Bella's Impossible Boss. Michelle Douglas
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Название: Bella's Impossible Boss
Автор: Michelle Douglas
Издательство: HarperCollins
Жанр: Контркультура
Серия: Mills & Boon Cherish
isbn: 9781408971451
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‘Medusa,’ she growled. ‘Because I’m petrified every single time she looks at me.’
He laughed then and all his beguiling goldenness and warmth seemed to reach out and brush against her. Her heart surged against her ribcage. Her lungs contracted.
‘If you give me your car keys I’ll go get your bags.’
Without a word, she fished her keys out of her pocket and handed them over. She wasn’t sure she was capable of speech.
When he left, she had to draw in several gulps of air before she could force her mind to work again. Bedroom. That’s right, check out the bedroom.
A short hallway led to two bedrooms directly opposite each other with the bathroom at the end. She peered in at the door on her right, and her jaw dropped. The rest of the apartment maintained a loose French Regency theme but this … This was just plain tacky.
She hated hot pink.
She checked out the bathroom. ‘Pah!’ She walked back to stare at the bedroom. Her worst nightmare, that was what this was. This bedroom, this apartment and the man she had to share it with.
‘Oh, hell, Bella. How many bags did you bring?’ Dominic struggled back into the apartment and dropped her bags to the living-room floor.
‘We’re in Newcastle for two months, remember?’ She gestured to her bedroom. ‘This is … It’s … I …’ She couldn’t find words.
‘Yeah, I know. And I’m not swapping.’
‘Is that supposed to be a bed?’ She motioned to the round concoction smack-bang in the middle of the room, heaped with hot-pink cushions and surrounded by pastel-pink mosquito netting.
‘I guess.’
She swung to his room. Its blankness shocked her: stark walls. Stark furnishings. She glanced back at her room, then his. It didn’t make sense. Overdone, overblown and tacky to cold, clinical and utilitarian? Not that Dominic had added any personal touches either. Her eyes narrowed. The room didn’t even hint at the personality of the man who inhabited it.
Not that she really knew much about his personality, she had to admit, only what the gossips had told her. But she knew enough to know he was a sensualist, like her. They chose to express it in different ways, that was all. He through sex; she through food. Together they could …
Don’t go there! Dominic conquered women the way the Roman Empire had conquered new territory—with a brash ruthlessness and half an eye on new horizons. Bella didn’t want to be conquered. She sure as hell didn’t want to be left for a new horizon.
‘Bella?’
She shook herself and gestured to his bedroom. ‘I don’t like that any better.’
‘You don’t?’
‘It’s awful.’
He pointed to her room. ‘Worse than that?’
‘Just as bad. Why don’t you put some things around?’
‘Like?’
‘I don’t know. Like a colourful quilt or something. Some photos … Anything.’
‘We’re only here for two months.’
Only two months? It stretched out like an eternity for her.
‘I like things neat.’
‘That’s not neat,’ she blurted out. ‘It’s blank!’
She tried to read the expression in his eyes. He couldn’t seriously like that room, could he? She understood his masculine pride baulking at the hot pink, but …
She glanced back at his room. He didn’t live like that normally, did he? At that thought something shifted inside her, but she couldn’t name what it was.
Only, she recognised that blankness. She and her father had felt that blank after her mother had died.
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