Midnight Under The Stars. Оливия Гейтс

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СКАЧАТЬ always appeared in the corner of her mouth when she smiled, and the fact that her mouth was addictive. Remembering that taste stirred up a response he’d thought he had under control.

      The first time he’d met her he’d been attracted by her confidence and by the way she squeezed every drop of opportunity from life. He’d admired her drive, her success and her utter belief in herself. But the same qualities that had attracted him were the reasons they’d parted. Avery Scott was fiercely independent and terrified of anything she believed threatened that independence.

      And he’d threatened it.

      What they’d shared had threatened it. And so she’d ended it. Crushed what they had until there was nothing left but the pain.

      People assumed that a man of his position had everything.

      They had no idea how wrong they were.

      Mal stood for a moment, tasting the unpalatable combination of regret and anger and at that moment she looked up and saw him.

      He searched for some evidence that his unexpected appearance affected her, but there was nothing. Outwardly composed, she rose to her feet, elegant and in control and displaying the same unflappable calm she demonstrated even in a crisis. ‘This is a surprise. How can I help you, Mal?’ Cool. Professional. No hint that they’d once been as close as it was possible for two people to be, apart from the fact that she’d called him Mal.

      His name had slipped from those glossy lips without thought and yet only a handful of close friends ever called him that. And Avery had once been in that hallowed circle.

      She knew his closest friends because she’d been one of them; one of the few people indifferent to his wealth or his status. One of the few people who’d treated him like a man and not like the next ruler of Zubran. For a while, when he’d been with her, he’d forgotten about duty and responsibility.

      Mal thrust that thought aside along with the others. Those days were gone. Today’s visit was all about duty and responsibility. He wasn’t going to make this personal. He couldn’t.

      He was about to marry another woman.

      ‘You didn’t pick up your phone.’ He dispensed with formal greetings or pleasantries, considering them unnecessary.

      ‘I was in a meeting. You, a world leader who is generally considered an expert in the art of diplomacy, will surely understand that I couldn’t interrupt a client.’ She spoke in the same neutral tone he’d heard her use with difficult clients.

      Somewhere deep inside him he felt his nerve endings spark and fire and he remembered that their verbal sparring matches had been their second favourite way of passing the time they spent together.

      As for the first …

      His libido roared to life and Mal turned to the other woman in the room, because privacy was essential for the conversation he was about to have. ‘Leave us, please.’

      Responding to that command without question, the woman rose. As the door closed behind her Avery turned on him, blue eyes ice-cold.

      ‘You just can’t help it, can you? You just can’t help telling people what to do.’

      ‘This is not a conversation I intend to conduct in public.’

      ‘This is my office. My business. You are not in charge here. Whatever your reason for being here, nothing justifies you walking in without knocking and breaking up my meeting. I wouldn’t do it to you. I don’t expect you to do it to me.’

      It was as if a high-voltage electrical current had suddenly been diverted through the room. It crackled, sizzled and threatened to leave them both singed, and it aggravated him as much as he knew it irritated her.

      ‘Why wouldn’t you take my calls?’

      Two streaks of colour darkened her cheeks. ‘You called at inconvenient moments.’

      ‘And does ignoring your clients’ phone calls generally work well for you? I’d always assumed that customer service is everything in your business.’

      ‘You weren’t calling about business.’

      ‘And you weren’t thinking about business when you refused to take my calls so let’s stop pretending we don’t know what’s going on here.’ Deeply unsettled by the strength of his own feelings, Mal strode to the huge glass windows that enveloped her office and reminded himself that his reason for being here had nothing to do with his past relationship with this woman. That was irrelevant. It had to be irrelevant. ‘Nice views. You’ve done extraordinarily well for yourself. Your business is booming while others fold.’

      ‘Why do you find it extraordinary? I work hard and I understand my market.’

      Her reply made him smile but he kept that smile to himself. ‘Less than five minutes together and already you’re picking a fight.’

      ‘You’re the one who landed a helicopter on my roof and barged into my office. I would say you were the one picking the fight, Mal.’

      For the first time in weeks he felt the energy flow through him. Not to anyone would he have admitted how good it felt to have someone speak without restraint. To argue with him. To challenge—

      ‘I was merely congratulating you on the astonishing growth of your business in a difficult economic climate.’

      ‘You could have done that in an email. I have absolutely no idea why you’re here or why you’ve been phoning me every two minutes but I’m assuming you don’t want to talk about guest lists or colour schemes.’

      ‘I am not remotely interested in the details of the party. That is your job.’

      ‘For once we’re in agreement. And now I’d be grateful if you’d leave so that I can do that job.’

      Sufficiently energized, he turned. ‘No one but you would dare speak to me like that.’

      ‘So fire me, Mal. Go on. Do it. Take your business elsewhere.’ Those eyes locked on his and he wondered why she would be encouraging him to back out of what must be for her a prime piece of business. Under the perfectly applied make-up, she looked tired. His gaze slid to her hands and he saw her fiddling nervously with the pen she was holding.

      Avery never fiddled. Avery was never nervous.

      His attention caught, he watched her for a moment, trying to read her. ‘I’m not firing you.’

      ‘Then at least get to the point. Why are you here?’

      ‘I’m here because at the moment the party cannot go ahead. Something crucial is missing.’

      The mere suggestion that something might be less than perfect had her bristling defensively as she always did if anyone so much as questioned her competence. That beautifully shod foot tapped the floor. Those eyes narrowed as she mentally scrolled through the checklist she kept permanently updated in her head. ‘I can assure you that nothing is “missing”, Mal. I have been over the plans meticulously and checked every last detail personally. It will all be absolutely as planned.’

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