Secrets In The Boardroom. Fiona Brand

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      Picking up her clutch, she joined Zane and Elena. The venue wasn’t far away, but there was no way she would make her rendezvous with Howard in time. To compound matters, this was a first date recommended by the online dating agency she had started using just weeks ago. She had never physically met Howard. All she knew was that he had ticked all the boxes in terms of her requirements in a husband.

      Now that Lucas was history, Howard was number one on her list of eligible bachelors and her most likely prospect for marriage.

      She dragged her gaze from the riveting sight of Zane in a black tuxedo, and tried to gloss over the fact that she had just climbed out of his bed and was now going to meet a prospective husband. “I need a lift to the museum.”

      Lilah was five minutes late.

      Howard White was waiting in the appointed place in the museum foyer, although at first she had difficulty picking him out because he was older than the photograph he had supplied. Mid-forties, she guessed, rather than the age of thirty-two, which he had given.

      Flustered and ashamed at herself for her loss of control with Zane, and for forgetting she was even meeting Howard, Lilah resolved to overlook his dishonesty.

      Howard smiled pleasantly as they shook hands. “I feel like I know you already.”

      Guilt burned through her as Howard continued to study her in a way that was just a little too familiar for comfort.

      Her picture had been splashed across the tabloids. Her only hope now was that he wouldn’t put two and two together when he saw Zane. She would have to do her best to make sure that they were not seen together.

      As he released her hand, she couldn’t help but notice that he had a pale strip across the third finger of his left hand, which seemed to indicate that Howard had been recently married.

      The evening progressed at a snail’s pace.

      Burningly aware of Zane just a short distance away with Gemma clinging on his arm, Lilah found it hard to focus on Howard and his accounting business.

      Howard placed his empty mineral water on a nearby side table and beckoned a passing waiter. “Are you sure you wouldn’t like some champagne?”

      “No. Thank you.” Lilah was beginning to get a little annoyed at the pressure Howard was applying with regard to alcohol, especially when he had not touched anything alcoholic himself.

      “Very sensible.” He put his wallet away.

      She tried to think of something else to say, but the conversation had staggered to a halt.

      Howard jerked at his collar as if it was too tight. “My—uh, mother doesn’t agree with alcohol, especially not for women.”

      Lilah dragged her gaze from Zane’s profile. She had barely paid Howard any attention, but all of her Cole instincts were on high alert. She had received the strong impression that Howard had been about to say “wife.” “Your mother?”

      Howard’s gaze shifted to the auctioneer, who was just setting up. He dragged at his tie as if he was having trouble breathing. “I live with my, uh, mother. She’s a fine woman.”

      Feeling suddenly wary of Howard, Lilah excused herself on the grounds that she needed some fresh air before the auction started.

      She stepped outside onto a small paved terrace dotted with modern sculpture. A footfall sounded behind her. Zane. Light slanted across his cheekbones, making him look even tougher and edgier.

      She had been aware that he had been keeping an eye on her the entire time and had hoped he would follow her.

      He jerked his head in the direction of the crowded room. “When did you meet him?”

      “Tonight.”

      His expression was incredulous. “A blind date?”

      She stared at the soaring, shadowy shape of a concrete obelisk, as if the outline was riveting. “More or less.”

      It was none of Zane’s business that Howard had contacted her through her online dating service. His application was very recent. It had appeared in her in-box just before she had gone to Medinos. She had felt raw enough on her return that she had agreed to her first actual date.

      “I don’t like him, and you’re not leaving with him.” There was a vibrating pause. “He’s old enough to be your father.”

      There was an oddly accusing note to Zane’s voice. Lilah stared hard at a tortured arrangement of pipes at the center of the small courtyard, a piece of art that, according to a plaque, had something to do with the inner-city “vibe.” “He is older than I thought.”

      She rubbed her bare arms against the coolness of the night, suddenly desperate to change the subject. “Where’s Gemma?”

      “Gemma won’t miss me for a few minutes. Is that why you dated Lucas, because he was older?”

      Her gaze connected with Zane’s. She didn’t know why he was so stuck on the issue of age. “I don’t see what this has to do with anything.”

      “I’ve read your personnel file. I know how old you are, I also know that you seem to date older men. Is that a requirement for your future husband?”

      Despite the chilly air it was suddenly way too hot. She tried to whip up some outrage that Zane had accessed her personal information, but the implications of his prying were riveting. She couldn’t think of any reason for Zane to focus on the age of her dates unless it affected him personally. The thought that Zane was comparing himself with her dates and that he was actually worried that he was too young, was dizzying. “No.”

      Something like relief flickered in his gaze. “Good.”

      His fingers linked with hers, drew her close.

      Lilah swallowed against the sudden dryness in her mouth. After the disaster on Medinos followed by the deadening effect of Howard’s company, Zane’s interest in her was fatally seductive. “This is a bad idea. You’re with someone else.”

      In theory so was she, but Howard, with his sneaky lies and deceptions, had ceased to count.

      “Gemma works for The Atraeus Group. She just helps me out on occasion.”

      Zane’s head dipped, his breath wafted over her cheek, and suddenly, irresistibly, they were back where they’d been less than two hours ago—on the verge of … something.

      His lips touched hers. Heat shivered through her, she lifted up on her toes. Her palms automatically slid over his shoulders, fingers digging into pliant muscle. His hands closed on her waist.

      The sound of the auctioneer taking bids flowed out into the night, but even that faded as she stepped closer, angled her chin and leaned into the kiss.

      Something shifted in the shadows, flashed. Zane’s head jerked up.

      A second shadow flickered. A night security officer with a flashlight in one СКАЧАТЬ