His Diamond of Convenience
His Diamond of Convenience
Maisey Yates
Dmitri Markin meets his match!Twelve years ago Victoria Calder made a mistake that cost her father his business. Now finally she has a chance to atone. And if that means going toe-to-toe with the arresting Dmitri Markin shes prepared to step into the ringand put his on her finger!Dmitriex-martial arts fighter, present-day pleasure seekeris a man who likes to win. The beautiful Ms Calder might have initially shocked him with her proposition, but theres more than one advantage to the deal shes proposing If this dedicated bachelor is going to surrender to marriage it certainly wont be in name only!Praise for Maisey YatesSheikhs Desert Duty The Chatsfield, 4.5* RT Book ReviewYates romance has all the bells and whistles: beautifully opulent sand-scapes and deadly desert dangers, and a haunted, penitent royal hero and determined, wrong-side-of-the-tracks heroine who may seem ill-fated but are a perfect fit.To Defy A Sheikh, 4.5* RT Book Review TOP PICKYates desert tale is metaphoric magic, ripe with iconic costumes and sand-scapes. But its her handsome hero and vengeful heroine that rule every page in this murder-to-merger page-turner. Brava!One Night to Risk it All 4.5* RT Book ReviewThe story features humorous and passionate banter between a seemingly devious, yet noble hero and a hiding-behind-a-fa?ade heroine. The lovemaking is combustible, and the luxury-laden backdrops add to the tale.
If what Ive heard is true, you want to launch this charity for children. But no one trusts you to be involved inanythingconcerning children. Because, lets face it, who would haveyouspearheading a charity forchildren? You are, by all accounts, cantankerous, ill-tempered, foul-mouthed and hot-headed. Did I miss anything?
Dmitri took a step toward her and took a great amount of satisfaction in watching her shrink a bit. Yes. Im also something of a womaniser. That doesnt help my cause. I mean, what with all the rumors flying around about how I meet a woman, take her to dinner and have her naked, between my sheets and screaming my name in only a couple of hours
Victoria held up a hand, clearly irritated with the line of dialogue. I could solve your problems, she said, twisting the subject expertly.
By marrying me?
I wouldnt actually have to marry you. I would simply need to hang on your arm for a while, then wear your ring for a while after that. Long enough to get things going.
You have thought this through. And she had ambushed him, with no warning at all. A smart woman. Were she a burly man and not a fine-boned female she might have made an excellent fighter.
A worthy opponent.
But if Victoria wanted to beard the lion in his den she would have to accept the consequences.
MAISEY YATES is the USA TODAY bestselling author of more than thirty romance novels. She has a coffee habit she has no interest in kicking, and a slight Pinterest addiction. She lives with her husband and children in the Pacific Northwest. When Maisey isnt writing she can be found singing in the grocery store, shopping for shoes online, and probably not doing dishes. Check out her website: www.maiseyyates.com (http://www.maiseyyates.com)
His Diamond of Convenience
Maisey Yates
www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)
For Pippa,
because youve loved Victoria since she first appeared. Thank you for all of your support, now and always.
Contents
Cover (#u6dc4e956-83dd-5a21-a7f9-f3c24bcad252)
Introduction (#u14ab772c-2a1e-5db0-809b-70419c460644)
About the Author (#uf331406a-063e-5f28-9a47-29334d8962ac)
Title Page (#u0c9584aa-feac-5075-96d6-a66a799ee18d)
Dedication (#u0b06bc93-e655-5222-b0a4-5cb92ccf8f22)
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER FOUR
CHAPTER FIVE
CHAPTER SIX
CHAPTER SEVEN
CHAPTER EIGHT
CHAPTER NINE
CHAPTER TEN
CHAPTER ELEVEN
CHAPTER TWELVE
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Extract (#litres_trial_promo)
Copyright (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER ONE (#u4a7d9962-27b5-52e8-9ee2-96b7ab84c026)
VICTORIA INTENSELY DISLIKED places like this. Gyms with boxing rings, hanging punching bags and various other accoutrements. The lighting was dim, casting everything in a dull shadow. It was probably for the best, all things considered, else it might reveal the stains from dirt, blood and whatever else that undoubtedly lingered on the canvas. The air smelled of sweat, of testosterone. And she could truly think of nothing less appealing.
The entire place, and all of its inhabitants, needed to be hosed down.
If it wasnt absolutely necessary she find Dmitri Markin, she would never have stepped foot in here.
