Her Enemy With Benefits: Her Deal with the Devil / My Boyfriend and Other Enemies / Blind Date Rivals. Nikki Logan

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      Their continued lack of appreciation of his efforts, their distrust of his talents, all stemmed from his first failure, and despite how hard he’d worked since they couldn’t forget it.

      Well, the success of Melbourne Fashion Week would make them forget.

      He’d make sure of it.

      ‘What can you offer me that the other jewellers can’t?’

      Her eyes widened imperceptibly before her gaze dipped momentarily to his lips, and for one crazy, irrational second he wished she’d make an offer that had nothing to do with business.

      ‘One hundred percent commitment.’ She tilted her chin up and eyeballed him. ‘I’m willing to do whatever it takes to have our designs accessorising yours.’

      ‘Anything?’

      Until now he’d been the epitome of a corporate businessman, with his mind on the job. But with a hard-on that wouldn’t quit, her body enticingly close, and her tempting cinnamon-peach fragrance wrapping him in an erotic fog, he couldn’t help but flirt.

      Besides, that was what she thought he was—an idle playboy who’d never worked for anything in his life. He’d gladly disillusion her. Later.

      Now, he wanted to play a little.

      ‘Within reason.’ A tiny frown slashed her brows and she held up hand between them.

      Yeah, like that would stop him.

      ‘Hmm…’ He drummed his fingers against his thigh, pretending to ponder. ‘I could get you to privately model a few designs.’

      Her frown deepened and her lips thinned.

      ‘Or you could help me with the lingerie line.’

      She didn’t speak, but the daggers she shot him with her narrow-eyed glare spoke volumes.

      ‘Or we could get together in my penthouse suite and do some serious—’

      ‘Stop toying with me.’ She jabbed at his chest. ‘You want the best? Seaborns is it and you know it.’

      She snatched her hand away when he glanced at it, still lingering on his chest.

      ‘Quit stalling. Do we have a deal or not?’

      With her eyes flashing indigo fire, her chest heaving from deep breaths and her designer-shoe-clad foot tapping impatiently an inch from his, she was utterly magnificent.

      Once again she brought to mind starlets of old: glamorous, powerful women who knew what they wanted and weren’t afraid to go after it.

      That was when it hit him.

      The idea that had been playing around the edges of his mind, taunting him to grab it and run with it.

      ‘You’re a frigging genius!’ He grabbed her arms so suddenly she was startled, and his maniacal laughter sounded crazy even to his ears.

      ‘You’re out of your mind.’ She brushed him off with a slick move that suggested martial arts training. ‘Just tell me already.’

      He leapt from the sofa and started pacing, riotous ideas peppering his imagination. He needed to sit, jot them down, make some sense of the brainstorm happening in his head.

      This was what had happened in Paris, when he’d nailed the spring showing.

      He’d done it. His ideas. His campaign. Not that upstart smarmy Jacques with his stupid berets and fast talking.

      This creative freefall had also occurred for his first showing too—the one that must not be named, as he’d labelled it in his head following the shemozzle.

      The spring collection might have gone some way to restoring his confidence, but it was this show that would prove beyond a doubt that he had what it took to make it in the fashion world.

      With Sapphire Seaborn along for the ride every step of the way.

      He stopped in front of her, itching to get started. ‘You know we’d be working on this project twenty-four-seven, right?’

      ‘Of course,’ she said, and the vein in her temple pulsed.

      It had been her ‘give’ when she’d been younger—a tell-tale sign that she was rattled—and he didn’t know whether to be flattered or annoyed that spending time with him disconcerted her.

      ‘And that doesn’t bother you?’

      She stood, cool and confident and lithe. ‘This is business. Why should it?’

      That vein beat to a rap rhythm. Yeah, she was rattled. Big time.

      ‘Okay, then, let’s do it.’

      ‘Fantastic. You won’t regret this.’ Her lush mouth eased into a wide grin. ‘We’re going to be great together.’

      ‘Absolutely.’

      And he kissed her to prove it.

CHAPTER THREE

      SAPPHIE’S FIRST INSTINCT was to knee Patrick in the groin. But he’d probably enjoy the contact too much.

      She settled for placing both palms on his chest and shoving—hard.

      ‘Can’t blame a guy for wanting to celebrate the most significant moment of his career.’

      The fact he was still using that boyish grin to try and disarm her a decade later made her want to knee him again.

      As for the flutter low in her belly? It was a reminder that she hadn’t eaten lunch and nothing to do with the insistent tug of attraction between them.

      An attraction torched to life by his kiss.

      Why did the most annoying guy on the planet also have to be the best kisser?

      It didn’t make any sense. She’d barely given him a second thought all these years—discounting the first few months after he’d left—yet all it took was one smooch—okay, one pretty scorching smooch—to resurrect how amazing he’d made her feel with his first kiss.

      She could kill him.

      Willing her pulse to stop pounding, she glared at him through narrowed eyes. ‘You do that once more and I’ll take Seaborns jewellery and walk.’

      He merely raised an eyebrow, not in the least intimidated by her bluff. ‘You need me as much as I need you, sweetheart.’ She gaped at his insolence and he laughed. ‘Come on, you know better than to con a con. I’m blunt. I say it as it is. You and me?’ He waved a hand between them. ‘We’re going to take Fashion Week by storm, so don’t let your predictable outrage over a little spur-of-the-moment celebratory kiss get in the way of a beautiful friendship.’

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