An Australian Surrender. Maisey Yates

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      “Am I early?” He knew he wasn’t.

      “I …” She looked around for as if searching for something. “I don’t have a clock in here.”

      “What are you working on?”

      She shook her head and tucked a strand of glossy hair behind her ear. “Nothing. Drills. Keeping up my dexterity.”

      “Do you practice every day?”

      “Yes.”

      “I didn’t think you were doing music anymore.”

      She shrugged. “I don’t have anything else to do.”

      He walked over to the piano and ran his fingers over the sleek body. “I don’t have a piano in my penthouse.”

      She frowned slightly. “Do you play?”

      He chuckled. “No.”

      “Then why …” she trailed off, her mouth falling open. “Oh.”

      “You didn’t imagine you would continue to live out here in the country did you? Especially not after we’re married.”

      “I hadn’t really … I hadn’t really thought about it.”

      “I’ll be installing you in a penthouse suite in one of my hotels. All the better to garner the proper attention and establish ourselves as a real couple.”

      She winced over his choice of words. “Right.”

      “Is that a problem?”

      She shook her head. “I’m used to moving around.” Actually, the habit of moving around was so ingrained in her that staying in one place for so long had actually felt wrong in many ways. This past year, stuck out in the weeds all by herself, had been more surreal than a different city every night.

      “I trust you’ll find everything to your satisfaction.”

      Although the idea of running into her seemed extremely appealing.

      “Great.” She bit her lip and looked back at the piano.

      “Do you need it in Manhattan?”

      “I don’t … it’s a pain to move pianos. Hardly worth it.”

      “I’ll buy you a new one and have it moved into the suite.”

      He said it so casually, like the purchase of a piano that would run him six figures meant absolutely nothing. There was a time when it had been the same for her. She’d had an allowance, provided by her mother, with the money from touring, merchandise and album sales, and she’d wanted for nothing.

      There had been so much money then. Money she’d earned. Money that had somehow never been hers.

      “I can’t ask you to do that.”

      “It’s nothing, Noelle. As you mentioned before, I have no shortage of resources at my disposal. You and I are working together and I see no reason why this partnership can’t be beneficial for the both of us.”

      She frowned slightly. “I suppose.”

      Noelle wasn’t certain what to do with such an accommodating offer. That he cared about her need to play the piano seemed strange. Her playing didn’t benefit him. Now, her mother had always made certain there was a piano in every hotel suite they used. She couldn’t skip practice, not for one afternoon. Being on tour was no excuse. She always got her hours in on the piano. It was her job, and she worked at it as faithfully as anyone who went to an office every day.

      Or well beyond that point. It was her only input into the business that was her career. Her mother did the networking. She went to the parties, talked to booking agents, labels and made sure all the needs per her tour rider were in order. It was all about making sure that Noelle Birch—the business—was in order. It was never about her as a person.

      But Ethan just seemed to be concerned with what she wanted, what might make her happy. It was strange. It made her feel warm inside, more even than yesterday’s latte. She liked that even less than his wicked smiles. Because she knew better than to trust those feelings. Than to trust people who acted like they cared.

      “Do you have the prenup?” she asked, stomach suddenly filled with a shivering sensation.

      “Yes.” He reached into his interior suit-jacket pocket and took out a folded stack of papers.

      His fingers brushed against hers as he passed them to her. He was warm, like his office. She unfolded the papers and skimmed them, her heart accelerating when she got to the part about children and custody.

      “But we don’t need …”

      “This is mostly a standard document. As far as even my lawyer is concerned this is a real marriage. My grandfather wanted me to have stability. The kind I lacked growing up, I think. Of course, I’m of the opinion that marriage doesn’t necessarily bring that sort of stability. You can understand why.”

      “Haven’t you tried just explaining to him?”

      “You don’t explain things to my grandfather. There’s no point. He knows everything already. He’s coming from a good place. And I don’t mind following his rules—if only because I have such an easy time bending them,” he grinned.

      She kept on reading the prenup, her eyes widening when she saw the settlement she was entitled to in the event of a divorce. An event that they already had planned.

      “Enough?” he asked.

      She cleared her throat. “I … yes.”

      It was generous. Not enough that she’d never have to work again, but enough to keep her out of abject poverty, and with the full ownership of the manor in addition to the cash settlement it was all more than enough.

      She could sell the manor, get a smaller apartment in town. She’d have enough to buy lattes and eat more than a cup of instant noodles for dinner.

      It was enough that she couldn’t say no. Even if the whole situation made her want to get in the shower and scrub her skin until she could wash away the film it had left on her. Her mother sleeping with his father, hurting his family that way. The idea of marrying just so she could keep her house …

      Okay, so it might seem mercenary marrying for money, but it wasn’t a real marriage. And why shouldn’t she be a little bit mercenary? Everyone in her life had looked out for themselves, they’d used her to make their position in life better. What was wrong with her doing something for herself? And she wasn’t using Ethan, she was helping him. They were helping each other. It was a very good rationalization, anyway.

      “Once we leave here, you aren’t backing out.”

      She shook her head. “I won’t. I can’t.”

      “Just remember, you stand to lose a lot more than I do.”

      “There’s no way I could forget that.” She СКАЧАТЬ