She ran her hand over her hair, checking to see that everything was still in place, then walked forward, her high heels loud on the concrete floor as she strode through the workout area, studiously ignoring the male gazes that were following her progress through the room.
These were not the male gazes she was looking for. And therefore, she was uninterested.
Oily muscles did nothing for her. Thank you very much.
Not unless she needed a heavy box lifted. Then oily muscles could certainly serve a purpose, but not aesthetically. Not in her world.
One of the men she walked past whistled and she felt her muscles tense, starting at the base of her skull and spreading downward, her shoulders bunching up as the tension bled outward.
She didnt give the man the satisfaction of pausing, neither did she look at him. Rather, she ratcheted her chin up a notch and forged ahead, tightening her hold on her purse and keeping her strides even.
Over the years she had become something of a challenge to men. They knew she had a reputation for keeping herself separate, for keeping herself distant. And that made her a temptation, apparently, which was just one more reason she had to disdain the gender. Which was potentially unfair of her, but she didnt care.
In the interest of maintaining the family peace and getting back in her fathers good books, she had at one time entertained the idea of making a suitable marriage. And in her mind, and the mind of her father, a suitable marriage meant marriage to royalty. Yet it had failed spectacularly. Because when she had managed to secure herself a royal fianc, he had gone on to fall in love with their matchmaker.
Which had put her back at square one. Focusing on her charities and on raising her familys profile in the media.
Until she had found out that Dmitri Markin had something she wanted. And that he wanted something she had.
Now she had a whole new plan for fixing the pain she caused her family. And it would be a whole lot better than marrying a prince. Assuming she could accomplish it. And she would. Because she didnt fail. Not anymore.
She had the chance to atone for past sins. Shed spotted this open door, so she was walking through it.
Right at the moment she was thinking of metaphorical doors, she walked through a literal door and into the back of the gym. This was a private training room, so she had been told when she had inquired about Dmitris haunts. And just as she had been informed, by the curvaceous redhead she had met at a party earlier in the week, Dmitri was here, grappling with another man.
They were both shirtless, in black pants, fighting as if their lives depended on it. She sniffed. Silly. Their lives certainly did not depend on it.
Men.
She recognized Dmitri immediately. He was larger than his opponent, well muscled and sporting an armful of ink. She didnt know what the symbols were, or what they represented; she only knew that, were the tabloids to be believed, they were the sort of thing that caused a lot of women to swoon.
Not her. She was not given to swooning.
To her, they were merely beneficial because they helped her to identify her target sooner.
She stopped walking, crossing her arms beneath her breasts and cocking her hip to the right. Dmitri Markin?
He wrapped his arms around his partners waist, bent and flipped the other man over his shoulder, letting him land flat on his back on the mats. Then Dmitri straightened and turned to face her, hands on his lean hips, his chest pitching with the effort of his breathing. Sweat rolled down his skin, skating over his ab muscles and drawing her eye toward the waistband of his shorts. Toward the line of hair that continued down farther beneath the fabric.
Heat assaulted her and she redirected her gaze quickly. And that didnt help at all, because as distracting as his body was, well, his face wasnt any better.
A ripple of unease went through her. Photographs hadnt prepared her for the sheer magnetism he presented. An element she hadnt accounted for.
The realization made her stomach squeeze tight, apprehension winding through her. She was momentarily shocked, turned to stone, by the man standing before her.
Considering what hed done for a living it wouldnt be outside the norm for his face to be a living record of every punch hed taken. A time line of his years spent in the ring. But no. He didnt have the decency to be deformed. His dark hair was rumpled in a near-stylish manner, dark eyes glimmering with humor. His nose had a bump in it, likely from being broken, and it only made him look...rakish, not disfigured. How annoying. Then there was the deep groove in his upper lip, likely a badly healed split, so that his mouth gave the impression he was always sneering slightly, even when he was smiling. That was rakish, too.
A shiver ran through her and she fought to keep from showing the evidence of it on her face. She needed to secure this deal. So that the rift between her and her father could be stitched back together. So that she could finally move on with her life.
She couldnt afford to be distracted. Not when she was so close.
Damn the man. Was there nowhere she could look? She let her eyes drift back to his chest, and she felt her cheeks get warmer. She had no idea what was going on with her, why for an instant she had felt frozen. Why she was unable to tear her eyes away from his body.
