It Started With A Diamond. Teri Wilson

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СКАЧАТЬ the man’s eyebrows were sexy. “I think you should talk to Artem.”

      She swallowed. Something was going on here. Something big. And she had the distinct feeling she wasn’t going to like it. “Fine. But just so we’re clear, I’m talking to him because I want to. And because he’s my brother and sort of my boss. Not because you’re telling me I should.”

      “Duly noted.” He seemed to be struggling not to smile.

      She lifted her chin in defiance. “Goodbye, Franco.”

      But for some reason, her feet didn’t move. She just kept standing there, gazing up at his despicably handsome face.

      “See you tonight, Wildfire.” He shot her a knowing half grin before turning for the door.

      She stood frozen, gaping after him.

      Tonight?

      She definitely needed to talk to Artem. Immediately.

      She skipped the elevator and took the stairs two at a time until she reached the tenth floor, where she found him sitting at his desk as if it was any ordinary day. A day when Franco Andrade wasn’t wandering the streets of Manhattan wearing Tom Ford and planning on seeing her tonight.

      “Hello, sis.” Artem looked up and frowned as he took in her appearance. “Why do you look like you just ran a marathon?”

      “Because I just walked a few miles, then sprinted up the stairs.” She was breathless. Her legs burned, which was just wrong. She shouldn’t be winded from a little exercise. She was an elite athlete.

      Used to be an elite athlete.

      He gestured toward the wingback chair opposite him. “Take a load off. I need to talk to you, anyway.”

      “So I’ve heard.” She didn’t want to sit down. She wanted to stand and scream at him, but that wasn’t going to get her anywhere. Besides, she felt drained all of a sudden. Being around Franco, even for a few minutes, was exhausting. “Speaking of which, what was Franco Andrade doing here just now?”

      “About that...” He calmly folded his hands in front of him, drawing Diana’s attention first to the smooth surface of his desk and then to the oddly huge stack of newspapers on top of it.

      She blinked and cut him off midsentence. “Is that my picture on the front page of the New York Daily News?”

      She hadn’t thought it possible for the day to get any worse, but it just had. So much worse.

      And the hits kept on coming. As she sifted through the stack of tabloids—all of which claimed she was having a torrid affair with “the drop-dead gorgeous bad boy of polo”—Artem outlined his preposterous idea for a public relations campaign. Although it sounded more like an episode of The Bachelor than any kind of legitimate business plan.

      “No, thank you.” Diana flipped the copy of Page Six facedown so she wouldn’t have to look at the photo of herself and Franco on the cover. If she never saw that picture again, it would be too soon.

      Artem’s brow furrowed. “No, thank you? What does that mean?”

      “It means no. As in, I’ll pass.” What about her answer wasn’t he understanding? She couldn’t be more clear. “No. N.O.”

      “Perhaps you don’t understand. We’re talking about the largest uncut diamond in the world. Do you have any idea what this could mean for Drake Diamonds?” There was Artem’s CEO voice again.

      She wasn’t about to let it intimidate her this time. “Yes. I realize it’s very important, but we’ll simply have to come up with another plan.” Preferably one that doesn’t involve Franco Andrade in any way, shape or form.

      “Let’s hear your suggestions, then.” He leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms. “I’m all ears.”

      He wanted her to come up with a plan now?

      Diana cleared her throat. “I’ll have to give it some thought, obviously. But I’m sure I can come up with something.”

      “Go ahead. I’ll wait.”

      “Artem, come on. We can take the owners of the diamond out to dinner or something. Wine and dine them.”

      “You realize every other jeweler in Manhattan is doing that exact same thing,” he said.

      Admittedly, that was probably true. “There’s got to be a better way to catch their attention than letting everyone believe I’m having a scandalous affair with Franco.”

      Please let there be another way.

      “Not scandalous. Just high profile. Romantic. Glamorous.” Artem gave her a thoughtful look. “He told me you’d refuse, by the way. What, exactly, is the problem between you two?”

      Diana swallowed. Maybe she should simply tell Artem what happened three years ago. Surely then he’d forget about parading her all over Park Avenue on Franco’s arm just for the sake of a diamond. Even the biggest diamond in the known universe.

      But she couldn’t. She didn’t even want to think about that humiliating episode, much less talk about it.

      Especially to her brother, of all people.

      “He’s a complete and total man whore. You know that, right?” Wasn’t that reason enough to turn down the opportunity to pretend date him for twenty-one days? “Aren’t you at all concerned about my virtue?”

      “The last time I checked, you were more than capable of taking care of yourself, Diana. In fact, you’re one of the strongest women I know. I seriously doubt I need to worry about your virtue.” He shrugged. “But I could have a word with Franco...do the whole brother thing and threaten him with bodily harm if he lays a finger on you. Would that make you feel better?”

      “God, no.” She honestly couldn’t fathom anything more mortifying.

      “It’s your call.” Artem shrugged. “He’s rehabilitating his image, anyway. Franco Andrade’s man-whore days are behind him.”

      Diana laughed. Loud and hard. “He told you that? And you believed him?”

      “When did you become such a cynic, sis?”

      Three years ago. Right around the time I lost my virginity. “It seems dubious. That’s all I’m saying. Why would he change after all this time, unless he’s already had his way with every woman on the eastern seaboard?”

      It was a distinct possibility.

      “People change, Diana.” His expression softened and he cast a meaningful glance at the bassinet in the corner of his office. A pink mobile hung over the cradle, decorated with tiny teddy bears wearing ballet shoes. “I did.”

      Diana smiled at the thought of her adorable baby niece.

      He had a point. Less than a year ago, Artem had been the one on the cover of Page Six. He’d been photographed with a different woman every night. Now he was a candidate for father of the year.

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