Bachelor Undone. Brenda Jackson

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СКАЧАТЬ her champagne, she saw him glance over her way, as if assuring himself she was still there—still unattached, possibly still interested.

      Deciding not to appear too interested, she began mingling, enjoying the sights and sounds. Moments later, she was leaning against a balustrade watching a group of the island dancers perform. Their movements were so romantic and breathtaking beneath the stars.

      “I can tell you are enjoying yourself,” a deep, husky male voice said.

      The first thought that flashed through her mind was that it wasn’t as deep as York’s, and it wasn’t making her skin feel like it was being caressed. Pushing that observation to the back of her mind, she looked up at the stranger she’d seen earlier and asked, “And just how can you tell?”

      “You have that look. And whatever the cause of it, do you mind sharing it because I’m simply bored.”

      She fought from shaking her head. She had heard that pickup line so many other times, surely the man could have thought of something else. But she could go along with it for now. “Then I guess I need to make sure you enjoy yourself as much as I do.”

      He smiled, flashing her perfect white teeth. “I would definitely appreciate it.” He then held his hand out to her. “I’m Damien Felder, by the way.”

      She returned his smile. “And I’m Darcy Owens.”

      “Please to meet you, Darcy. And is that a Midwestern accent I hear?”

      “Yes, it is,” she replied. “And yours is part southern and part western.”

      Instead of saying whether her assumption was correct, he took a step closer to her. “Are you staying at this hotel?”

      She didn’t have to wonder why he was asking. The man was a fast mover, and she had no problem with that if her vibes had been in sync with his. They weren’t for some reason. “Yes, I’m at this hotel. What about you?”

      “No, my hotel is a few miles from here. I was invited tonight by a friend. But an emergency came up, and he had to leave the island. He encouraged me to come anyway. He thought I would enjoy myself. I hadn’t been until I saw you.”

      She smiled. “Thank you.”

      “You’re welcome. And why would a beautiful woman travel to this island alone?”

      She took a sip of her champagne and smiled as she looked up at him. “What makes you think I’m alone?”

      A gleam appeared in the depths of his brown eyes. “Because no man with a lick of sense would let you out of his sight for long.”

      Darcy smiled. The man was full of compliments, although she’d heard most of them before. “I needed a little vacation.” And before he could ask her anything else, she decided to ask him a question. “So what brings you to the island?”

      “I’m associated with a movie that will be filmed on the island starting tomorrow.”

      She lifted a brow. “A movie?”

      He chuckled. “Yes, one from Spirit Head Productions.”

      She nodded. She had heard of them. In fact, their main headquarters were in New York. “Let me guess,” she said smiling. “You’re the leading man.”

      From his expression, she could tell he enjoyed getting compliments as much as he enjoyed giving them. “No, I hold an administrative position. I’m a line producer.”

      “Sounds exciting.”

      He met her gaze. “It is. How would you like me to give you a tour of the set tomorrow?”

      She thought his offer was certainly generous, and she could tell from the way he was looking at her he thought so too and expected her to jump at it. So she did, all but clapping her hands in fake excitement. “Oh, that would be wonderful. I’d love to.”

      “Well then, it’s settled. Now how about if I come up to your room tonight so I’ll know where to come get you tomorrow.”

      “I prefer that we meet in the lobby.”

      She could see the disappointment flash in his eyes. She all but shrugged at the thought. He might eventually share her bed before she left the island, but he would work hard for the privilege. So far she didn’t feel a connection to him but was hoping it was just her and not him. For some reason when she looked at him, visions of York entered her mind. And that wasn’t good.

      “Would you like to take a walk on the beach?”

      She smiled. “No. In fact, it’s been a tiring day for me. I think I’ll call it an early night and go back up to my room now,” she said.

      “Alone?” he asked.

      “Yes, alone. I’m recovering from a flu bug and don’t want to overdo it.”

      “I understand, and I wouldn’t want you to overdo it either.” He reached into his jacket and pulled out a card. “Here’s my business card. Call me when you get up in the morning. Maybe we can share breakfast.”

      “Thanks, and I will give you a call,” she said, taking the card.

      “Are you sure you don’t need me to walk you back to your room?”

      “Thanks for the offer but I’m positive. Good night. I’ll see you tomorrow, Damien.”

      And then she walked off, knowing he was still watching her. She knew he thought he had her within his scope, but he would soon discover that she was the one who had him in hers.

      York stood in the shadows, behind the orchestra stand, and sipped his wine. He watched the man he’d identified earlier that day as Damien Felder, hitting on Darcy Owens of all people. And from the way the man was still looking at Darcy as she disappeared among the other partiers, he was definitely interested in her. That York could understand. Not only did she have striking features but the dress she was wearing showed a pair of gorgeous legs and a very curvy body.

      “Damn.” He drew in a deep breath. The man’s interest in Darcy was the last thing York needed. Based on the report Wesley had given him earlier, Felder was the last person she should even be talking to. Even Malcolm and his group didn’t know half the stuff Damien Felder was involved in, but York didn’t plan on sharing any of it with them until he had concrete proof to back it up.

      But first he needed to make sure Darcy stayed out of the picture. He had seen the moment Felder had slid his business card into the palm of her hand. Since York could read lips—something he taught himself to do after his sister was born deaf—he knew that Felder had invited her on set tomorrow. He wasn’t sure what her response had been since Felder had been the one facing him, while Darcy’s back had been to him.

      The man had also tried inviting himself up to Darcy’s room, which she apparently turned down since she had left the party alone. At least York was grateful for that. He felt a deep pull in his stomach and tried convincing himself that the only reason he was grateful was because he was looking out for her. After all, she was Ellie’s best friend, so that was the least he could do. Wanting to keep her out of the picture had nothing to do with the jealousy he’d felt when he’d seen Felder approach her. СКАЧАТЬ