Perhaps it was simple appreciation at the weapon he clearly was. His past was no secret; everyone was well aware of his work as a mixed martial arts fighter. And even though it had been nearly a decade since hed set foot into a ring, he was obviously still keeping himself honed.
So yes, it had something to do with all of that. And she was moving on.
I am he. He took his hands from his hips and rolled his shoulders backward, thrusting his chest forward as he stretched his muscles, the shift and bunch of the lines on his body capturing her attention yet again. These were the very glistening muscles she had just been disavowing and dismissing, claiming they could not be aesthetically pleasing. At the moment she had to admit there was some aesthetic appeal.
Though, it wasnt in the way women typically admired men. No. Not in the least. This was artistic admiration. She had an eye for clean lines, good design. Dmitri was like fine architecture.
She cleared her throat. My name is Victoria. Victoria Calder.
I do not recall hearing your name before. I dont think we have an appointment. His every word was just slightly flat, still colored by a hint of Russian accent, though it was faded after long years of living in the UK. Unless, he said, a slow smile crossing his lips, you are looking for a chance to challenge me on the mats.
She gripped the strap of her purse tighter. Thats quite funny. Do you often have women coming to challenge you on the mats?
The smile broadened, turned wicked, and her stomach turned over, twisted. She gritted her teeth and fought to maintain her composure. More often than you might think.
She cleared her throat. Excellent. Charming. That is, however, not why Im here.
Well, if it is legitimate business, an appointment is typically made. He looked her over, his gaze leaving a trail of heat behind. She tried to get her focus back. Tried to recite her plan in her head. Envision her goal. She could not be deterred. There is a certain type of woman who shows up unannounced. If you have legitimate business I suggest you call my secretary and make an appointment. Otherwise, take off your dress.
She ignored the rough command. She also ignored the rush of heat that came along with it. He was expecting her to get all flustered. She was certain. And she would not give him the satisfaction. At least, she wouldnt show it, but the wild thumping of her heart made her think flustered was exactly what she was whether she wanted to be or not.
She swallowed hard and met his eyes. Ill keep the dress on, thanks. Shall we adjourn to a more comfortable setting?
I am perfectly comfortable. And I was not expecting to have a meeting. Therefore, I will stay here.
The man he had been fighting had risen to his feet now and was standing there looking at the two of them. Then perhaps you might ask him to leave, Victoria said.
Because youre going to take the dress off?
She cleared her throat, schooling her expression into one of disdain, ignoring the prickling feeling on the back of her neck. Sadly for you, no. You can let go of that fantasy quickly. The dress isnt coming off until I get home and step into a nice warm bath, which, after the harassment Ive endured today, is well deserved. Im staying dressed. And we need to have a discussion.
It sounds like I might be in trouble. But I have never slept with you, so I dont see why I should be. I have not caused you any trouble. Yet.
She gritted her teeth. He was really pulling out all the stops. Fortunately it was nothing she hadnt dealt with before. Typically the man wasnt shirtless. Typically he was not quite so good-looking. But neither of those things mattered, not to her. Either he goes or I go, she said, keeping her tone bored. And I have a feeling you want to hear what I have to say.
Dmitri cocked his head to the side, a small smile curving one side of his mouth. Nigel, leave us for moment. The other man nodded and walked out. Then Dmitri turned his focus to her. Speak.
She readjusted her hold on her bag, her palms feeling sweaty now. I am not a dog, nor indeed am I any type of pet. Rephrase.
He chuckled, a dark sound that poured over her like melting honey. That made her shiver. Okay, why dont you tell me what you came here to tell me so that I can go take my shower?
Her patience was wearing thin. She was still standing in the sweaty gym and, frankly, his bare chest was having more of an effect on her than she would like. Was making her feel as if there was a gaping hole in her plan. All of that was conspiring to put her in a very cranky mood. And that was the only thing that could account for the words that came out of her mouth next.
All right, Mr. Markin. I just came here to ask you a question. Will you marry me?
* * *
Dmitri looked at the powerhouse blonde standing in front of him. She was pale, with slim curves, long, lean legs and an expression that could make a lesser man wilt where he stood. And if the look of her didnt accomplish it, that crisp English accent, so posh it made a man feel as if he ought to put on a tie before he could speak to her, would.
He, however, was not a lesser man and was therefore not wilting. Not in the least. And he wasnt putting on a damned tie.
Sorry, you might have had better luck with the proposal if you had taken the dress off.
Cheap thrills are your thing, then? she asked, arching a finely shaped brow.
