Summer Temptation: Waking Up In The Wrong Bed / Once a Rebel... / The Devil and the Deep. Nikki Logan

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      ‘You never mentioned your plans this morning.’ He walked to the table that was laden with breakfast options. ‘It’s a beautiful place—are you going to explore it some more?’

      She shook her head and looked everywhere but at him. ‘I’m here to work.’

      ‘But you don’t much like your work. You’re supposed to come here to relax and escape. Have you hunted out the spa facilities yet?’

      Her flush deepened again. ‘I don’t have time for the spa. I really have to work and I really do need to get on with it so...’

      ‘Maybe you ought to have some breakfast first. You must be hungry after last night.’

      He sat down at the table, aware of the frustrated look she directed at him. No, he wasn’t going to leave her alone. He bit into a croissant to hide his smile.

      ‘I think I’ll just have a coffee.’

      He reached for the pot before she did, pouring a cup and handing it to her with deliberate care.

      ‘Thanks,’ she mumbled.

      Ruben sent her a hot look. He didn’t like her reserve; he preferred the tease he’d seen up in his room. And he knew there was a bomb going off behind that frozen exterior.

      ‘Ruben Theroux!’ a guy called loudly, striding out from inside, a huge smile on his face. ‘Wonderful to see you.’

      Ruben knew the difference between sycophantic and genuine warmth. This was a no-brainer. He glanced at Ellie—a total ‘what were you thinking?’ look. Then he turned back to Nathan.

      ‘I’m sorry, I’m not sure who you are,’ Ruben answered coolly, not bothering to stand, just looking up from the table.

      But clearly Nathan had done his homework—unlike his sidekick.

      ‘I’m Nathan, I’m here with CineSpace. You know we’re interested in your fabulous property. It would be just perfect for—’

      ‘I’d like to finish my breakfast first,’ Ruben interrupted, blatantly dismissive. ‘Perhaps we can talk later?’

      ‘Oh.’ Nathan rallied in less than a second, his reply too collegial. ‘Of course.’

      ‘Why don’t you go down to the stables? I’ll be sure to find you there.’

      Having sent the pain in the neck away, Ruben looked at the stop-sign-red face of his curvy midnight caller and felt that foreign tug in his chest again. To cover the awkward moment he went for the usual—tease. ‘So, what are you going to do next to impress me?’

      Ellie forced back the faint feeling. The guy she’d slept with was the owner Nathan reckoned she had to ‘do anything to impress’—and he’d listened in to that conversation?

      ‘How else?’ Her temper flared. Did he think last night had been her attempt at the casting couch? ‘Look, I didn’t know who you were. It was a genuine—’

      His laughter cut her off. ‘I know that, sweetheart. I got in really late, no one knew until this morning that I was here. I know you weren’t trying to convince me to say yes in time-honoured fashion.’

      She still didn’t believe he was the owner. ‘You’re supposed to be French.’

      ‘I’m half French but I’ve lived in New Zealand since I was six.’

      ‘You’re not old enough to own this place.’ He looked late twenties. Dressed in jeans and a tee he looked more like the gardener than the owner. But that fitting-too-good tee shirt had ‘Lucky’ emblazoned across his chest and Ellie already knew the guy got lucky—every, single, time.

      ‘My father was an old man when I was born.’

      And he’d had a folly of a marriage? To a much younger woman? Ellie decided to skip that can of worms—she had a huge enough one open already. ‘You told me you were a guest.’

      ‘You assumed that. I did try to explain who I was but you were too busy apologising to listen.’

      ‘I’m not going to apologise any more,’ she said defiantly. ‘You should have told me. You should have stopped me making a fool of myself twice over.’

      He stood and walked around to her side of the table. ‘You never made a fool of yourself with me.’

      She stood, speaking through a clamped jaw. ‘Mr Theroux.’

      He stepped closer. ‘You can’t be serious.’ His voice dropped to an intimate whisper.

      ‘Actually I am,’ she declared firmly, shoring up her quivering response. ‘You know it’s inappropriate for us to talk further. You need to talk to—’

      ‘Nathan.’

      ‘That’s right.’ She inhaled—bad idea because she caught that deliciously spicy soapy scent.

      ‘I don’t want to deal with Nathan. I want to deal with you.’

      Now she knew what menopause was going to feel like: the hot flash stunned her. ‘You can’t.’ She snuck a breath. ‘It would be unprofessional. Nathan will work on it alone.’

      ‘There’s nothing to work on.’ He shrugged.

      ‘Are you saying that because I’m leaving, you’re not interested in negotiating?’ she asked even more breathlessly. ‘Are you trying to blackmail me?’

      He hesitated. ‘I’m open to negotiations. But I would prefer to talk with you.’

      ‘But if I’m not available will you still be open?’

      He grinned. ‘I’m a businessman, not an idiot. I know there are benefits to be had from this place being used as a location. Not for just any movie, of course.’

      She gazed at him through narrowed eyes. Not sure she could believe him.

      ‘I enjoyed every second with you in my bed, but I’m not slimeball enough to use our fling in my business decisions,’ he said quietly but firmly. ‘Just as you’re not slutty enough to think sleeping with me could make me change my mind, right?’

      ‘Right,’ she said. ‘But the fact is we don’t know each other very well.’

      ‘And as far as you’re concerned we’re not going to get to know each other any better.’

      ‘I think that’s best, don’t you?’

      ‘Not at all,’ he answered bluntly. ‘But unlike your colleague I’m gentleman enough to respect your wishes. I’m not into harassing people.’

      Just how much of that conversation with Nathan had he overheard?

      ‘I’m capable of keeping my business and my personal life separate,’ he continued easily. ‘It won’t make any difference.’

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