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Название: The Helen Bianchin Collection
Автор: HELEN BIANCHIN
Издательство: HarperCollins
Жанр: Зарубежные любовные романы
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Sensation feathered the length of her spine, and she barely repressed a shiver at the thought of his mouth on hers, the touch of his hands…how it would feel to be driven wild, beyond reason, by such a man.
‘Have dinner with me tomorrow night.’
‘The obligatory invitation?’ Her response was automatic, and she tempered it with a gracious, ‘Thank you. No.’
The edge of his mouth lifted. ‘The obligatory refusal…because you have to wash your hair?’
‘I can come up with something more original.’ She could, easily. Except she doubted an excuse, no matter how legitimate-sounding, would fool him.
‘You won’t change your mind?’
Cassandra offered a cool smile. ‘What part of no don’t you understand?’
Diego reached for the water jug and refilled her glass. The sleeve of his jacket brushed her arm, and her stomach turned a slow somersault at the contact.
It was as well the waiters began delivering the main course, and she sipped wine in the hope it would soothe her nerves.
Chance would be a fine thing! She was conscious of every move he made, aware of the restrained power beneath the fine Armani tailoring, the dangerous aura he seemed to project without any effort at all.
Another two hours. Three at the most. Then she could excuse herself and leave. If Cameron wanted to stay on, she’d take a cab home.
Cassandra drew a calming breath and regarded the contents on her plate. The meal was undoubtedly delicious, but her appetite had vanished.
With determined effort she caught Cameron’s attention, and deliberately sought his opinion on something so inconsequential that afterwards she had little recollection of the discussion.
There were the usual speeches, followed by light entertainment as dessert and coffee were served. Never had time dragged quite so slowly, nor could she recall an occasion when she’d so badly wanted the evening to end.
To her surprise, it was Cameron who initiated the desire to leave, citing a headache as the reason, and Cassandra rose to her feet, offered a polite goodnight to the occupants of their table, then preceded her brother out to the foyer.
‘Are you OK?’
He looked pale, too pale, and a slight frown creased her brow as they headed towards the bank of lifts. ‘Headache?’ She extended her hand as he retrieved his car keys. ‘Want me to drive?’
MINUTES later she slid behind the wheel and sent the car up to street level to join the flow of traffic. It was a beautiful night, the air crisp and cool indicative of spring.
A lovely time of year, she accorded silently as she negotiated lanes and took the route that led to Double Bay.
Fifteen, twenty minutes tops, and she’d be home. Then she could get out of the formal gear, cleanse off her make-up, and slip into bed.
‘We need to talk.’
Cassandra spared him a quick glance. ‘Can’t it wait until tomorrow?’
‘No.’
It was most unlike Cameron to be taciturn. ‘Is something wrong?’ Her eyes narrowed as the car in front came to a sudden stop, and she uttered an unladylike curse as she stamped her foot hard on the brakes.
‘Hell, Cassandra,’ he muttered. ‘Watch it!’
‘Tell that to the guy in front.’ Her voice held unaccustomed vehemence. Choosing silence for the remaining time it took to reach her apartment seemed a wise option. The last thing she coveted was an argument.
‘Park in the visitors’ bay,’ Cameron instructed as she swept the car into the bricked apron adjacent to the main entrance.
‘You’re coming up?’
‘It’s either that, or we talk in the car.’
He didn’t seem to be giving her a choice as he unbuckled his seat belt and slid out from the passenger seat.
She followed, inserted her personalised card into the security slot to gain entry into the foyer, and used it again to summon a lift.
‘I hope this won’t take long,’ she cautioned as she preceded him into her apartment, then she turned to face him. ‘OK, shoot.’
He closed his eyes, then opened them again and ran a hand through his hair. ‘This isn’t easy.’
The tension of the evening began to manifest itself into tiredness, and she rolled her shoulders. ‘Just spit it out.’
‘The firm is in trouble. Major financial trouble,’ he elaborated. ‘If Dad found out just how hopeless everything is, it would kill him.’
Ice crept towards the region of her heart. ‘What in hell are you talking about?’
‘Preston-Villers is on a roller-coaster ride to insolvency.’
‘What?’ She found it difficult to comprehend. ‘How?’
He was ready to crumple, and it wasn’t a good look.
‘Bad management, bad deals, unfulfilled contracts. Staff problems. You name it, it happened.’
She adored her brother, but he wasn’t the son her father wanted. Cameron didn’t possess the steel backbone, the unflagging determination to take over directorship of Preston-Villers. Their father had thought it would be the making of his son. Now it appeared certain to be his ruination.
‘Just how bad is it?’
Cameron grimaced, and shot her a desperate look. ‘The worst.’ He held up a hand. ‘Yes, I’ve done the round of banks, financiers, sought independent advice.’ He drew in a deep breath and released it slowly. ‘It narrows down to two choices. Liquidate, or take a conditional offer.’
Hope was uppermost, and she ran with it. ‘The offer is legitimate?’
‘Yes.’ He rubbed a weary hand along his jaw. ‘An investor is prepared to inject the necessary funds, I get to retain an advisory position, he brings in his professional team, shares joint directorship, and takes a half-share of all profits.’
It sounded like salvation, but there was need for caution. ‘Presumably you’ve taken legal advice on all this?’
‘It’s the only deal in town,’ he assured soberly. ‘There’s just a matter of the remaining condition.’
‘Which is?’
He hesitated, then took a deep breath and expelled it. ‘You.’
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