He crossed his arms over his chest. Yeah. I like a cheap thrill. Though, these days I can afford an expensive thrill, too. But honestly, why not just embrace every thrill available? He looked her over again, taking in every curved line, every enticingly female part of her. I would have picked you for an expensive thrill. But as youve price checked yourself...
Youll find me short on thrills, Mr. Markin, she said, her voice biting. Unless what I have to offer you is a thrilland do not get too excited. It has nothing to do with bare skin.
Marriage usually does have something to do with bare skin. It is the only reason I can see anyone would enter into the union. Though, Ive found my share outside of it.
Which could be part of why youre having such a hard time finding support for your charity.
The back of his neck prickled. How did you know about that?
The charity he was working on establishing in Colvins name was not common knowledge. Yes, hed approached a few people about it, but hed told those people to be discreet. The reactions had all been the same, too.
He would need support. Because a man with a reputation for driving too fast, sleeping with too many women, a man who had earned his fortune in the ring...would have his efforts met with cynicism.
And he could not afford to have a negative reaction. Colvin was dead. There would be no paying him back in this life. But he could show the world what the other man had done for him. Offer choices to children who were in the position he had once been in.
Choices he had never had. Control that had been wrenched from him on a cold day in Moscow.
I always have an ear to the ground, Victoria said, plus, I have sat on the board for a great many charities over the years and have quite a few connections. I use those connections to my advantage.
How does supporting a kids charity benefit you?
She blinked wide blue eyes slowly. What do you mean? Im only thinking of the children.
He swore crudely in Russian and laughed. Right. Im sure you are.
I take it you dont believe me?
Do I believe the Ice Princess is thinking of the children? No. You would have to emanate some warmth before I would believe that.
She let out an exasperated sigh. Sorry. Too busy to emanate today Im afraid. Perhaps another time. However, I assure you I approach my charity work with complete dedication. But I save my passion for my work, so none for you, Im afraid. Now, about my proposal...
Why did you propose?
She lifted a brow. It was love at first sight?
No.
She leveled her gaze, meeting his, her eyes alight with determination. I want London Diva back.
He frowned at the mention of one of his holdings. Excuse me?
London Diva. I want the company signed back over to my family.
Calder, he said, repeating her name. Of course he hadnt made the immediate connection. Hed bought the chain of high-end retail stores out from under Nathan Barrett a few years back, but he knew it had been founded by Geoffrey Calder some thirty years earlier. Youre Geoffrey Calders... Well, you cant be his wife because you just proposed to me. His daughter?
Very good guess. A correct guess.
So, you walk in and propose marriage, then demand a portion of my business. And what will you do for me in return?
You may have seen some of my charity work in the media. They speak quite highly of me. Some outlets have made comparisons with Mother Teresa, though I think thats selling her a bit short. It isnt as if Ive given up all of my worldly possessions, she said, flashing her expensive-looking handbag. But, though Im not a paragon, I am, compared to you. And I have something you want. Something you seem incapable of buying.
He waved a hand. Foolish woman. I have yet to find anything I cant buy.
Except a better reputation. The expression on her face was almost comically angelic. He imagined she would look innocent of a crime just as she was about to cut a mans throat.
He liked that.
But what he didnt like was the fact that she had his balls in a vise. And was tightening it slowly. His reputation as a businessman was flawless. His reputation as a human being had some issues. And why do you suppose I need to improve my reputation?
Because if what Ive heard is true, you want to launch this charity for children. Gyms offering free and reduced-rate lessons in martial arts and other physical fitness activities for children in high risk situations. But no one trusts you to be involved in anything concerning children. Because lets face it, who would have you spearheading a charity for children. You are, by all accounts, cantankerous, ill-tempered, foulmouthed and hotheaded. Did I miss anything?
He took a step toward her and took a great amount of satisfaction in watching her shrink a bit. Yes. Im also something of a womanizer. That doesnt help my cause. I mean, what with all the rumors flying around about how I meet a woman, take her to dinner and have her naked, between my sheets and screaming my name in only a couple of hours
She held up a hand, clearly irritated with the line of dialogue. Good. Thats only the tip of the iceberg, though, isnt it? Drunk driving. Fraternizing with married women. Many of whom are mothers. You certainly dont have a history of caring if you tear families apart.
Dmitri bristled at her blatant reference to his most recent scandal. Lavinia left out some critical information when I took her to bed.
That she was married?
