An Irresistible Temptation. Elizabeth Bevarly
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Название: An Irresistible Temptation

Автор: Elizabeth Bevarly

Издательство: HarperCollins

Жанр: Короткие любовные романы

Серия: Mills & Boon M&B

isbn: 9781474032865

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СКАЧАТЬ to her had sounded…like a glorified nanny but it paid well and that was all that mattered right now. She was to be an assistant to one of Malcolm Devonshire’s sons.

      Her experience as an executive assistant for legendary record producer Mo Rollins had ensured she’d get the job with Everest Records. She was glad they hadn’t asked too many questions about her dismissal from her last job.

      “Hello, Ms. Taylor, I’m Henry Devonshire.”

      “Hello, Mr. Devonshire. I’m happy to make your acquaintance.”

      Henry held his hand out to her and she shook it. He had big blunt hands with neatly trimmed square nails. His square-jawed face sported a nose that looked as though it may have been broken more than once. Only fitting since he’d been a first-class rugby player until an injury sidelined him. He was still lean and athletic looking.

      “I need you in my office in five minutes,” he told her. “Bring everything you have on Everest Group Records. Financials, groups we have signed, groups we should drop.”

      “Yes, sir, Mr. Devonshire,” she said.

      He paused on the threshold before entering his inner office and smiled at her. “Call me Henry.”

      She nodded. Dang it, he had a perfect smile. The kind that left her feeling utterly gob smacked. Which was ridiculous. She’d read the reports in the tabloids and gossip magazines—he was a player. One with a different girl every night, she reminded herself.

      “Please, call me Astrid,” she said.

      He nodded. “Have you been working here long?”

      “Only a week. I was hired to work specifically with you.”

      “Good, then you won’t be torn about who is in charge,” he said.

      “No, sir, you’re the boss,” she quipped.

      “Indeed I am.”

      She started pulling together the reports he’d asked for. Since her career-ending affair at her last place of employment, she’d made a promise to herself to be utterly professional this time. She had always liked men and, to be honest, knew she flirted more than she should, but it was her way.

      She watched him walk away. Flirting in the office was a bad idea, but he was charming. It wasn’t as if Henry Devonshire was going to make a real pass at her. His social circles contained supermodels. But she’d always had a weakness for blue eyes and a charming smile. It didn’t hurt matters that she’d had a little crush on Henry Devonshire when he’d been introduced as the starting flanker for the London Irish ten years ago.

      So she was ready for Henry’s requests. She had everything in a folder on her desktop and printed off the information for him. She also copied the file onto their shared server.

      Her phone rang. Glancing down at the multiline unit, she saw that Henry was still on his extension.

      “Everest Records, Henry Devonshire’s office,” Astrid said.

      “We need to talk.”

      It was her old boss and former lover, Daniel Martin. Daniel was a bit like Simon Cowell, a record executive who turned everything he touched to gold. But when the gold lost its luster, Daniel moved on. Something Astrid had experienced firsthand.

      “I don’t think we have anything left to say.” The last thing she wanted was to talk to Daniel.

      “Henry Devonshire might feel differently. Meet me downstairs in that park area between City Hall and Tower Bridge in ten minutes.”

      “I can’t. My boss needs me.”

      “He won’t be your boss for long if you don’t speak to me. I think we both know that. I’m not asking for too much of your time, just a few minutes.”

      “Fine,” Astrid said, aware that Daniel could ruin her chances at Everest records with just a vaguely worded comment about her past job performance.

      She wasn’t sure exactly what Daniel wanted—their relationship had ended so badly. Maybe he wanted to make amends now that she was back in the music industry. At least she could hope.

      She sent Henry an instant message telling him she’d be right back and set her phones to go to voice mail. Five minutes later she was walking through the green area on the banks of the Thames. Lots of office workers were sitting outside on the smoke breaks.

      Astrid hurried past them looking for Daniel. She saw his honey-blond hair first. The weather was cloudy and wet today and a little chilly, and Daniel was wearing his favorite Ralph Lauren trench coat with the collar turned up.

      Despite the fact that she was over him, she couldn’t help but notice that he looked good. Women were watching him, and Astrid saw the disappointment on more than one girl’s face when he turned toward her. In the past she’d relished the envious stares of other women. Now she knew that they had nothing to be envious of. With Daniel Martin the charm was only surface deep.

      “Astrid.”

      “Hi, Daniel. I don’t have a lot of time. What did you want to see me about?”

      “What do you think you are doing working for Everest Records?”

      “They hired me. I needed a job since I’m not independently wealthy,” Astrid said.

      “Don’t be glib.”

      “I’m not trying to be. What are you really attempting to say?”

      “That if you poach any of my clients…I will ruin you.”

      She shook her head. How could not know her at all? “I’d never do that. I’m not trying to get ahead by using someone else.”

      “Just be warned. If you come anywhere near my clients, I will call Henry Devonshire and tell him everything that the tabloids didn’t uncover about our affair.”

      With that, he turned on his heel and walked away from her. She just watched him leave, wondering how in the world she was going to protect herself from Daniel.

      Hurrying back to the Everest Group skyscraper, she took the elevator up to her floor, not talking to anyone along the way.

      She stopped in the doorway leading to Henry’s office. “May I come in?”

      He was on the phone, so gestured for her to enter. She came in and placed the files he’d asked for on the corner of his desk.

      “That sounds good. I’ll be there tonight at nine,” Henry said. “Two. There will be two of us.”

      He hung up the phone and looked up at her. “Have a seat, Astrid.”

      “Yes, sir.”

      “Thank you for the material you prepared. Before we dive into work, tell me a little about yourself.”

      “What do you want to know?” she asked. Somehow, blurting out her entire past history didn’t seem prudent. And she’d learned that if she didn’t ask for specifics on СКАЧАТЬ