How To Marry A Billionaire. Ally Blake

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      ‘Are you here to be interviewed?’ he asked.

      ‘That I am. And I can’t believe how nervous I feel. I’ve never done anything like this before.’

      Ready to ask, Like what exactly? Adam suddenly realised that this woman could be one of Chris’s dates. And his first uncensored thought was that Chris was a lucky guy. Adam shifted in his seat, suddenly feeling a mite uncomfortable in the woman’s sparkling presence.

      Then he also remembered that none of the women was to know whom they were going to be meeting on the show. Just some guy, some poor slob hankering for a woman. Not his friend Chris; sweet guy and a billionaire.

      But the funny thing was this woman seemed like a sweet girl too. A sweet girl with eyes that deserved a double take and a mouth that begged to be kissed.

      Adam shook his head to clear the muddy thoughts. What did it matter that she was seriously attractive? He was only finding himself so quickly riveted by her because of any possible harm she might bring to Chris.

      It was a defence mechanism. That was all.

      Chris was too nice to know what was best for him and it was Adam’s job to look out for the guy. He owed him that much. If not everything.

      The door to the offices beyond opened, and a young, hip television-exec type, with unironed clothes and too much gel in his hair, popped his head out.

      ‘Cara Marlowe?’

      Adam’s lady friend stood up.

      ‘That’s me.’

      ‘Great,’ the guy said with an encouraging smile. ‘Come on through.’

      The woman shot Adam a parting grin that included the sexy smile line once more. ‘Wish me luck.’

      Luck meant that within days this fresh-faced, sweet and seriously compelling woman could be dating his best friend. And he found that all he could say was, ‘Go get ’em.’

      Cara followed the young guy, whose name was Jeff, through a maze of corridors and cubicles to his office within the bowels of the top floor of the television station.

      ‘Take a seat,’ he ordered.

      She did.

      ‘Coffee?’

      ‘Ah, no, thanks.’ With caffeine in her veins she’d be bouncing off the walls in no time.

      ‘I’m not so good as you,’ Jeff said, waving his empty mug at her. ‘I’ll be back in a sec.’

      Cara sat upright on the plain simple chair as she waited for Jeff to return. She stared down at her red shoes, which glistened prettily back at her. And she winced. Jeff had walked ahead of her the whole time and she was sure he had not even glanced at her feet once.

      But the guy in the foyer had. She was sure of that. In fact she was sure he had compiled an internal data file of every inch of her, so intense had been his gaze. It was all she had been able to do to keep her footing. New shoes or no new shoes. A guy like that would make any rational woman’s knees go weak without even trying.

      He had dark wavy hair, intense blue eyes, a solid build, hands that looked as though they could play the piano and change a light bulb. He was a hunk and a half. She wondered briefly what he was doing there, waiting in the foyer where those involved with the new secret show had been told to wait.

      What if he was the single guy? The one she might have to style? She pictured him in his immaculate suit with his glossy shoes and his expensive haircut. If he was the one, her job would be redundant. She would have nothing more to do than straighten his tie and run her hands through his hair just before the cameras rolled.

      The thought of getting so up close and personal with that particular gentleman made her suddenly uncomfortable. She shifted in her seat, then gave a little laugh out loud. What need would a guy like that have to go on a dating show? He was gorgeous. The strong, silent type. She imagined a wave of horror rolling across those deep blue eyes at the mere suggestion.

      An alarm went off somewhere in the building and Cara clicked back to the present and remembered she was meant to be preparing for the most important job interview of her life. That was what she should have been focussed on, not daydreaming about the exact shade of some stranger’s blue eyes. But of course she was only thinking about him so much because of the possible boost he could provide her financial status.

      It was a survival mechanism. That was all.

      Her focus cleared and she saw her red shoes still gleaming up at her. She had more important things to think about then and there than some chance acquaintance with Mr Handsome out there. She had to make a grand impression on Jeff.

      She crossed her legs one way but the shoes were still hidden, so she crossed them the other way instead.

      She hadn’t even heard Jeff return so as she swung her right leg over her left she connected fully with the poor guy’s upper thigh. His coffee-cup did a triple back somersault over his desk, trailing steaming milky coffee over everything in its path. The accompanying ‘Oof’ that sprang from Jeff’s mouth told her that the connection had not been a light one. She leapt to her feet, disentangling herself as she went.

      ‘Jeff, I am so sorry! Here, sit down, please.’

      She manoeuvred Jeff into her chair, then reached over to place his tilted empty cup upright, as though it made any difference.

      ‘Are you OK?’ she asked, her attention zeroing in on the guy who held her financial stability in his hands. Hands which were currently stuffed between his legs.

      ‘Did I hurt you a great deal? What can I do to help?’

      He took a few moments to gather his breath before he finally said, ‘When can you start?’

      ‘Start what?’ she asked, suddenly worried what she might be called upon to do to help.

      ‘The job. The gig. The show.’

      ‘I’m hired?’ Cara asked, her squeaky voice showcasing her scepticism.

      ‘That you are,’ Jeff promised, his breathing returning to normal.

      ‘Don’t you want to see my portfolio?’

      ‘No need. We’ve seen what you can do and you come highly recommended by those who’ve worked with you, including Maya Rampling of Fresh magazine, who seems to think you are, and I quote, “a gift from the heavens”, and whose help we will certainly need for marketing the show later on. And that’s enough for us.’

      Cara spun about on the spot but had to right herself against the table when her dainty shoes threatened to give way beneath her.

      ‘So, are you ours for the having?’

      ‘I am all yours, Jeff. You can have me now.’

      The young guy glanced up at her with the beginnings of a smile on his face. Cara snapped her mouth shut and waited for the perfectly reasonable response to her unfortunate phrasing, but instead his kind glance hit the floor once more. He shook his СКАЧАТЬ