Oh, hell no. I dont care about that. Im not the one who made vows. But I did not know she had children.
In many ways, he preferred conducting his affairs with women who had other attachments. It allowed him as much detachment as he wanted. Which was essential. He didnt have relationships, he had sex.
He didnt sleep with his lovers. That required trust, and he didnt trust the women he had affairs with.
But that was because he didnt trust anyone.
Victoria made a disgusted sound in the back of her throat. Yes. Well. In that case youre practically a saint, arent you?
The patron saint of vodka and orgasms, maybe.
Color flooded Victorias cheeks. Odd. Ive never seen you depicted on the stained glass at mass.
Something to do with my excommunication Im sure, he said drily.
I could solve your problems, she said, twisting the subject expertly.
By marrying me?
She chuckled, the sound like a fork on crystal. Dont be stupid. I wouldnt actually have to marry you. I would simply need to hang on your arm for a while, then wear your ring for a while after that. Long enough to get things going.
You have thought this through. And she had ambushed him with no warning at all. A smart woman. Were she a burly man and not a fine-boned female she might have made an excellent fighter.
A worthy opponent.
But she was not a fighter, and not his opponent. And was, in this moment, mainly irritating.
Of course I have. I was hardly going to storm in here without a plan, she said, her tone dripping with disdain.
Just for that, he would make her pay. He was not beneath her. Her or anyone else. And he would not allow her to speak to him as if he was.
Well, sadly for you, you dont know my schedule all that well. I have somewhere to be soon, and that means I need to go back to my place, shower and change.
Well...where is that?
Happily for you, just upstairs. He had a set of apartments above the gym, an odd choice, he knew. This gym wasnt in the trendy part of town, but it was where hed got his start when hed come from Russia to London and it held sentimental value to him.
Even more now that Colvin was dead. The loss of his mentor was a heavy weight around his neck, and being here made him feel...well, like the old man wasnt entirely gone.
Fanciful garbage he wasnt normally given to, but he hadnt been able to let go of this place.
Colvin had given him choices again. Colvin had given himnot his old life backbut a new life. One that consisted of more than grubby bars, threadbare blankets and foam mattresses on cement floors. One that consisted of more than taking blow after blow, washing the blood off in a dirty bathroom in the back of an underground club and going back for more...
Choice was what Colvin had given him. It was what Dmitri wanted to give to the children who would benefit from the charity.
It was what Victoria Calder was slowly tightening her grasp on, and tugging away from him, as she laid out a finely honed argument that showed him two options. Her, or failure. Dishonor or death.
Much like being back on the streets of Moscow.
It made anger fire straight through his blood, a wall of flame that heated him from the inside out. But he would never let her see that.
He knew better than to expose his weaknesses to his opponent.
You want me to come upstairs while you shower? she asked, obviously incredulous. Good.
Unless its a problem.
She sputtered and shook her head. Oh no. No. Why would it be a problem? Of course it isnt a problem. You just...lead the way, then. She waved a manicured hand and he fought the urge to do something shocking. Grab it. Tug her to him. Wrap an arm around her waist and hold her against him. Prove he wasnt some lackey she could come in and order around.
Because no one had informed Victoria Calder that not everyone leaped to attention at the sound of her crisp accent. He, however, would not. And she would learn quickly.
But damn her for finding a weak point. He was not given to emotional connections. He had one. And she had found it.
Right this way, then, he said, not bothering to look at her as he forged through the workout room and to a door that was nearly hidden in the back. He entered in his code on the keypad on the door and he heard the lock give, then he jerked the door open, holding it. After you, Ms. Calder.
She shot him a look he was certain was intended to be deadly, but he continued on anyway.
You will find I am not wounded by icy glares, Ms. Calder, he said.
Her back stiffened and she stopped midstride.
I am not trying to wound you, she said. That runs counter to my objective.
Of marrying me. Yes. It would not do for you to become a widow before we get a chance to start our new, charitable life together.
She sniffed audibly. Indeed. She started walking again, her high heels clicking on the hard floor.
He forced a chuckle and followed her up the stairs, his eyes pinned to her shapely ass. For now, he wouldnt focus on the feeling of entrapment that was winding itself around his throat. He would focus on her skirt. That pencil skirt she was wearing was a gift. Hed rarely appreciated what well-cut, high-class clothes could do when fitted just right to a womans curves. He typically aimed for obvious targets, not hidden gems like this one.
