The Platinum Collection: An Australian Conquest: The Incorrigible Playboy / His Most Exquisite Conquest / His Bought Mistress. Emma Darcy

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СКАЧАТЬ style="font-size:15px;">      No way was she going to break up again anywhere near Harry Finn!

       CHAPTER NINE

      HARRY clenched his hands into fists as he strode back down to the lower deck. The urge to fight was still coursing through him. He’d barely reined it in to bid Elizabeth a fairly civilised goodnight. He certainly didn’t feel civilised.

      Okay, he’d jumped the gun with her but she’d been right there with him. Not one other woman he’d been with had ever pulled back when both of them were fired up to have sex. Being rejected like that was an absolute first, though he probably should have been prepared for it. Elizabeth Flippence had made an art form of rejecting him over the past two years.

      What were her damned rules? No mixing business with pleasure? She would have mixed it with Mickey so that didn’t wash. Did she have to have a wedding ring on her finger before she’d have sex? Where was she coming from to have that kind of attitude in this day and age? A thirty-year-old virgin? Harry didn’t believe it. Not with her looks.

      Clearly he needed to know more about her, form another plan of attack because she was not going to get away from him. He didn’t understand why she dug so deeply under his skin, what made her so compellingly desirable, but the buzz was there and he couldn’t get rid of it. What caused him even more frustration was knowing she felt the same buzz around him.

      It was a maddening situation.

      He lifted the bottle of champagne out of the ice bucket, stepped over to the edge of the deck and poured the remaining contents onto the sand. The only thing worse than flat champagne was the flat aftermath of flattened desire. He popped the emptied bottle back in the bucket and started the long walk down the beach to the wharf where his yacht was docked.

      He thought of his own birthday—thirty-three last month. Mickey had thrown him a party. They always did that for each other because their parents had and neither of them could quite let go of that golden past, though they had sold the marvellous family property on the hill overlooking Cairns because it wasn’t the same—couldn’t be—without their mother and father there.

      He remembered the great tennis parties and pool parties his mother had organised. His and Mickey’s school friends had loved coming to their place—always so much fun to be had. The fishing trips with his father had been great, too. He’d had the best childhood, best teen years, a really happy life until that black day when his father’s plane went down.

      This resort had still been on the drawing board then. His father had been excited about building it, showing him and Mickey the plans, talking about how he would market it. After the funeral Harry had wanted this project, wanted to be physically busy, creating something, bringing his father’s vision to reality. He’d lived here, worked here until it was done, organising everything for it to be a successful enterprise.

      Mickey had thrown himself into managing the franchises, needing to be busy, too, both of them wanting to feel their parents would be proud of them. It had seemed the best way to handle their grief, filling the huge hole of loss with hard absorbing work. Neither of them had been interested in managing girlfriends during that dark period, not wanting any emotional demands on them from people who had no understanding of what was driving them. The occasional night out, some casual sex...that had been enough.

      Over the years neither he nor Mickey had fallen into any deep and meaningful relationships. Somehow there was always something missing, something that didn’t gel, something that put them off. Occasionally they chatted about their various failures to really connect with one woman or another. It always came back to how happy their parents had been together, complementing each other, and ultimately that was what they wanted in a life partner. In the meantime they floated, docking for a while with whatever woman they felt attracted to.

      Harry wondered if Lucy would last with Mickey, then chewed over his own problem of even getting a start with Elizabeth.

      Why was giving in to a perfectly natural attraction such a problem to her? Why not pursue it, find out if it could lead to a really satisfying relationship? Was she so hung up on her unrequited love for Mickey that she didn’t want to admit that something else could be better?

      Whatever...he’d get to the bottom of her resistance and smash it, one way or another.

      By the next morning Harry had cooled down enough to realise he should give Elizabeth more time to come to terms with the changes in her life. He had rushed her last night. Today he would be very civilised. Though not necessarily according to her rules.

      He had breakfast on the yacht, suspecting that Elizabeth would avoid having breakfast with him in the restaurant. Undoubtedly Miss Efficiency had set her bedside alarm clock for an early hour to be up and about before any of the guests, opening the office and at her desk, ready to deal with anything that came her way. She would certainly have used the convenience of a call to the restaurant to have her breakfast delivered.

      As expected, she was at her desk when Harry strolled into the administration office. He beamed a warmly approving smile at her and put a bright lilt in his voice. ‘Good morning, Elizabeth.’

      It forced her attention away from the computer. She pasted a tight smile on her face and returned his greeting. Her big brown eyes had no shine. They were guarded, watchful. Harry knew her brick wall was up and there would be no easy door through it. The urge to at least put a chink in her defensive armour was irresistible.

      He hitched himself onto the corner of the desk, viewing her with curious interest. ‘Are you a virgin, Elizabeth?’

      That livened up her face, her eyes widening in incredulity and shooting sparks of outrage as she completely lost control of her voice, shrilling, ‘What?’ at him.

      ‘It’s a simple question,’ Harry said reasonably. ‘Are you a virgin, yes or no?’

      ‘You have no right to ask me that!’ she spluttered.

      He shrugged. ‘Why is it a problem?’

      Anger shot to the surface. ‘It’s none of your business!’

      ‘I guess the answer is yes since you’re so sensitive about it,’ he tossed at her affably.

      ‘I am not sensitive about it!’

      ‘Looks that way to me.’

      She glared at him, and if her eyes had been knives they would have stabbed him in a million painful places. Harry found it wonderfully exhilarating. He’d definitely got under her skin again, regardless of how firmly she had decided to keep him out.

      Her jaw tightened and he knew she was gritting her teeth as she struggled to bring herself under control. Finally she gnashed out the words ‘It’s just none of your business, Harry. It is totally irrelevant to this job and I’ll thank you to remember that.’

      ‘Bravo!’ he said admiringly.

      It confused her. ‘Bravo what?’

      He grinned at her. ‘The rule book rules. Almost forgot it there for a moment, didn’t you?’

      She huffed to release some of the tension he’d raised, viewing him balefully. ‘I’d appreciate it if you didn’t forget it.’

      ‘I do apologise for the transgression.’ СКАЧАТЬ