The Brunelli Baby Bargain. Kim Lawrence

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СКАЧАТЬ considered men who slipped away like thieves in the night were displaying at the very least bad manners. He saw no reason not to apply the same rules to women.

      And while her walking out on him had initially made him as mad as hell, once the anger had worn off he had realised she had just given and not asked for anything in return, which in his world made her pretty unique. Alas it now seemed that she was not so special.

      ‘Of course you don’t.’

      His cynical drawl made her want to hit him. ‘And if I was as cynical as you…’ She drew a deep breath and bit back the retort, forcing herself to continue with more moderation as she added honestly, ‘I really had no idea who you were when I…we…at the time, and quite honestly I wish I still didn’t. But I was researching for an article and your photo…’

      ‘Researching…?’

      Sam misread the edge in his voice as skepticism and she raised her chin in defence.

      ‘Actually, I work for the Chronicle,’ she said, trying to sound casual and failing—she still got a buzz from people looking impressed when she told them her job.

      Cesare did not look impressed. In fact he couldn’t have looked less impressed. ‘You’re a journalist?’

      ‘Yes…’ Hearing the defensive note in her voice, she bit her lip and added, ‘I happen to be very good at what I do.’

      ‘I do not doubt it.’

      His sneer left her in no doubt that this comment was not intended as a compliment.

      ‘I take it you have a problem with journalists.’

      Cesare bared his teeth in a snarling smile, giving himself a moment to contain the fury he could feel hammering inside his skull before he responded in a voice that was wiped clean of all emotion save contempt.

      ‘I suppose it is a job that would suit someone with no moral scruples.’ The person who had interviewed the family of the child he had pulled from the burning car had certainly had nothing that approached a moral. They had added to the anguish by asking the parents while their child lay critically ill if they felt responsible for Cesare’s own loss of sight.

      The careless observation drew a gasp of startled anger from Sam’s lips.

      ‘I try not to generalise and I admit that most journalists I know would stop short of lying their way into someone’s bed to get a juicy story,’ Cesare said, shaking his head. ‘I should have, but you know I didn’t see this one coming… I should have known there is no such thing as a free lunch.’

      An open-handed slap landed with a resounding crack on the side of his face, the force of the blow sending his head sideways.

      Shame and shock rolled over Sam as she pressed both hands to her heaving chest. She had just seen red when he made that snide remark. It might not have been deep and meaningful to him, but he didn’t have to trivialise and make the night sound so cheap and nasty.

      She was shaking. She had never struck anyone in anger in her life…it wasn’t in her nature.

      Just as it wasn’t in her nature to have a one-night stand.

      It was this man! Tears of frustration swam in her eyes as he added insult to injury by laughing.

      ‘You think this is funny?’

      One hand laid against the red mark on his lean cheek, he lifted his broad shoulders in an expressive shrug. ‘At last,’ he drawled, ‘I’ve found a woman who doesn’t make any concessions to my disability. If only you weren’t also a callous, manipulative little bitch you might well be the perfect PA…or even,’ he added, his voice dropping an octave to become so sexy and suggestive that a flash of heat was sent across the surface of Sam’s skin, ‘the perfect mistress.’

      ‘If that’s the post you’re interviewing for I can see why you’re struggling to fill it!’ she snarled, thinking how a job like that would have them queuing around the block! ‘No wonder your fiancée left you!’

      She watched as he tilted his head slowly to one side. There was no suggestion in his expression that the jibe had hurt him, but she felt a surge of guilt anyway.

      ‘It was in the article I read,’ she admitted gruffly. And she, like, she suspected, most of the people reading it, had not for one second believed that the separation between the glamorous couple had preceded the accident that had left the billionaire blind.

      ‘And I was downstairs when Candice…so are things all right between you now?’

      Her fishing trip went unrewarded. ‘Is this professional interest?’

      There was that sardonic inflection in his voice again. ‘Your love life doesn’t interest me professionally or otherwise.’ Though she seemed to be doing a pretty good impression of someone who did care. ‘I’m sorry,’ she added, feeling the focus of her anger shifting to the woman who had left the man she loved when he needed her.

      What kind of woman did that?

      A beautiful one, she thought as an image of the blonde actress in the sexy red dress formed in her head. Sam had put the immediate strong wave of antipathy she had felt towards the article’s photo of the actress smiling up at Cesare down to the strong resemblance the woman had to the one Will had dumped her for. Now Sam had seen Candice in the flesh she knew that she had been doing the actress an injustice. She was far more beautiful in reality, oddly enough, also more real was the antipathy that Sam felt towards her.

      The pity in Sam’s apology caused Cesare’s brows to twitch into a straight line.

      ‘You are sorry for what?’ he enquired warily.

      ‘Well, that she left you, of course!’ Sam retorted, her voice cracking with dislike and aggravation as she immediately contradicted herself by adding, ‘Though I don’t blame her, because you may be blind but you’re still a total bastard. You know, I really wish that I had slept with you for a story…because if I had I would be feeling a lot less stupid now!’ she declared shrilly.

      ‘Then if not for a story, why did you sleep with me?’

      Sam ignored the question. She’d had practice—she’d been doing just that to the ones in her own mind for the last twelve weeks. ‘You think I’d write about what happened? You think I want to advertise the fact I slept with you! You think I want my family and friends to know?’ She shook her head and told him grimly, ‘Nothing could be farther from the truth. I’m ashamed of what I did!’

      Having listened to her emotional diatribe with an expression approaching boredom, he leapt on her last comment.

      ‘You think sex is something to be ashamed of?’

      The suggestion brought an angry flush to her cheeks.

      ‘Only sex with you! I’ve had relationships—I was engaged.’ He really does not need to know this, she told herself.

      ‘Engaged?’ For some unfathomable reason Cesare experienced a flash of searing anger at the image that went with this statement.

      ‘Yes, engaged! For your information I have a perfectly СКАЧАТЬ