Right now he was rethinking that.
Then she paused and turned to him again, one pale brow arched, and he immediately remembered why, in spite of how lovely their asses looked in pencil skirts, he didnt go for women like her.
He liked a good time. He liked a simple time.
Work was hard. Life was hard. Sex, in his opinion, should be easy.
And nothing about Victoria Calder said easy.
Did you have something else to say, Ms. Calder? he asked.
She pinched her lips together. No. Then she turned and continued on up the stairs.
She stopped in front of the closed door at the top of the staircase, her hands clasped in front of her, fingers curled around the strap of the bag she seemed so proud of.
He positioned himself behind her very purposefully and leaned in, reaching past her to the keypad on the wall, entering a different code from the one he had put in outside. He could feel her indrawn breath, could see the way that it caused her shoulders to rise, then stiffen. He felt a smile curve his lips as he lingered, his fingers still hovering over the buttons after he had finished entering the code, taking a pause before he opened the door.
He didnt like being surprised. He liked even less the thought that this woman might think she could come into his facility and start issuing demands. He was not a dog waiting to be brought to heel, and she would realize that soon enough.
The power was his. Even if he was intrigued by the idea of making use of her and her offer, it did not mean that she had the upper hand. She had already revealed that she had more at stake than he did, and he was prepared to use that against her.
Because no matter that Dmitri Markin had long ago left the ring, he was a fighter. And everyone who entered his territory was an opponent as far as he was concerned. Victoria was no different. He would not hesitate to find her weaknesses so that in future, if need be, he could exploit them.
After you, he said, keeping his hand firmly braced on the door, holding it open.
Victoria didnt look at him; rather she walked straight ahead and into the room. She was an icy creature, and prideful. It intrigued him. It also provided him with a weakness. She prized her controlthat much was clear. It was connected to her pridethat much was also clear. And now he had found her pressure point.
He walked in the room after her, closing the door behind him. It was a sparse room, but much more upscale than one typically anticipated after seeing the gym below. Hed had it remodeled a year or so ago as a place where he could go and be free from the press. Free from any ex-flames. Free of any expectation. That was what the gym had always been for him.
No one bothered him here. At least until Victoria Calder had showed up.
Victoria continued more deeply into the room, her high heels clicking on the high-gloss black tile. She was looking around, likely thinking the same thing hed been observing. That this room was not what one would expect upon entry to the gym. Clean lines, modern furniture, black, white and stainless steel everywhere. No windows. He was buried too deeply within the gym. And he found he liked it that way. A way to truly be cut off from the outside world, something hed lacked in his teenage years.
He pushed open the bathroom door. Ill only be a few minutes. He walked inside and stripped off his clothes, not bothering to close the door behind him as he moved to turn the shower on.
If Victoria wanted to beard the lion in his den, she would have to accept the consequences.
CHAPTER TWO (#u4a7d9962-27b5-52e8-9ee2-96b7ab84c026)
HE HADNT CLOSED the door. Victoria stood in the middle of Dmitris spotless, ultramodern apartment, still holding on to her purse as if it was a lifeline, not quite certain of what to do next.
She could hear the water running, assumed that he was now in the shower.
And he had not closed the door.
He was naked. Wet.
It was inappropriate.
And very likely, all a part of him trying to get the upper hand. His behavior absolutely reeked of that. And she was determined that she wouldnt let it work. She did not respond to intimidation tactics. No matter what form they took. There was no doubt in her mind that this was, in fact, an attempt at intimidating her. Too bad for him it wouldnt work. A little bit of wobble in her knees wasnt going to put her off.
But while she might not be intimidated, she was a little bit uncomfortable. Because her mind kept going back to naked and wet. Which was unusual. More than unusual, it was almost unheard of. Shed been cured of base lust very early on. Once shed realized how it could be used to manipulate, it had lost its luster.
She let out a heavy breath, feeling exasperated at the turn this had taken. Not that she had expected him to accept her proposal on sight. But she hadnt expected all this, either.
She was determined to play it cool, determined that she would not allow him to put her on her back foot.
And just as she had made the resolution firm, it broke apart like a sand castle being hit by a wave. Because just then Dmitri reappeared, water droplets rolling down his chest, a towel wrapped around his hips. If she had been paying attention and not been so busy gathering her determination, she might have realized that hed turned the water off. But she hadnt. And he had. And he had managed to surprise her again. Of course, she wouldnt let him see that.
