Summer Beach Reads. Natalie Anderson

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      ‘I took the front-of-house team to lunch. Made their managers sit on reception.’

      She grudgingly smiled. ‘I’m sure that was popular.’

      ‘It got their attention. One coped just fine and the other knows where his knowledge gaps are.’

      ‘And the receptionists?’

      ‘Had a lovely lunch, got sloshed and betrayed everything that was really going on while I was away.’

      Away. As if he’d been off travelling. Maybe that was what they thought. ‘Their existence should be hellish once you start firing people,’ she murmured.

      He slid a glass of water towards her.

      ‘No one’s getting fired. I’m not going to punish anyone for something that was my doing. I was too focused on keeping the clients happy; I neglected the team. The people who helped me deliver it. So that’s my mistake, not theirs.’

      She stared at him for long moments, unease at discovering these new aspects to him fuelling her confusion. Working with NGOs, owning his mistakes, hand-making boats.

      What was he doing—trying to be irresistible?

      She shook her head. ‘Who are you?’

      ‘Maybe a better question would be “who was I?”‘ He leaned back on the kitchen island, tall and strong, his hips turned squarely towards her, ankles crossed. ‘And the answer was “blinkered and self-involved”.’

      ‘Past tense?’

      ‘Somebody helped me to see things a little differently. To widen my lens.’

      ‘Would that someone be me?’ She dropped her eyes, then glanced up at him.

      He winced. ‘See, somebody is bound to get full of themselves and become unbearable if I answer that.’

      A smile slipped past her careful barriers. ‘Not that you’d recognise the signs of that.’

      His own lips parted in a reciprocal smile. ‘Not at all.’

      ‘Huh. Shame,’ she said, leaning back as far as she could on her white stool and matching his body language. ‘I find self-confidence extremely appealing.’ He paused with the glass of water halfway to his lips. ‘Almost as appealing as that whole bad-boy thing you have going on.’

      But only because she was starting to understand it was just a mask he wore. Maybe only another mask-wearer would notice.

      ‘I didn’t realise the bad-boy thing was part of the attraction.’ He placed his glass on the spotless benchtop and moved towards her. ‘Being a jerk will certainly save me a heap of time and effort.’

      She laughed and tipped her head up to face him. ‘You’ve exposed yourself as a decent guy now. Damage is done.’

      His grin turned feral. ‘It’s only just gone noon. I have hours yet to disappoint you.’

      God, she adored this man’s brain. She knew plenty of smart men who left her cold, so it wasn’t just an IQ fetish. Hayden did intellectual foreplay like no one else on this planet. He barely had to try. No wonder she’d fallen for him.

      She spluttered her first sip of water.

      Realisation and despair flooded her in equal measures.

      Hayden relieved her fingers of her own half-drunk glass and Shirley used the moment to curl her other hand around the leather top of the seat and steady herself while her world rocked. Like balancing in the gondola in stilettos. She kept her eyes fixed on him, convincing herself that if he wasn’t stumbling then the intense rocking couldn’t be real.

      Fallen for him? Was she that stupid?

      He helped her down off the stool and led her across the lower floor of the property. ‘Where are we going?’ she murmured past the tight choke in her chest.

      Love. The one thing she’d promised herself she would not do. Not with him.

      He turned back to her, oblivious to her crisis. ‘I thought you might like to see the view from the bedroom.’

      She forced air back over her lips and into her tight lungs, determined to give nothing away as his fingers curled more securely into hers and they stepped onto the central stairway. ‘That’s subtle. Has that worked for you in the past?’ She forced another breath in.

      That was the key—in, out, in, out. Until breathing felt normal again.

      ‘It’s working for me now. You’re still moving.’

      She made herself laugh. Light and casual. Nothing like she actually felt. ‘It’s in my best interests to follow you. We don’t have much time together. I wanted this.’

      But she didn’t want to love him. She hadn’t meant to.

      ‘See. You’re an influence natural. I should recruit Shiloh.’

      That actually achieved the impossible, distracting her slightly from the momentous bad news of just a moment before. The one starting with L …

      She stopped midway up the stairs and stared at him. He turned back and looked down at her.

      ‘It hasn’t dawned on you yet, has it?’ he said. ‘How similar our jobs are.’

      ‘They’re nothing like each other.’

      ‘Come on,’ he challenged. ‘You didn’t write that article on Russell’s group to get him a swag of new supporters? To raise awareness about dolphins?’

      ‘I informed people …’

      ‘You influence them.’

      She stared. He pulled her into movement again, up onto a landing as immaculate and show-homey as downstairs.

      ‘You appealed to their compassion or their intellect, you targeted it and you used it. Admit it, we’re in the same game.’

      ‘No, we’re not.’ He seemed way too pleased with that idea.

      ‘I shouldn’t be surprised; we were taught by the same woman.’

      Fortunately, he stopped to open two enormous doors into an equally enormous suite. That saved her the trouble of having to plant her feet again.

      ‘What?’

      ‘Your mother was the queen of influence, Shirley. She knew how to get the best from her students, the top grants out of her institution, the best office from her Dean.’

      She had sure as hell known how to get her daughter to toe the line.

      ‘Is this really your best effort at foreplay, Hayden? СКАЧАТЬ