Marriage: For Business or Pleasure?. Nicola Marsh

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      No one around these parts took him seriously as long as he was still connected to it, as long as every time they saw him they saw the rebel farm boy he used to be.

      While the Phant-A-Sea was doing big business, he wanted to expand, diversify, take his business to the next level and to do so he needed investors.

      If he didn’t have the respect and backing of local investors because of his heritage, what hope did he have with the overseas moneymen?

      Throw in the constant rumours about his reputation, labelling him as some Casanova playboy who couldn’t possibly be serious about business while playing the field, and he was facing an uphill battle.

      Not that it daunted him. He’d fought his way to where he was today, had earned an MBA at night while slogging on the farm trying to make a go of it during the days, had worked damn hard to ensure a thriving cane plantation and the biggest, brightest hotel Noosa had seen in years.

      He’d fight now too, would show the investors he wasn’t some cocky upstart who’d lucked into the hotel business.

      Yet the fact he had to part with a piece of his history, a piece of his soul, to prove himself cut deep.

      There had to be something else he could do…

      Suddenly, he sat bolt upright, a ludicrous, crazy, just plain loco idea shimmering at the edge of his consciousness.

      He shoved it away, ignored it.

      It didn’t bear thinking about, wasn’t worth entertaining for one second.

      Yet the more he tried to condemn the idea, the harder it came, gnawing at him, demanding to be recognised as a valid solution to his problem.

      Slamming his silver ballpoint onto the desk, he pushed away and strode to the window, planting his palms on the sill and dropping his head forward until it hit the glass with a dull thud.

       Questo è pazzia.

      Papa had used the phrase often and it now echoed in his head, ‘this is crazy, this is crazy’, making him feel the same way when he’d been caught sneaking a smoke at ten, stealing a kiss from a worker’s wife at twelve and losing his virginity to a farmhand’s sister at fourteen.

      Hell, there’d be no way he’d be contemplating something as crazy as this if Papa were alive. The old man had been his conscience in more ways than one.

      But Papa wasn’t around any more and he owed it to him, to himself, to make the Mancini name one to be reckoned with, to bring recognition for a lifetime’s hard work.

      Contraccambio. Quid pro quo.

      Britt wanted something from him, he wanted something in return.

      But would she go for his proposal?

      A simple business proposition, something she understood only too well if she’d travelled all this way for the sake of a promotion.

      Yet what he had in mind was so…so…

      Brilliant.

      The businessman in him couldn’t fault his proposition, whereas the carefree guy who’d fallen for a red-headed vixen the second he’d first laid eyes on her all those years ago knew that executing his plan wouldn’t be simple at all.

      Chapter Three

      BRITTANY gritted her teeth and rapped at Nick’s door.

      She’d been summoned.

      Of all the nerve…if her promotion weren’t so important she would’ve told him exactly where he could shove his summons.

      But the promotion was all that mattered, why she was here, determined to keep a smile on her face and a lid on her curiosity no matter how much she wanted to know how Nick the bad boy had become Nick the billionaire.

      The way he’d toyed with her, had dropped the information he was now a hotelier, rankled too, as if it had been one big game to him.

      Well, screw him. And his four world-class hotels.

      At least she’d come to this meeting prepared. After he’d dropped his little bombshell in the hotel bar she’d hightailed it back to her room and done a quick Internet search on the Phant-A-Sea chain.

      What she’d discovered had blown her away.

      Nick’s hotels were luxury all the way, five-star elegance and beyond. Their breathtaking bedrooms were a signature feature, but all the reviews out there agreed that these classy hotels delivered on their promise—they were a fantasy experience all the way.

      She’d been intrigued by the mention of a Caesar room, a Casino Royale room and a Cinderella room, wishing there were pictures to go with the tempting descriptions.

      Then again, if she played her cards right, maybe she’d get a first hand look at some of the rooms?

      The thought of stepping inside the Jungle Safari room with Nick acting as tour guide brought a scorching blush to her cheeks and she pressed her hands against them, desperately trying to cool them before he opened the door and caught her on the back foot again.

      The door swung open and she immediately squared her shoulders, ready for battle.

      She’d left home at eighteen, travelled to the other side of the world, lived in a strange city and made a success of her life without using a penny of her father’s money.

      Making this deal happen with Nick should be a walk in Hyde Park, regardless of the games he seemed determined to play.

      ‘Right on time.’

      He stepped aside and gestured her into the room, a huge suite converted into an office, complete with monstrous mahogany desk, leather director’s chair and a matching black leather lounge suite designed to make whoever set foot in the giant room at home.

      She ignored the comfy-looking sofa and settled for the solitary chair opposite his desk, her back ramrod straight. She wasn’t here to get cosy and comfortable, she was here to seal this deal.

      Clasping her hands in her lap, she fixed him with a businesslike stare.

      ‘Let’s get down to it, shall we? You know what I want. You’ve had time to study the figures in my presentation. What’s your answer?’

      To her chagrin he grinned, a wide, self-assured grin of a fat cat toying with a baby mouse.

      ‘It’s killing you, isn’t it?’

      In an instant she knew what he was referring to. He used to tease her about being a nosy busybody all the time, so he’d know how much his bombshell was burning her up with curiosity.

      As if she’d give him the satisfaction of knowing it.

      Keeping her expression carefully blank, she shrugged. ‘You’re not the only one who’s changed. What you’ve done in the last ten years, why you chose not to tell me the truth out at the СКАЧАТЬ