Seduced By The Boss. Natalie Anderson

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      “I think that takes care of today’s business,” Brady said, snapping Aine’s attention back to him.

      The sea wind ruffled his dark hair like fingers running through it and Aine folded her own fingers into her palm to avoid the urge to do it herself. He pulled off dark glasses and laid them on the table in front of him. Lunch at this sidewalk café in Newport Beach had become something of a habit over the past week. Here was where they sat, went over his plans and purchases made for the castle.

      “Really? No more looking for just the right linens today, then?”

      He slanted her a sardonic look. “You don’t want to shop? I never thought I’d hear that particular statement from a woman.”

      “Allow me to be the first,” Aine said, picking up her tea and taking a sip. She winced slightly at the taste and idly wished for a real cup of tea. “’Tis fair, I think, to say that my shopping quota has been met for the year, at least.”

      “Tired of looking at towels, huh?”

      “You aren’t?”

      “I couldn’t be more bored,” he admitted and picked up his coffee for a long drink. “But it’s important that we have everything just as it should be at this new hotel. Even down to the towels.”

      While she could admire his attention to detail, it surprised her that the owner of a hotel was taking such personal responsibility for every aspect of his business. “I agree,” she said, tipping her head to one side to watch him. “It’s only that the previous owner never bothered with such minutiae so I’m a bit surprised.”

      He set his coffee cup down. “But the previous owner ended up losing his hotel to me, didn’t he?”

      “True.”

      “I don’t lose,” he said shortly.

      She was willing to bet that Brady Finn had never lost anything important to him. What must it be like, she wondered, to live a life so ruthlessly organized? So completely in your control? Aine smiled to herself at the very idea of being so sure of yourself that you could reorder the world around you to suit your needs. She knew all too well that the wealthy had no idea how the real world lived, and Brady’s arrogance only seemed to highlight that opinion. He expected things to go his way, so they did. If he met an obstacle, it was probably his nature to roll right over it. He wouldn’t be stopped. Wouldn’t be changed. Wouldn’t be ignored.

      And God help her, she found all of that fascinating. She shouldn’t, Aine knew. But how could she ignore what it was that happened to her when he was near—or on those rare occasions when he actually touched her? A casual brush of his hand against hers. His hand at the small of her back when he guided her through one of the innumerable shops they’d been through in the past several days? The flash of pride she felt when he turned and asked her opinion on something. The look in his eyes when he would stop suddenly and stare at her as if she’d simply dropped from the sky.

      All of this and more was what fed the dreams that kept her restless every night and woke her feeling on edge, as though she was standing on a precipice and needed only the slightest push to tumble over. It was pointless to have these feelings, to indulge in dreams that would lead nowhere, she knew. The chasm separating them was too wide, and deep. A woman from a small rural village in Ireland had nothing in common with a multimillionaire.

      “Is there a problem?”

      His voice, deep, low and somehow intimate, tore her from her thoughts. “I’m sorry, what was that?”

      “A problem?” he asked. “You went quiet, and the look on your face tells me you’re trying to think your way out of something.”

      Wasn’t it an annoying thing, she thought, to not have your thoughts remain your own? “So easy to read, am I?”

      One corner of his mouth lifted briefly. “Poker? Not your game.”

      “Humiliating, but true enough,” she said on a sigh. Heaven knew he wasn’t the first person to see what she was thinking by studying her expression. Hopefully, though, he wouldn’t be able to suss out exactly what it was she felt when he was close. Her humiliation then would know no bounds. “But no, there’s no problem. I’m only thinking about home, wondering what’s happening while I’m gone.”

      “You live with your mother and brother, don’t you?”

      She looked at him and saw speculation in his eyes. “Yes, and you’re wondering why at my age I would be.”

      He nodded and waited for whatever she had to say next.

      Sighing a bit, Aine said, “The truth is, I moved out when I was twenty. Took a flat in the village and loved having my own space.” She smiled, remembering. “I love my family, but—”

      “I get it,” he said companionably.

      Her smile widened, then slipped away. “But then, five years ago, my father died.”

      “Sorry.”

      He looked uncomfortable, as most people did when faced with something they couldn’t change or help with.

      “Thank you.” Aine smiled at him again, letting him know she was fine. She still missed her father, but the worst of the pain had faded over the years. She could talk about him now, think about him, without a crushing ache settling into her heart. “He was a fisherman and there was a ferocious storm one night. He never came home.” She frowned then, remembering how their family had changed so suddenly. “My mother was wrecked. Shattered without him, as he was the love of her life. They’d been together so long and had been true partners in everything. Without him, she was lost and didn’t want to be found. So I moved back home to help her care for Robbie, who was only twelve at the time and just as lost as Mum.”

      “Must have been hard.”

      She saw a glimmer of understanding in his eyes and responded to it. “It was, for some time. But things are better now and Mum is not so sad as before.”

      “So you put your life on hold for your family.”

      She shrugged. “’Tis what you do for those you love.”

      He frowned a bit at that, and Aine wondered about it. Did he not understand after all? Had he no one in his life to matter so much? Her heart twisted at that thought.

      “You miss it?”

      “Ireland, you mean?” Surprised at the question, she said, “’Tis natural, isn’t it? It’s home after all.”

      “Right.” He nodded, set his coffee aside and said, “Tell me about it.”

      “About Ireland?”

      That half smile appeared again and vanished in a blink. “Not all of it, just your part. The village. The castle.”

      All around them, people laughed and talked. Waiters moved through the cluster of tables with the easy rhythm of long practice. The hum of traffic from the street became a drone of sound that mimicked the ocean just СКАЧАТЬ