Boardroom To Bedroom. Кэрол Мортимер

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      CHAPTER ONE

      “I DANCE AND men pay money to watch.” April Benoit glared at her sister, her expression tight in the growing darkness, her voice tense. “What right do you have to hassle me over this? You, of all people?”

      Standing in the living room of her Houston town house, Elizabeth Benoit met April’s angry stare. Their eyes were so similar it was like looking into a mirror. But beyond the physical resemblances, nothing else about them was the same—from the way they thought to the way they dressed. It’d been different in the past; they’d been so connected, they could finish each other’s sentences. Now they were opposites, and Elizabeth often wondered how they could even be sisters, much less identical twins. She spoke quietly, her demeanor calmer than she felt.

      “I have that right because I love you and I only want what’s best for you.”

      “Well, what’s best for me is eating! And if I don’t work, I don’t eat.” April’s beautiful eyes narrowed. “As I recall, there was a time when you depended on me for that, as well, or have you forgotten?”

      “I haven’t for—”

      “Good! Then leave me alone and let me make a living the way I want to.”

      Elizabeth said patiently, “There are a lot of ways to make money, April. Dancing isn’t—”

      April cut her off. “Gosh, you mean I could be a brain surgeon? All these years, I could have been operating on people and making a bundle, instead of taking my clothes off?” She made a sound of disgust. “Get real, Elizabeth! I wasn’t lucky enough to finish school like you.”

      “Luck had nothing to do with it. It was hard work, okay? You could have done it, too.” Elizabeth shook her head, exasperation finally edging its way inside her at the turn the conversation was taking. “You could go back to school right now, for God’s sake. There’s plenty of time. You’re still young.”

      “Young! Yeah, right.” April rolled her eyes. “Twenty-eight isn’t old?”

      “Only dancers think that’s old, but it’s not. And even if it was, it’s never too late for a new start.”

      April rose abruptly from the sofa where she’d been sitting and crossed to the window. Her back to Elizabeth, she stared out at the street. It was another hot Texas evening. The summer sun had just fallen below the horizon, but streaks of red and orange still colored the sky.

      “You don’t understand,” she said plaintively. “You just don’t understand.”

      At her sister’s tone, Elizabeth’s irritation СКАЧАТЬ