A Fortunes Of Texas Christmas. Helen Lacey

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      Robin put a hand to her chest in mock appreciation. “Then I’m flattered...but not interested.”

      “Really?”

      He sounded shocked, and it made Robin laugh. “Really,” she replied. “And right now you should be thinking about your meeting with Kate and not anything...else.”

      He stared at her. “Is this what’s called Texas hospitality?”

      “No,” she said and took another step. “Simply good advice, Mr. Beaudin. Good luck with your interview.”

      Then she turned on her heels, headed down the steps and raced around toward the guesthouse—far away from Amersen Beaudin and his absurdly sexy blue eyes. Hoping that with a little luck, she’d never have to see him again.

      Must. Not. Think. He’s. Sexy.

      Not ever.

      But she did. Which spelled nothing but trouble.

      * * *

      Interview?

      Amersen was still mulling that idea a couple of minutes later as a plump sixtysomething housekeeper invited him inside the big house. He ignored the idea that he’d been thoroughly and emphatically rejected by the nameless garden goddess and crossed the threshold, following the woman down the hall. It was a grand home, with a wide stairway, polished floors and stylish furnishings. The front living room was equally impressive, and it occurred to him that many people would be intimidated by the wealth and opulence. But he wasn’t. Maybe he’d become overused to wealth in the past few years.

      And Kate Fortune was as incredible as he’d expected—she was tall and still striking despite her years, and she regarded him with a kind of high-browed curiosity as he walked through the door and introduced himself. She was standing by the fireplace, looking elegant in a shell pink suit with an ivory silk blouse and a thin row of pearls around her neck. Her hair was neat, her makeup impeccable and her demeanor one of style personified. Yes, Kate Fortune was every bit as imposing as he’d been led to believe. But he wasn’t daunted. Far from it. Amersen was keen to talk to her and hear her out.

      “It was very good of you to come all this way to meet me,” she said, stretching out one long, elegant hand toward him. “I trust you had a comfortable flight?”

      Amersen nodded and shook her hand. “Yes, thank you. Supplying the jet for my trip was very thoughtful of you.”

      She shrugged lightly and then waved a hand. “Would you prefer to converse in French?”

      His curiosity deepened. “You speak French, Ms. Fortune?”

      “Some,” she replied. “And please, call me Kate.”

      He nodded. “I’m happy to speak in English.”

      She smiled a little and motioned for him to take a seat on one of the sofas. “Yes, well, you speak it very well. You studied business at Cambridge for several years, correct?”

      Amersen’s brows rose fractionally as he sat down opposite her. “You’ve done some homework.”

      “Of course,” she said and shrugged lightly. “I like to know who I’m going into business with.”

      “Is that what we’re doing?”

      Her mouth rose in one corner. “Time will tell, I suppose. No doubt you’re curious as to why I asked you to come here.”

      “Yes.”

      She sat back. “You’ve heard of Fortune Cosmetics?”

      “Of course.”

      She nodded approvingly. “It’s no secret that the business is very successful in this country, but I want to extend the reach of our products. To bring something new to the brand. A kind of European flair, for want of a better expression. And I wanted to discuss that idea with you.”

      Amersen frowned. “You do know that I own a nightclub and a winery? I mean to say, I don’t have any connection to the cosmetics business in my country.”

      “I know that,” she replied. “But when it comes to my company, I like to approach opportunities from different angles.”

      Amersen linked his hands together. “I know you founded the company, but I thought that Graham Fortune Robinson was now CEO of Fortune Cosmetics.”

      “He is,” she said. “He took on the role over a year ago, and he’s doing a wonderful job.”

      “But?” Amersen prompted.

      “But Fortune Cosmetics is still my company, and I’m working on several projects at the moment. Including this one.”

      “I’m a project?” he asked, biting back a grin, thinking about the garden nymph and how she’d suggested he was being interviewed and how it actually felt like he was. He was almost tempted to ask Kate who the woman in the garden was. But didn’t. This was the time for business.

      “Potentially,” Kate replied. “I want to promote the brand into Europe, and into France in particular. I would like you to help me do that.”

      Stunned, Amersen straightened his back. “And how would I do that, precisely?”

      “I have a few ideas.”

      “Why me?” he asked bluntly.

      She smiled lightly. “Because I think you know the French. I think you know Europe. I think you know what people want, and without sounding condescending, I believe you can recognize a good business opportunity on a level that’s rarely seen in someone so young.” When he opened his mouth to speak, she raised her hand a little. “Yes, I’ve done my research. I know much about you. I’ve read your blog and I’m familiar with your accomplishments, including your financial success, and I must say, I’m impressed. You have a knack for getting right down into the core of things...and people respond to that. I particularly enjoyed the blog you did recently about society’s almost insatiable appetite for celebrity gossip. And since you’re something of a celebrity yourself, I imagine you were speaking from experience.”

      Amersen shrugged. “In general terms. If you put yourself in the public eye, gossip and innuendo almost happen organically. I have a reputation for writing the truth along with a good dose of cynicism... If I’m prepared to dish it out, I have to be prepared to take it, as well.”

      Kate nodded and laughed softly. “Yes, exactly. You know, you and I are a lot alike, Amersen. We’re both ambitious and driven by the need to have more than just an ordinary life.”

      Amersen stilled, wondering if she was going to mention the family connection—if that was why she believed they shared similar traits. He’d prepared himself for her questions when he’d made the decision to fly to Texas and would certainly tell Kate the truth if she asked.

      “I’ve lived a life that many consider glamorous and entitled,” she went on to say. “A life that many have envied. But I’ve had to work hard for every inch of my success. Much like yourself, СКАЧАТЬ