At Odds with the Heiress. Cat Schield

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СКАЧАТЬ niece around the hotel, he never dreamed they’d become friends. But now he understood his faulty judgment. Having an actress of Scarlett’s caliber to learn from would be any fledgling actress’s dream come true.

      “Just great.” He felt a growl building in his chest. “Madison, why don’t you go in and take off the costume so Scarlett can take it back to the hotel with her.”

      Logan’s shortness dimmed his niece’s high spirits. “She said I could bring it with me when I go back tomorrow.”

      “I’ve been thinking that the hotel might not be the best place for you.”

      “It figures that I’d find something I enjoy and you’d take it away.” Madison threw her arms out. “Do you all want me to be miserable? Is that it?”

      “I thought you might spend some time with me at the office tomorrow.”

      “We tried that, remember?” Madison crossed her arms over her chest and dropped the enigmatic Mata Hari facade. Once again she looked like a twenty-first-century teenager playing dress-up. “You left me sitting in the lobby with the receptionist while you dealt with all the supersecret stuff for your clients. No, thanks.”

      Up until now, Scarlett had remained silent. Now she stepped into the fray, her manner relaxed, her voice a refreshing spring breeze. “Madison, why don’t you head in. Your uncle and I will figure something out.”

      To his amazement, Madison did as she was told. Giving Scarlett a quick, warm hug, his niece shot him a pleading look before disappearing through the front door.

      “How did you do that?” The question tumbled out of him. “She fights me on everything from breakfast to bedtime. But you tell her to do something and she agrees without so much as a frown.”

      “I don’t know. Maybe because I’ve treated her like the intelligent young woman she is.”

      “Meaning, I haven’t?”

      “You’re pretty bossy.”

      “She’s seventeen.”

      “When I was seventeen, I had my GED, was managing my acting career and having a ball with my friends.”

      “She’s not you.”

      “I’m not saying she is. But she’s smart and ambitious. If she’s behaving like a brat, it might be because no one is listening to her.”

      “So now you’re an expert.”

      Scarlett’s only reaction to his sarcasm was the warning flash in her eyes. Her tone remained neutral as she said, “I’m not an expert. I’m simply offering you my opinion.”

      “Noted.”

      “Please let her come back to the hotel tomorrow. She can shadow my general manager. Lucille’s exactly what you want in a mentor. A professional career woman with a master’s degree in business. Hardworking. Conservative dresser. You’ll love her.”

      While Logan appreciated that Scarlett had taken a strong interest in Madison, he couldn’t shake the concern that no matter how hard she tried to steer his niece toward college and a career that would please her parents, Madison would continue to be dazzled by Scarlett’s larger-than-life persona and remain steadfast in her decision to become an actress.

      “Please, Logan. Let me help.” A trace of pleading had entered Scarlett’s voice. “I’m worried that if everyone keeps telling her what to do, Madison will become even more determined to skip college and go to L.A.”

      “And you think you can change her mind.”

      “I’m not promising that, but I think she’ll listen to what I say.”

      That’s exactly what Logan was afraid of. She’d already half convinced him to let Madison return to the hotel. His irritation cooled and other emotions crowded in.

      “And who are you supposed to be?” he asked, as he finally took in the full effect of her outfit.

      She twirled gracefully. “I’m Ginger Rogers from the movie Top Hat.”

      She looked ready to be spun around the dance floor or clasped in her costar’s arms for a passionate moonlit kiss. And thanks to her four-inch heels, her delectable mouth was within easy kissing distance....

      Logan crossed his arms over his chest as he was flooded with the memory of her soft moan of surrender earlier that day. A low burn began in his belly. Tension built as he waited for the tiniest spark from her that would ignite him to action.

      But instead of provoking him, she retreated a step. “I should be getting back to the hotel.”

      Did he detect the slightest hint of breathlessness in her voice? Had she sensed he was on the brink of doing something rash and impulsive? Why wasn’t she inviting him to act?

      “Of course.”

      “Will you bring Madison by tomorrow?”

      “I can.”

      “It would be better if we formalized the internship by hiring her. That way she can take ownership of the tasks she’s assigned.”

      Logan knew having a job she enjoyed would be good for his niece, but he worried what having her working for Scarlett was going to do to his blood pressure.

      “What time do you want her?”

      Only because he was so in tune with her did he note the relaxation of her muscles. The change was almost imperceptible.

      “Eight.”

      And then, because she wasn’t expecting it, he slid his hand around the back of her neck and lowered his lips to hers. For a second, shock paralyzed her, then she softened beneath the light pressure he exerted on her mouth. The moonlight and muted night sounds called for leisurely, romantic kisses. He cupped her head and focused all his attention on the texture of her plump lips and the fragrance of her skin.

      Two kisses stretched into ten. Logan knew the interlude couldn’t last forever. Already in the back of his mind irritation buzzed. A sizzling, sultry temptress, she was built for passion and frenzied desire, and here he was treating her like the heroine of a lighthearted romantic comedy.

      But in this moment, with just a hint of coolness rushing across his hot skin, he wanted nothing more than to savor the way she yielded her lips to his mastery, to enjoy how her body trembled as he feathered kisses over her chin and cheeks.

      “Thank you,” she said when at long last he released her.

      He noted that she kept her gaze on his shirt buttons, her thoughts hidden beneath a thick fringe of lashes. “For kissing you?”

      She frowned. He’d disrupted her poise and she was slow to recover.

      “For letting Madison come back to Fontaine Richesse tomorrow.”

      “You made a convincing argument.”

      Already his fingers itched to touch her again. He wished he hadn’t СКАЧАТЬ