A Taste of Sin. Maggie Cox

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СКАЧАТЬ her head to gaze up at him, she said, ‘Eugene Bonnaire? Please come in. I’m Mr Houghton’s assistant—Rose Heathcote. I’ve been asked to conduct the meeting with you on Mr Houghton’s behalf.’

      The handsome Frenchman stepped inside. Charmingly polite, he shook Rose’s hand with a slight bow of his head and she immediately sensed the reined-in strength he exuded.

      ‘I am delighted to meet you, Miss Heathcote. But I have to confess I was sorry to hear that your boss has been taken ill. Might I ask how he is?’

      Before answering, Rose pulled the door shut behind him and adjusted the sign that hung inside the glass to read ‘closed’. She was glad of the chance to compose herself before she turned round again. Not only had his firm handshake made her far too aware of him as a man, but the deep bass timbre of his arrestingly attractive voice made her skin feel as though he’d brushed it with gossamer. She prayed that the blood that had heatedly rushed into her face didn’t too obviously reveal the fact...

      ‘I wish I could say he was a little better, but the doctors tell me it’s going to be a while before we see any improvement.’

      ‘C’est la vie. It is the way of things...but I wish him well.’

      ‘Thank you. I’ll tell him you said so. Anyway, would you like to come with me into the office, Mr Bonnaire, and we can start our meeting?’

      ‘Before we discuss anything I would like you to show me round the building, Miss Heathcote. After all, that is the reason I am here.’

      Although there was a faultlessly charming smile on his lips to accompany this statement, Rose realised that here was a man who wouldn’t be diverted by small talk, however polite and concerned. Nothing would take precedence over pursuing his goals, and his goal today was clearly deciding whether he wanted to buy the antiques shop or not...

      ‘Of course,’ she replied. ‘It will be my pleasure.’

      Rose led him upstairs to one of the three spacious rooms that, although elegantly arranged, were stacked to the rafters with a mixture of antiques and collectables. The air smelled faintly musty because there was a generous amount of furniture on display, although it was tempered somewhat by the scent of beeswax.

      While the sound of the rain against the leaded windows made for a cosy ambience it was a little chilly too, and the dress she wore was sleeveless. Wishing she’d collected her cardigan from the office, she briskly rubbed her arms to warm them.

      ‘The rooms are generously sized, considering it’s such an old building,’ she remarked, ‘which is why we can house so many antiques. I hope you like what you see, Mr Bonnaire.’

      Looking faintly amused, her visitor lifted his gaze.

      Rose privately attested to spending the most electrifying few seconds of her life as her glance met his. It struck her that she could have chosen her words better. Not in a million years would she invite a man like Eugene Bonnaire to look at her. Did he think that she would? He had a reputation for liking exceptionally beautiful women, and Rose knew she was a long way from being in that particular category.

      ‘So far...I like what I see very much, Miss Heathcote,’ he answered, not moving his gaze.

      Now she really did feel hot and bothered. ‘I’m...I’m glad. Take as much time as you want, looking over things.’

      ‘Trust me, I will do exactly that.’

      ‘Good.’

      Hastily averting her glance, she crossed her arms over her chest, not wanting to draw any more attention. But it wasn’t long before she found herself surreptitiously observing him as he walked round, his keen-eyed gaze carefully examining the layout and proportions of the room, every so often dropping down into a crouch to examine the durability and condition of the timbered walls and crevices. It was fascinating to watch him stroking his large but slim hands over the wood and occasionally tapping it with his knuckles.

      Whilst Rose understood that it was important the man knew what he would be getting for his investment, he didn’t give the impression that the room’s contents interested him at all, and she began to be concerned. Philip had told her it was imperative he sell the business as a going concern, because his poor health meant that he now had to retire, as well as pay for his aftercare when he left the hospital.

      He had added sadly, ‘I’m afraid that pensions aren’t worth a light these days...’

      The weight of the responsibility she’d taken on in agreeing to make the sale for him hit Rose even harder.

      She was still frowning when the preoccupied Frenchman pivoted and remarked, ‘Forgive me, but I saw you shiver a couple of times. Are you cold? Perhaps you’d like to go and get your jacket, Rose?’

      Even as he asked another small shiver ran up her spine. But it wasn’t due to the less than comfortable temperature...it was because it had sounded disturbingly intimate when he’d used her name.

      Last night, ahead of her interview with him, she had looked up Eugene Bonnaire on the internet, and as well as reading about the numerous plaudits he had earned in his career thus far she had also learned that he could be quite ruthless in his dealings and had an insatiable appetite for success. He was cited as a man who went after the very best of everything, no matter what the cost, and his penchant for stunning women suggested he was quite the playboy.

      Rose knew she couldn’t afford to let her guard down round him for an instant. She didn’t want to be persuaded to agree to the sale of the business against her better judgement just because he was so attractive.

      Deciding that she couldn’t and wouldn’t let that happen—she knew from bitter experience the danger that men like him could pose—she unwaveringly returned his gaze and said, ‘I think I will go and get my cardigan. If you want to look at the other rooms on this floor, be my guest. I’ll be back in a minute.’

      With a polite but inarguably knowing nod, Eugene Bonnaire glanced away.

      A short while later she returned upstairs to find that he’d gone into the furthest room at the back. This was where the more valuable items were displayed and where jewellery was housed behind secure custom-made glass cabinets. Much to Rose’s surprise, she found Eugene staring transfixed into one of the cabinets and wondered if she’d misjudged him. Maybe he did admire some of the artefacts and maybe he would buy the business as well as the building?

      She couldn’t help but smile as she stepped up beside him, curious to see what he was examining so avidly. When she saw that he was staring at the exquisite pearl and diamond ring from the nineteenth century that was the centrepiece of the display, her curiosity was even more piqued.

      ‘It’s pretty, isn’t it?’ she commented.

      ‘Yes, it is. It looks very similar to the ring my father bought my mother when their business first started to take off.’ He was lost in thought for a moment. Then, with a heartfelt sigh, he turned towards her. ‘But the pearls and the diamonds weren’t real. They were just costume jewellery... He couldn’t afford to buy her anything expensive back then.’

      There was definitely a glimmer of pain in his eyes as he related this, and Rose found herself warming to him probably more than was wise, because he suddenly seemed oddly vulnerable.

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