She swallowed hard, her throat parched. Which was odd since he was...wet.
Do you own a shirt, Mr. Markin? She looked him up and down, doing her best to keep her expression disinterested. Because I have yet see evidence of it.
I do, but I dont always see occasion to wear one. Does it bother you?
Not at all. I was merely concerned. You are a billionaire, so obviously I assumed that you were more than able to cover the expenses in your life. But if not, Im happy to take up a collection. Charity is after all my area of expertise.
He chuckled, the sound dark and rich, and far more off-putting than she would like to admit. Your concern is very touching. However, you should not worry yourself with my clothing needs, as I find they are adequately met. But you do seem to know one thing I am in want of, and that is a better public image. I am wondering who your sources are.
Victoria tapped her chin. A lady never tells. Anyway, dont worry too much about it. Your part in this will be minimal, all told. As I said, we wont even really have to get married.
I only need to buy you a ring, is that it?
She arched a brow. If the implication is that I might be doing this to get a piece of jewelry out of you, then allow me to inform you that youre very wrong. I have my own money, Mr. Markin, and Im not in need of yours. I could buy my own damned ring. She said the words crisply, knowing that she was betraying her annoyance.
After the loss of London Diva her father had withdrawn his supportboth emotionally and financially. Her mother had left so long ago Victoria could barely remember her, but it hadnt mattered because shed had her father. Shed been the center of his world. And then...it was as though a veil had been torn from his eyes and hed seen her, not as his princess, but as a flawed, craven creature, who wasnt even related to the little girl hed once cherished.
Oh, he hadnt stopped speaking to her. Hadnt thrown her out of the house, or openly shamed her. But the disapproval that always hung in the air was palpable.
So, shed learned to be independent.
She had access to her trust fund. Shed made her own investments with it, paid back the fund and now proudly lived predominantly with her own money.
The break from her family had been what prompted her to get involved in charity work. Initially as an outward show of some sort of virtue, but in the end, it had come to mean a lot more to her than that.
It had taught her the value of independence. Of hard work. It was the one place she could see positive change coming out of her actions. A positive change that helped others. A much-needed outlet when, at home, she was still paying for mistakes of the past.
Not for much longer.
You want your family business back. I dont see any point in skirting around the real reason youre here.
Yes, nothing more complicated than that. Nothing more nefarious than that. Its such a small portion of your empire I fail to see why it would be of concern to you. I want my birthright, my inheritance.
He said nothing, his dark eyes fixed on her as though he was waiting for more. So she obliged him. Like I said, a straightforward transaction. My familys company is returned to me at the end of our agreement, and I will do everything in my power to ensure that your reputation is solid. With me helping in the establishment of your charity you should have benefactors throwing money at you from all corners of the earth. I guarantee you that my presence in your life will improve your standing in the media.
You are quite confident in yourself.
Victoria tried her best to keep her eyes on his...and not on his chest. I see no point in failing to acknowledge your strengths. I know mine. Shallow, some might call them, or unimportant. But I see them for what they are. I have spent much of my life learning to be a savvy investor, and also donating my time to worthy causes. My reputation is flawless. She hesitated. I was very nearly engaged to a prince about three years ago. So that does make for interesting commentary on my past. However, if there was any dirt to be discovered about me, it would have been discovered then. Around the time I was with Stavros the media became quite interested in me, and since there were no scandals then...
There wont be one now. Unless... Why did your engagement with the prince fail? It was his turn to smile. Or did he have a similar deal to me?
Nothing like that. I intended to marry Stavros. Sadly, he fell in love with someone else. And I wished him the best when it happened. I made not a ripple in the waves of the media when things ended between us. I was nothing but gracious.
He crossed his arms over his broad chest, the muscles in his forearms flexing, distracting her yet again. Her eyes followed the dark lines of the tattoos that were inked into his skin, and to the leather band that was tied around his wrist. He was so very different than the kind of men she typically interacted with. Different and fascinating.
Yes, you do come over as very gracious.
She nodded in agreement, even though she knew he was being sarcastic.
He uncrossed his arms and waved a hand, beginning to pace around the room. And she was very worried for the precarious position of the towel, riding so low on his hips. Okay, maybe worried wasnt the appropriate word. Concerned? Fascinated. No, she should not be fascinated. She knew better than to be fascinated by men.
How long do you think this will take? he asked.
