Sleeping With Her Rival. Sheri WhiteFeather

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      She eyed him with annoyance. “Oh, really?”

      “Yeah.” He popped the top on a soda and took a swig. “But I’ve dealt with this sort of thing before. I’m just the guy who can give you an image that will dazzle the media, charm the public and make men fall at your feet.”

      Offended, she lifted her chin. “I don’t need you to run my social life.”

      He set his drink on the table. “The hell you don’t. You’ve got incredible sex appeal, but you don’t know how to use it.”

      “And a phony affair with you is going to turn me into a femme fatale?”

      He slanted her his signature grin. “You bet is it.”

      “Go to hell, Flint.”

      “Hey, come on. Don’t be that way. This is business.”

      At the moment she didn’t care. Refusing to listen to any more of his spin-doctor spiel, she rose and headed for the door, leaving him cursing behind her.

      The community living room at the brownstone was cozy yet elegant, with tall, leafy plants, beige furniture and an array of pale blue pillows, but the familiar atmosphere didn’t lighten Gina’s mood.

      Eight hours after her meeting with Flint, she sat on a big, comfy sofa, venting her frustration to her younger sisters.

      Rita, an almost twenty-five-year-old nurse at Boston General, listened with a sympathetic ear.

      Twenty-three-year-old Maria, on the other hand, seemed preoccupied. She stood beside the window, gazing at the setting sun. Gina admired her sister’s business savvy, and tonight she needed the other woman’s undivided attention.

      “Don’t you care about what’s going on?” Gina asked, unable to temper her irritation.

      Maria turned instantly. She stared at Gina with dark eyes, her chiseled features a mask of composure. In spite of her petite frame, she exuded strength. “That isn’t fair. You know how important the Valentine’s Day promotion was to me. I’m as concerned as you are about the company our grandparents built.”

      Of course she was, Gina thought guiltily. Maria managed Baronessa Gelateria, a family-owned, old-fashioned ice-cream parlor—a Hanover Street location overflowing with charm and an emotional cloud of memories.

      Still, Gina couldn’t help but wonder if there was something else going on in Maria’s life. Her sister had been slipping off lately, almost as if she were meeting someone on the sly.

      Startled by her imagination, Gina shook her head. The phony affair Flint had proposed had warped her mind. Now she was conjuring a secret lover for Maria.

      “I feel like I’m trapped between a rock and a hard place,” Gina said, drawing the conversation to her rival. “Baronessa’s reputation is floundering, and I just locked horns with the spin doctor who’s supposed to pull us out of this mess.”

      Maria moved away from the window. “I’m sorry, Gina. I know this isn’t easy on you.”

      Rita, seated in one of the overstuffed chairs, tucked her legs beneath her. She still wore her uniform, but she’d removed the white, crepe-soled shoes. “There has to be a solution.”

      “Yes, but what?” Gina asked. “I’m willing to do whatever it takes to restore Baronessa’s reputation, but I can’t stand the thought of snuggling up to that macho, arrogant man.” She dragged a hand through her hair, tugging her fingers through the loosened, unruly curls. “He doesn’t think I can dazzle the media on my own. He thinks I need him to coach me.”

      “Then prove him wrong,” Maria suggested. “Show him that you can handle the press.”

      Rita perked up. “That’s a great idea. After all, Gina, you have your own brand of charm. There’s nothing wrong with your image.”

      “That’s right.” Maria sent her a warm smile. “You’re a beautiful, powerful, successful woman. What can a spin doctor teach you that you don’t already know?”

      “Nothing,” Gina said, her confidence budding. But she could teach Flint Kingman plenty.

      After an exhausting ten hours at the office, Flint unlocked his front door, then dropped his keys and spewed a vile curse.

      His day had gone from bad to worse, and it was all Gina’s fault.

      How could she have turned him down? His plan was brilliant. But she was too stubborn to admit it, to thank him the way she should have. He wasn’t just offering to repair the damage at Baronessa, he was offering to glamorize her image.

      What female in her right mind wouldn’t want that?

      Didn’t she know whom she was dealing with? Flint was an expert. Even his house was a work of art, a renovation with bold lines and stunning curves.

      He glanced around, proud of the changes he’d made. His entryway featured hardwood floors instead of cool, marble tiles, and a fluid archway led to a collection of carefully chosen antiques, erotic paintings and a spiral staircase as smooth and sleek as a woman’s body. He liked to run his hands along the banister, to feel the architectural beauty it possessed.

      After all, he thought, everything, even inanimate objects, represented life.

      Suddenly craving a warm shower and a cold beer, he headed to a large, custom-designed kitchen, grabbed a long-neck bottle and started stripping off his clothes.

      By the time he climbed the stairs to the master bedroom, he’d left a careless stream of garments strewn along the way.

      Standing beside the bed in a pair of pin-striped boxers, he twisted the cap on the beer and took a swig.

      And then the damned phone rang.

      Still feeling surly about Gina walking out on him, he grabbed the receiver. “What?” he said in place of a proper hello.

      “It’s me,” a feminine voice announced.

      “Who’s me?” he asked, even though he knew it was the ice princess herself.

      “It’s Gina. And I changed my mind.”

      “Did you, now?”

      “Yes, I did. After all, it is a woman’s prerogative.”

      “So you’ll have that phony affair with me?”

      “Yes,” she said primly. “But I won’t allow you to alter my image.”

      He glared at the phone for a second. She would take his advice whether she liked it or not. But he wasn’t about to argue the point. For now he would let her think she’d won. “Fine, but you can’t back out if things get a little rough. So you better be damned sure you’re committed to this project.”

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