Bending to the Bachelor's Will. Emilie Rose

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СКАЧАТЬ but Eric, she would have invited him in for more than a nightcap, thereby breaking her born-again virgin vow. But she’d promised herself she wouldn’t settle for anything less than happily ever after next time. If such a thing existed. And she had her doubts. Waiting for a prince—a prince who didn’t need fixing or financial assistance—to love her and all her foibles hadn’t worked thus far. Better to do without a man altogether than be disappointed yet again.

      Holly shoved to her feet and dodged the dogs all the way to her kitchen. She’d have to do a better job of keeping her distance from Eric Alden. She sifted through the pile of magazines and junk mail that had piled up on the counter while she was finishing her current project until she found the bachelor auction brochure. She read over the eleven enchanted evenings promised in Eric’s date package to refresh her memory and groaned. “Talk about monotonousness. Jeez.”

      As long as he didn’t kiss her again, then his offering of meals at stuffy see-and-be-seen restaurants where even the wait staff had condescending attitudes would make ignoring the chemistry between them easy. Each date would be a reminder of the world she’d left behind—the world that had turned on her when she’d dared to sully her hands at manual labor.

      Juliana and Andrea were the only friends who’d stuck by Holly when she’d said to hell with being miserable doing what was expected of her, quit her job at the Caliber Club and moved to her grandparents’ farm. Being happy was more important than being accepted.

      Eric thrived in society with all its restrictions, expectations and conventions, but Holly was a debutante dropout who’d suffocated until she’d escaped. He was a banker who lived by the bottom line, and she was a bleeding heart who’d given away more than she could afford, a situation illustrated by her current predicament. One she needed to address ASAP.

      Despite the smoldering kisses, she and Eric couldn’t be a more mismatched pair—a fact she’d better not forget if he ever hit her with another one of those break-her-celibacy-vow kisses.

      Three

      Holly tried to ignore the coffee klatch going on behind her as she double-checked the measurements of the living room window she’d been hired to replace.

      If she hadn’t left the Caliber Club behind, she could have been one of this group. But instead of designer duds and jewelry that cost more than her Jeep, she wore chain store jeans, simple gold stud earrings and a Timex. As usual, she didn’t fit in.

      But you’re not here to fit in. You’re here to work at a job you adore.

      “What made you bid on Eric, Holly?”

      The metal tape measure retracted so fast it almost cut Holly’s finger. She faced her client, a woman a few years older than herself, and searched for an acceptable answer. The truth wasn’t an option. Finally, she shrugged. “Why not? He’s good-looking.”

      “And good in bed,” one of the other women said.

      Holly’s gaze zipped to the ultrathin, high cheekboned brunette. The woman scanned her friends’ faces. “Oh, please. I am not the only one of us who shared Eric Alden’s bed before marrying my husband. And Eric was absolutely fabulous between the sheets, wasn’t he?”

      Three of the six heads nodded. Holly struggled to keep her jaw from dropping. These women had slept with Eric? Holly blew a floppy hank of hair off her forehead and turned back to the window to hide her consternation. Why was she surprised about the affairs? The upper class was its own school of predatory fish, inbreeding and feeding off one another. That was one of the many reasons she’d chosen to get out.

      And Eric was…well, sexy in a take-charge kind of way.

      “But why did you buy him, Holly? Handsome or not, he’s hardly your type,” her hostess pressed. Charlise Harcourt had been one of Holly’s students for the past eighteen months, so she’d met Lyle, the mistake who’d run off with Holly’s money.

      Think fast. Why did women want wealthy alpha males? “Um…to be treated like Cinderella?”

      The women nodded like bobble head dolls, and Holly struggled to conceal her disgust. As far as she was concerned, Cinderella and all her fairy-tale-princess cousins needed to get off their duffs and learn to solve their own problems rather than wait around for a guy to swoop in and do the job.

      “Eric can certainly be Prince Charming as long as you remember the party ends at midnight. He isn’t the type to commit to any woman who can’t further his career.”

      An unspoken, “And that’s not you,” hung in the air.

      “That bank is his wife and his mistress, too,” the brunette said. “A mere woman can’t compete.”

      “Look at his engagement,” a third woman chimed in. “That was no love match. Eric was willing to marry to cement the bank merger. Too bad Priscilla wasn’t smart enough to hold on to what she had. I’d take a lifetime of great sex and bottomless pockets over love any day. That’s what friends, personal trainers and tennis pros are for.” A suggestive laugh followed the words.

      TMI. Way too much information. Holly quickly stashed her tools. “Ms. Harcourt, I’ll have a rough sketch of the design you described ready for your approval early next week.” Her cell phone rang. “Excuse me.”

      Holly turned her back on the women. “Rainbow Glass. This is Holly.”

      “We need to set up our next date.”

      Eric. Her heart clogged her throat and her back itched with the knowledge that a half-dozen pairs of eyes stared at her. “Twice in one week?” she whispered.

      “The auction package stipulates two dates per week until this is done.”

      Why hadn’t she bothered to read the fine print before jumping into this? Because she’d been certain she could get out of the dates, that’s why.

      Conscious of the eavesdroppers behind her she carefully weighed her words. “I can live with that. But I can’t talk now.”

      “I have your check.” He didn’t take the hint.

      “That’s what you said last time.” As long as she deposited the money and transferred the funds before her credit card bill came due, she’d be okay. She nearly laughed aloud. A banker bought on credit. No doubt Eric would be appalled.

      “Do you need it now? I can run it by your house during my lunch hour.”

      “I’m not there. I’m working and I need to get off the phone.”

      “Tonight, then. I’ll pick you up at six.” That sounded more like an order than a request, but she couldn’t call him on it with a roomful of gossipers behind her.

      “Fine. Tonight. Whatever.” She hung up without waiting to see if he had more to say, and then turned to say her goodbyes. The knowing smirks on the women’s faces turned her cheeks into fireballs. “I’ll get back to you with the preliminary drawing. Have a good afternoon.”

      Charlise walked her to the door. “Holly, have a great night, but don’t forget what we said.”

      As if she could.

      Eric Alden. Good in bed.

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