The Unwilling Mistress. Carole Mortimer

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       CHAPTER ONE

      ‘GOOD morning,’ a voice greeted cheerfully, quickly followed by a more tentative, ‘er—again…?’

      March closed the folder containing the figures she had been frowning over, not at all happy with what she saw there, taking several seconds to automatically assume the polite smile reserved for the clients entering the estate agency where she worked.

      Although that polite smile turned back to a frown as she looked up and realized the reason for the man’s second tentative query.

      It certainly was ‘again’, wasn’t it?

      She sat back in her chair, her gaze rueful now as she looked up derisively at the man standing in front of her desk.

      Under any other circumstances she would have found this man extremely good-looking.

      Very tall, probably aged in his mid-thirties, with a tangible air of self-confidence, he had slightly overlong silver-blond hair, with hard, sculptured features, his eyes the colour of sky on a clear summer’s day—which today certainly wasn’t!

      It was snowing outside—and not half an hour ago this man had neatly slipped into the car-parking space directly outside here that March had been about to parallel-park into!

      The politeness of her role as Receptionist in this busy estate agency, and indignation that instead of being able to park outside she had had to park half a mile away and walk back through the snow, warred inside her.

      The latter easily won!

      ‘Correct me if I’m wrong,’ she bit out caustically, ‘but the last time we saw each other I believe you ensured that I would not have a good start to my morning!’

      The man gave a pained wince. ‘You remember me.’

      March eyed him scathingly. She was hardly likely to forget him!

      She had been absolutely furious earlier when she’d turned to begin her parallel park and seen this man neatly driving his red sports car into the space instead. If she hadn’t already been late for work, due to the bad weather, she would probably have got out of the car and told him exactly what she thought of him. Instead she had driven around for ten minutes trying to find another parking spot, and then had to trudge all the way back in the falling snow. All the time cursing this man for his inconsideration!

      The fact that the powerful red sports car had still been parked outside when she’d got back here had only added insult to injury.

      Although the reason he had chosen to park in that particular spot was made obvious by the fact that he had now come into the agency. After wasting time by wandering to the newsagent’s two doors down, if the newspaper under his arm was anything to go by. Well, it was his own fault if he had had to wait for her to open up for business; she wouldn’t have arrived late at all if he hadn’t stolen her parking space!

      The man gave her a quizzical smile. ‘We do seem to have got off to rather a bad start,’ he acknowledged ruefully.

      Yes, they had, but he was obviously a customer, and she was the only one to have arrived in the office so far this morning.

      March forced herself to once again smile politely. ‘How may I help you, Mr…?’

      ‘Davenport,’ he supplied lightly. ‘Will Davenport. Mind if I sit down—March?’ СКАЧАТЬ