An Innocent, A Seduction, A Secret. Эбби Грин

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      At that moment she heard a noise and looked to the door, to see Sebastio Rivas easily filling its frame with his tall, broad body. His black hair was unruly, which she guessed was from the helicopter. He wore a three-piece suit and in spite of the messy hair he looked every inch a successful titan of international finance.

      And yet she could sense something far more elemental underneath—the barely leashed power of the fierce athlete he’d once been. It was very provocative.

      He came into the room. ‘You’ve signed the contract?’

      She nodded, wishing she was wearing something more daring than plain black trousers and a white shirt under a sleeveless grey top. She’d never felt less feminine.

      Yes, you have, reminded a voice. When the same man had looked at her as if she was an irritation that night in the club.

      Sebastio glanced at his watch. ‘I need to be back in the city for a meeting before lunch, so let me show you around now.’

      Edie followed him out through the door, hating that he made her feel so self-conscious. She tried her best to look around and not be distracted by his athletic build.

      He was pointing out the entrance hall. ‘This will be the first point of entry for guests, so I’d like something suitably festive in here. A big tree. Lights.’

      Edie took out a notebook from her back pocket, and a pen, and started making notes.

      Sebastio turned around and saw Edie’s downbent head as she wrote in a small notebook. Her hair shone bright auburn in the sunlight streaming through the window. She couldn’t have been less enticing in her very plain clothes, but from the moment he’d walked in and seen her, awareness had sizzled in his blood.

      She was having the same effect she’d had on him the previous day. So it wasn’t an anomaly. Or an aberration. It was irritating as hell—especially when Sebastio had always been in control of his libido.

      He also felt something tugging on his memory...that vague sense of déjà-vu he’d had yesterday. Had he met her somewhere before? It was relatively likely—especially in his rugby-playing days, when his social scene had been far more hectic and debauched.

      He was almost about to ask her, but then he told himself that it was four years of celibacy playing tricks on his mind, telling him he was attracted to this sprite. Telling him he might know her.

      Four years of celibacy. Was that enough of a penance? Sebastio felt bleak.

      Edie looked up at that moment, and her blue eyes widened as if she could see his thoughts. Sebastio cursed his reaction. He did not want to desire her.

      The women he was famous for favouring poured their curvaceous bodies into designer dresses and had long luxurious hair. Not a slender frame that looked as if it might snap in a strong breeze and a bright auburn cap of feathery hair that should have made Edie look androgynous but only enhanced her delicate femininity.

      All he wanted from her was to save him a lot of hassle by creating the illusion that he didn’t despise Christmas.

      Liar, whispered a voice. He ignored it.

      He reminded himself that she was his employee now, and out of bounds. ‘Let’s keep going,’ he said curtly.

      Edie followed Sebastio, stinging a little at the tone of his voice. It was as if she’d done something to irritate him. She was almost inclined to remind him that he’d brought her here, but he’d stopped in the middle of the main reception room now and turned to face her again.

      She quickly schooled her features into something she hoped was bland. She hated Sebastio Rivas at that moment, for making her feel so many things at once. Prickly, aware, defensive.

      She looked away from him and said briskly, ‘You said you have a meeting to get to—Why don’t you show me what you want done?’

      For a long moment there was silence, and then Sebastio responded, ‘You really don’t want to be here, do you?’

      Edie looked at him in shock. Had she been so transparent?

      He folded his arms. ‘But what I can’t figure out is why it feels like you’ve taken a personal dislike to me, when we don’t even know each other.’

      Edie balked. She could feel the heat rising over her chest and up her neck into her cheeks. She wanted to squirm. Her inability to hide her reaction was irritating in the extreme.

      Stiffly she said, ‘I don’t know you enough to like or dislike you.’

      Which, technically, was true. After all, they’d only really met before for a few moments. Not that she’d ever admit it, in case he remembered the skinny girl in the badly fitting wig and too-short dress who’d tried to chat him up so ineffectually.

      ‘Would you really prefer if I hadn’t asked you to take on this assignment?’

      She forced herself to look at him, even though it was hard when those grey eyes were narrowed on her and looking at her so intently. She took an inward breath. She needed to let go of whatever impression she’d had of him from before. It wasn’t his fault she was still carrying it around like a weight.

      ‘I won’t deny that the space is daunting. But, no, I’m glad you asked me. It’s good to get out of my comfort zone.’

      He arched a brow. ‘Personally I’ve always seen comfort zones as the death of progress or achievement.’

      Edie could well imagine that. She doubted a man like Sebastio Rivas had ever been in a comfort zone in his life. She shivered a little at the prospect of going so far outside her own.

      He unfolded his arms. ‘I will just have to do my best to garner your favour, Edie.’

      The thought of him trying to charm her made panic spike. ‘Not every woman on the planet has to like you.’

      The words had spilled out before Edie could censor them, and she looked at Sebastio aghast, expecting him to storm out and fire her on the spot. Instead his head fell back and he let out a full-throated laugh.

      When he looked back at her his eyes were gleaming with genuine amusement and her chest grew tight. He looked years younger and less intense when he smiled.

      ‘Indeed, they don’t.’ He glanced at his watch. ‘As you pointed out, I’m under pressure for time—so why don’t we get on with it?’

      Edie’s conscience smarted. He hadn’t really deserved her waspish reply, but he put her on edge and made her feel jittery. She hadn’t been expecting that response. It disarmed her. And then she felt guilty. Had she subconsciously wanted to provoke him into firing her because that would be easier than dealing with him again and facing up to how he made her feel?

      Edie looked around the room they’d entered and their previous exchange was forgotten in the face of what could be described only as majesty.

      It was a massive room, with an enormous stone fireplace at one end. An ornate coat of arms hung above it. Huge chandeliers. A wall of windows with the longest curtains she’d ever seen in her life, made of heavy luxurious velvet. СКАЧАТЬ