, my lips are sealed. Such a shame!’ Sacha muttered and disconnected.

      By Monday morning Ivy was more settled into the idea that her night with Jordan was a one-off experience which she could look back on with pleasure and no regrets. Heather, of course, wanted to know everything, the moment she swept into the office.

      ‘Did he zero in on you?’

      ‘Yes, he did,’ Ivy answered, and even managed to smile at her friend’s whoop of triumphant excitement.

      ‘Tell me all!’ Heather demanded.

      Ivy confessed that she had succumbed to the temptation of enjoying Jordan’s company at the gallery and described the follow-up dinner date in great detail, much to Heather’s salacious enjoyment.

      ‘And then? Did you go and look at his paintings?’

      ‘Some of them,’ Ivy teased. No way was she going to confide what actually led to the trip to Balmoral! Some things were too intensely private.

      ‘If you came straight home after that, I’ll kill you!’ Heather ranted. ‘I want to know if he’s a fantastic lover.’

      Ivy laughed, needing to keep the whole episode light and unimportant. ‘He is. I’d have to say he’s very, very good at sex. I’m glad I stayed the night.’

      ‘Only the one night?’

      ‘That was enough, Heather. You know he’s a playboy. I left while he was still asleep and ran into his housekeeper on my way out. If you’d seen the way she looked at me…’

      ‘Another notch on his bedpost?’ Heather interpreted with a sympathetic grimace.

      ‘It didn’t feel good. I was glad I skipped out when I did.’

      ‘Fair enough!’ Heather grinned. ‘Marvellous that he was great in bed, though. I think you needed to be taken down from the shelf and dusted off. Hopefully it will get you more interested in looking for some real action in your life.’

      ‘I shall hope for it,’ Ivy replied, grateful that Heather had already relegated the experience with Jordan Powell to the realm of fantasy. Where it belonged. ‘Now let’s get down to work.’

      Occasionally, throughout the day, Heather questioned her further, but it was mainly curiosity about the Balmoral house, what Ivy had seen of it, nothing really personal. Orders for roses came in. The courier was loaded up and sent to the designated addresses. By late afternoon, Ivy was satisfied that her brief encounter with Jordan Powell had been dealt with and would quickly slip into the past. A memory. Nothing more.

      Until he struck again!

      ‘Uh-oh!’ Heather muttered and swung her computer chair around to face Ivy, rolling her eyes for dramatic effect. ‘You’re not going to like this!’

      ‘What?’

      ‘Jordan Powell is ordering roses and double chocolate fudge to go to your mother.’

      ‘My mother!’

      ‘With a message attached. For you, Ivy.’

      For one gut-twisting moment, she thought he knew the rose farm was hers.

      ‘It says…“Please tell Ivy…”’

      No, he was still trying to get to her through her mother!

      The relief was so intense she didn’t hear what the message was.

      ‘Say that again, Heather?’

      ‘“Please tell Ivy I need to talk to her. I’ll be at the Bacio Coffee Shop under the clock in the Queen Victoria building between noon and two o’clock on Saturday and Sunday. I’ll wait until she comes.”’

      He wanted a face-to-face meeting, counting on his charm to win her over to what he wanted. She wasn’t going to risk it. No way! She might fall victim to it again.

      ‘What do you want me to do?’ Heather asked.

      ‘Put the order through. It’s business as usual. I’ll speak to my mother about it.’

      ‘Okay.’

      But it wasn’t okay. The same order came through on Tuesday and Wednesday and Thursday and Friday, constantly reminding Ivy of the man.

      ‘Maybe you should go and talk to him,’ Heather said as she was leaving on Friday.

      ‘No!’ Ivy answered firmly.

      But her weekend was totally wrecked, thinking about him waiting for her, wondering if he had something to say she would actually want to hear. Which was ridiculous, given his track record with women.

      He didn’t give up.

      The order was repeated on Monday and every day of the next week. Her mother complained she was drowning in roses and putting on weight with all the double chocolate fudge.

      ‘You don’t have to eat it,’ Ivy cried in sheer frustration with Jordan’s determined campaign. ‘Give it away. Give the roses away.’

      ‘I don’t see why you can’t go and talk to him,’ her mother argued. ‘It’s not as if he’s asking you to come into his parlour, Ivy. It’s a public place. You can walk away any time you like.’

      ‘I don’t want to see him. Full stop.’

      However, her refusal to meet Jordan did not stop him.

      Her mother was inundated with roses and fudge for the third week running. Even Heather, with all her Rose Valentino knowledge, started doubting Ivy’s decision.

      ‘You must have made a big impact on him, Ivy. To be this persistent…and waiting two hours at a coffee shop for you to turn up…’ She frowned and shook her head. ‘I don’t think a dilettante would do that.’ Her eyes gathered a look of fantastic possibilities as she added, ‘What if it’s a serious attraction? Maybe you should give it a chance. You did say he was a great lover.’

      ‘How could it work between us? I’m here. He’s there,’ Ivy pointed out with considerable vehemence, needing to hang on to common sense.

      ‘Distance wouldn’t be a problem for a billionaire. He probably owns a helicopter.’

      ‘I bet it’s no more than an ego thing and I’m not giving in to it,’ Ivy declared with fierce determination.

      Heather said no more, keeping her thoughts to herself, but Ivy could see the glint of pro-Jordan speculation in her eyes as the orders continued through the fourth week. Which was downright СКАЧАТЬ