The Bedroom Surrender. Emma Darcy
Чтение книги онлайн.
Читать онлайн книгу The Bedroom Surrender - Emma Darcy страница 6
Название: The Bedroom Surrender
Автор: Emma Darcy
Издательство: HarperCollins
Жанр: Контркультура
Серия: Mills & Boon Modern
isbn: 9781472031334
isbn:
‘Yes,’ he said. ‘You have a beautiful singing voice. Very pure in tone.’ His mouth quirked. ‘If I’d still been running Saturn Records, I might have tried to sign you up.’
‘Rosalie’s birth mother was a professional singer,’ Rebel remarked.
‘I’m not interested,’ she quickly cut in, shaking her head at her sister. ‘You know that.’
Rebel sighed. ‘It always seemed like a waste to me. Even Zuang Chi said…’
‘No! I don’t want to be in that world!’ The curt dismissal effectively silenced her sister. She turned back to Adam Cazell who was learning—already knew—too much about her for Rosalie’s comfort, digging, digging, digging. She turned the screw. ‘What were you doing in Phnom Penh, Adam?’
‘Scouting for my airline.’
His eyes mocked her evasive tactics.
Every muscle in her body tensed as she felt his intent to close in on her. Hunter…warrior…he embodied both those images in her mind, and for the first time in many many years, Rosalie felt vulnerable to a man.
Hugh’s old butler made a timely entrance, announcing, ‘Lunch is about to be served in the dining room, m’lord.’
‘Thank you, Brooks.’ Hugh stood up. ‘Girls, boys, Adam…’
He ushered them out, leaving the two sisters to trail after them, a move that had undoubtedly been orchestrated by some telling look from his wife. Rosalie sometimes wondered if the understanding between them was almost psychic. At least, she was momentarily relieved of Adam Cazell’s presence, but Rebel, of course, had something to say, linking arms with her for a confidential little chat.
‘He’s seriously aware of you, Rosalie. Totally captivated, I’d say,’ she murmured.
‘Rebel, I don’t care to be the ornament on any man’s arm.’
‘I’m not suggesting you should be. I just think it’s more than that. He’s really interested.’
‘He’s a playboy. You’ve heard Cate rattle off all his girlfriends.’
‘Well, maybe you should take off some time to play, too.’
Rosalie frowned at her sister. ‘Why are you selling him to me?’ Rebel had been a super saleswoman before she’d married Hugh and started a family.
A sigh. ‘I’m worried about Cate. You must have caught those touches of bitterness when she was speaking to her father. Maybe you could do some good there, Rosalie.’
‘Cate Cazell is not a lost child, Rebel. She’s strong enough to fight her own battles with her father. I thought she got in a couple of good jabs today.’
‘A parent can brush these things off, telling themselves the child is being moody, difficult. None so blind as those who don’t want to see, Rosalie. But you could make him see through your eyes. And he’d listen to you. It’s not right that Cate feels…abandoned.’
‘I don’t want to get involved with him.’
‘It needn’t be a heavy involvement.’
‘He’ll come onto me hard and fast. I know he will, given half a chance.’
‘But you’re so practised at holding men off.’
‘He’s different.’
‘Oh?’ Rebel looked fascinated.
Rosalie grimaced. ‘Don’t look at me like that. I know when something’s not safe. I know.’
A frown. ‘I thought you could handle anything. Sorry for pressing. It’s just…I am worried about Cate. She’s entering her teens. If she doesn’t get what she needs from her father…’
‘She does have a mother.’
‘Useless. Too full of her own life. It’s Adam she looks to. If he’s not there for her…’
‘Cate will manage in her own way.’
‘No. She’ll be at risk. If she feels let down and alone…getting into drugs is a very easy step.’
‘Why don’t you speak to Adam yourself about this?’
‘I’m not the one he wants to win.’
Their private chat ended on that line. They’d entered the dining room and the others were there waiting for them to come and sit down.
Adam Cazell’s gaze raked Rosalie from head to foot, making her extremely conscious of the strip of bare skin between her hipster jeans and the waist-length blue and white striped bandeau top she wore, her long hair loose over bare shoulders, her face bare of make-up. She felt her blood heating, her pale skin flushing.
She wanted to scream, ‘No! Look elsewhere, Adam Cazell.’
But he wasn’t going to.
Cate stood beside him, not impinging on his consciousness one bit. It didn’t occur to him that winning his daughter was more important than winning another woman.
Rebel was right.
She did have the power to make him listen to her if he had the ears to hear.
Maybe she could handle the risk…for Catie’s sake.
It shouldn’t take long to hammer the message home.
Конец ознакомительного фрагмента.
Текст предоставлен ООО «ЛитРес».
Прочитайте эту книгу целиком, купив полную легальную версию на ЛитРес.
Безопасно оплатить книгу можно банковской картой Visa, MasterCard, Maestro, со счета мобильного телефона, с платежного терминала, в салоне МТС или Связной, через PayPal, WebMoney, Яндекс.Деньги, QIWI Кошелек, бонусными картами или другим удобным Вам способом.