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Название: In the Heat of the Spotlight

Автор: Кейт Хьюит

Издательство: HarperCollins

Жанр: Современные любовные романы

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isbn: 9781472001641

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      ‘I told you already.’

      ‘The real reason.’

      He stared at her, his dark eyes narrowed, lips thinned. He really was an attractive man, not that it mattered. Still a part of her could admire the chocolate-coloured hair, could remember how soft it had felt threaded through her fingers. How hard and toned his body had been against hers. How warm his eyes had seemed—

      She needed to put a stop to that kind of thinking right now. ‘Well? Why?’

      ‘It’s more complicated than I’d prefer it to be,’ Luke said, the words seeming wrested from him. ‘It makes good business sense on one level, and on another … yes.’ He shrugged, spread his hands. ‘Like I said before, attraction comes into it. Probably. It doesn’t mean I’m going to act on it.’

      ‘Despite the fact that you just did.’

      ‘If you thrust your tongue into my mouth, I’ll respond. I’m a man.’

      Exactly. And she knew men. Still, the extent of his honesty unnerved her. He could have easily denied it. Lied. ‘What are you,’ she said, ‘Pinocchio?’

      He glanced away, his expression shuttering. ‘Something like that.’

      The man could not tell a lie. How fascinating, considering she told dozens. Hundreds. Her whole life was a lie. ‘So if I asked you anything, you’d have to tell me the truth?’

      ‘I don’t like lying, if that’s what you mean.’

      ‘Don’t like it, or aren’t good at it?’

      ‘Both.’

      She was tempted to ask him something really revealing, embarrassing even, yet she decided not to. Any more intimacy with this man was not advisable.

      ‘Okay, then. Tell me just what this whole Asia thing is about.’

      ‘I’m relaunching four stores across Asia. Manila, Singapore, Hong Kong and Tokyo. I want you to sing at each opening.’

      ‘Sing my new song.’

      ‘That’s about it.’

      ‘That’s kind of a risk, don’t you think?’

      He raised his eyebrows in both challenge and query. ‘Is it?’

      ‘How long were you standing on my porch?’

      ‘Long enough.’

      She had the absolutely insane impulse to ask him what he’d thought of that song. She’d been working on it for months, and it meant more to her than she ever wanted to admit—which was why she wouldn’t ask. ‘Why don’t you want my usual Aurelie schtick?’ she asked instead.

      He nodded, and it felt like an affirmation. ‘That’s what it is, isn’t it? A schtick. An act. Not who you really are.’

      She didn’t like the way his gaze seemed to sear right through her. She didn’t like it at all, and yet part of her was crying out yes. Yes, it’s pretend, it’s not me, and you’re the only person who has ever realised that. From somewhere she dredged up the energy to roll her eyes. Laugh it off. ‘Of course it’s a schtick. Any famous person is just an act, Bryant. A successful one.’

      ‘Call me Luke.’ She pressed her lips together. Said nothing. He took a step towards her. ‘So will you do it?’

      ‘I can’t give you an answer right now.’

      ‘You’d better give me an answer soon, because I fly to the Philippines next week.’

      She let out a low breath, shook her head. She wasn’t saying no, she just felt …

      ‘Scared?’

      ‘What?’

      ‘You’re scared of me. Why?’ She stared at him, wordless with shock, and he gave her a little toe-curling smile. ‘The honesty thing? It goes both ways. I call it as I see it, Aurelie. Always. So why are you scared?’

      She bristled. ‘Because I don’t know you. Because you practically stalked me, coming to my house here, muscling your way in—’

      ‘I asked. Politely. And you’re the one who kissed me, so—’

      ‘Just forget it.’ She turned away, hating how much he saw and didn’t see at the same time. Hating how confused and needy he made her feel.

      ‘Tell me why you’re scared.’

      ‘I’m not scared.’ She was terrified.

      ‘Are you scared of me, or of singing?’ He took another step towards her, his body relaxed and so contained. He was so sure of himself, of who he was, and it made her angry. Jealous. Scared.

      ‘Neither—’ Both.

      ‘You know you’re not that great a liar, either.’

      She whirled around to face him, to say something truly scathing, but unfortunately nothing came to mind. All her self-righteous indignation evaporated, and all the posturing she depended on collapsed. She had nothing. And she was so very tired of pretending, of acting as if she didn’t care, of being someone else. Even if the thought of being herself—and having people see that—was utterly terrifying.

      ‘Of course I’m a little … wary,’ she snapped, unable to lose that brittle, self-protective edge. ‘The press lives to ridicule me. People love to hate me. Do you think I really enjoy opening myself up to all that again and again?’

      He stared at her for a moment, saw her, and it took all her strength to stand there and take it, not to say something stupid or suggestive, hide behind innuendo. She lifted her chin instead and returned his gaze.

      ‘You act like you do.’

      ‘And I told you, every famous person is an act. Aurelie the pop star isn’t real.’ She couldn’t believe she was saying this.

      ‘Then who,’ Luke asked, ‘is Aurelie Schmidt?’

      Aurelie stared at him for a long, helpless moment. She had no answer to that one. She’d been famous since she was sixteen years old. ‘It hardly matters. Nobody’s interested in Aurelie Schmidt.’

      ‘Maybe they would be if they got to know her.’

      ‘Trust me, they wouldn’t.’

      ‘It’s a risk you need to take.’

      It was a risk too great to take. ‘Don’t tell me what I need.’

      Luke thrust his hands into his pockets. ‘Fine. Let me take you to dinner.’

      Suspicion sharpened inside her. ‘Why?’

      ‘A business dinner. To discuss the details of the Asia СКАЧАТЬ