An Ideal Marriage?. HELEN BIANCHIN

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      ‘It’s called taking care of business.’

      ‘And business is all-important.’

      ‘Is that a statement or a complaint?’

      Her eyes were remarkably steady as she held his gaze. ‘It’s a well-known fact that profits have soared beyond projected estimates in the past few years. Much of Stanton-Nicols’ continuing success is directly attributed to your dedicated efforts.’

      ‘You didn’t answer the question.’ The words held a dangerous softness that sent a tiny shiver down her spine, and her eyes clashed with his for a few immeasurable seconds before she summoned a credible smile.

      ‘Why would I complain?’ she queried evenly, supremely conscious of the quickening pulse at the base of her throat.

      ‘Why, indeed?’ he lightly mocked. ‘You have a vested interest in the family firm.’

      ‘In more ways than one.’

      His eyes narrowed fractionally. ‘Elaborate.’

      Gabbi didn’t hedge. ‘The delay in providing James with a grandchild seems to be the subject of family conjecture.’

      For a brief millisecond she caught a glimpse of something that resembled anger, then it was lost beneath an impenetrable mask. ‘A fact which Annaliese felt compelled to bring to your attention?’

      One finger came to rest against the corner of her mouth, while his thumb traced the heavy, pulsing cord at the side of her throat.

      ‘Yes.’

      His hand trailed lower to the firm swell of her breast, teased a path along the edge of her bikini top, then brushed against the aroused peak before dropping back to his side.

      ‘We agreed birth control should be your prerogative,’ Benedict declared with unruffled ease, and she swallowed painfully, hating the way her body reacted to his touch.

      ‘Your stepsister is too self-focused not to take any opportunity to initiate a verbal game of thrust and parry. Who won?’

      ‘We each retired with superficial wounds,’ Gabbi declared solemnly.

      ‘Dare I ask when the game is to continue?’

      ‘Who can tell?’

      ‘And the weapon?’

      She managed a smile. ‘Why—Annaliese herself. With you as the prize. Her formal adoption by James would make her a Stanton. Our divorce is a mere formality in order to change Stanton to Nicols.’

      He lifted a hand and brushed light fingers across her cheek. ‘Am I to understand you are not impressed with that scenario?’

      No. For a moment she thought she’d screamed the negative out loud, and she stood in mesmerised silence for several seconds, totally unaware that her expressive features were more explicit than any words.

      ‘Do you believe,’ Benedict began quietly, ‘I deliberately chose you as my wife with the future of Stanton-Nicols foremost in mind?’

      Straight for the jugular. Gabbi had expected no less. Her chin tilted slightly. ‘Suitable marriages are manipulated among the wealthy for numerous reasons,’ she said fearlessly. ‘Love isn’t a necessary prerequisite.’

      His expression didn’t change, but she sensed a degree of anger and felt chilled by it.

      ‘And what we share in bed? How would you define that?’

      A lump rose in her throat, and she swallowed it. ‘Skilled expertise.’

      Something dark momentarily hardened the depths of his gaze, then it was gone. ‘You’d relegate me to the position of stud?’

      Oh, God. She closed her eyes, then opened them again. ‘No. No,’ she reiterated, stricken by his deliberate interpretation.

      ‘I should be thankful for that small mercy.’

      He was angry. Icily so. And it hurt, terribly.

      Yet what had she expected? A heartfelt declaration that she was too important in his life for him to consider anyone taking her place?

      Gabbi felt as if she couldn’t breathe. Her eyes were trapped by his, her body transfixed as though in a state of suspended animation.

      ‘The coffee has finished filtering.’

      His voice held that familiar cynicism, and with an effort she focused her attention on pouring coffee into both cups, then added sugar.

      Benedict picked up one. ‘I’ll take this through to the study.’

      Her eyes settled on his broad back as he walked from the kitchen, her expression pensive.

      Damn Annaliese, Gabbi cursed silently as she discarded her coffee down the sink. With automatic movements she rinsed the cup and stacked it in the dishwasher, then she switched off the coffee-maker and doused the lights before making her way upstairs.

      Reaching the bedroom, she walked through to the en suite, stripped off her bikini, turned on the water and stepped into the shower.

      It didn’t take long to shampoo her hair, and fifteen minutes with the blow-drier restored it to its usual silky state.

      In bed, she reached for a book and read a chapter before switching off the lamp.

      She had no idea what time Benedict slid in beside her, nor did she sense him leave the bed in the early- . morning hours, for when she woke she was alone and the only signs of his occupation were a dented pillow and the imprint of his body against the sheet.

      CHAPTER THREE

      GABBI glanced at the bedside clock and gave an inaudible groan. Seven-thirty. Time to rise and shine, hit the shower, breakfast, and join the queue of traffic heading into the city.

      Thank heavens today was Friday and the weekend lay ahead.

      Benedict had accepted an invitation to attend a tennis evening which Chris Evington, head partner in the accountancy firm Stanton-Nicols employed, had arranged at his home. Tomorrow evening they had tickets to the Australian première . performance at the Sydney Entertainment Centre.

      The possibility of Annaliese discovering their plans for tonight was remote, Gabbi decided as she slid in behind the wheel of her car. And it was doubtful even Monique would be able to arrange an extra seat for the première performance at such short notice.

      It was a beautiful day, the sky clear of cloud, and at this early-morning hour free from pollution haze.

      Gabbi was greeted by Security as she entered the car park, acknowledged at Reception en route to her office, and welcomed by her secretary who brought СКАЧАТЬ