She blinked, almost unable to believe that he sounded interested. Well need to put in several appearances together. We will need to organize a few galas, where we will collect pledges and let the public know about what you hope to accomplish. We will need to make contact with the appropriate people in high society, and if not in high society per se, those who are part of the one percent. That takes time. In all actuality Im imagining we will need somewhere around three months to accomplish all of this.
A month is a more acceptable time frame.
Victoria tried to imagine planning something on the scale she was picturing in only thirty days. Obviously the man hadnt planned many parties. Yes, but sometimes no matter how liberally you throw money at things time is still a factor. Its unforgiving, really.
Youve got that right. Time really is quite unforgiving.
Ironic to hear him say that, since time had clearly been good to him. In his thirties, Dmitri was in peak physical condition, and for a man who had lived the kind of life that he had, he was strikingly devoid of scars.
I cant promise it will be a success, she said, pressing on. You know I have to allow for variables. Im not entirely certain what all your past entails, and that might hinder both of us.
I do not expect a guaranteewhat I expect is effort.
She shrugged, feigning a casualness she did not feel at all. As long as you understand that while I can make a silk purse out of a sows ear I will have a harder time making one out of a horses ass.
He laughed again, his dark chuckle filling the space. You are amusingI will grant you that.
I am gleeful at the thought of being a source of your amusement. She was not gleeful, not by half. Her heart was racing, the thrill of possible victory pouring through her. Yes, this must be what it was like to be an opponent on the mats. No, she had not defeated him with her fists, but persuading someone using only her tongue was much more satisfying. Anyway, I promise I will keep my cleverness under control when were in public venues.
Dont. I hardly think the press would be impressed by my engagement to a simpering, unclever female. Moreover, I doubt they would believe it. I like a fight. I like a fight in the ring, I like a fight in the boardroom. And I very much like a fight in the bedroom.
His words sent a flash of heat through her. And they echoed what she had just been thinking moments ago, minus the commentary about the bedroom, so closely in fact she feared for a second he might be a mind reader. Which would be bad indeed, since she had spent an undue amount of time pondering his muscles.
And what kind of woman do you suppose the press might expect you to be with?
He began to pace again. When I choose opponents in the ring I choose them because I know theyre going to give me a good match. I like someone who is clever, strong and fast. I like someone who will make me believe I might lose, if only for a moment. I like a challenge, he said, his voice rough, sending a shiver through her. So just be yourself. That should be enough.
In spite of herself, Victoria felt strangely complimented. But she wouldnt let him see it. In fact, now that she was aware of it, she wouldnt let herself feel it. She only needed the approval of one person, the forgiveness of one person, and that was her father.
Sixteen years of perfection erased by one mistake. And every year since desperately trying to regain it.
Her father was the only one who could absolve her.
I can be myself, Mr. Markin. Effortlessly, as I imagine most people can, but the question is which version of myself would you like?
His smile turned feral. Do most people have more than one version of themselves, Ms. Calder?
Everyone does.
Not everyone, he said, his deep voice rolling over her in a wave. Everything that you see now is all that I am. This apartment, this gym, my work. I have been other thingsI have been a great many other things. But this is all thats left.
Im not sure I believe that. There was something strangely grim about that. And there was something about it that she couldnt quite believe, either. For some reason, though, she believed that he bought into it wholly and completely. And she was not certain why.
He seemed to think that he had only one layer, that this was the sum total of what he was, as though you could leave versions of yourself behind like an exoskeleton. Victoria knew better. Victoria knew that the part of herself that had betrayed her family still existed. She knew it, and that was why she kept it squashed. Forgetting what you were capable of doing didnt do anyone any favors.
And she was capable of great stupidity.
She wondered why it was Dmitri Markin thought he had defeated his old demons entirely. Then she wondered if somehow he had. And for a moment she envied him. Because she would never be free of those past versions of herself. All she could do was try to atone for them.
I know there are all sorts of people who believe in past lives, he said, who believe that when we die we are reincarnated as someone or something else. Im not sure about that. But I do know that sometimes things in this life change you, burn you, leave everything you were as nothing more than ashes at your feet. And when that happens, you have no choice but to walk forward into a new life. Whether you want to or not.
That sounds...bleak.
Perhaps. But Ive had many changes since then. All to do with Colvin. And the reason this charity is so important to me. Thanks to him, I am not the man I was.
Who were you? she asked.
A very bad man, he said. His words sent a shiver through her, down her spine and to her feet.
And now youre a good man? she asked, her voice thinner than shed like it to be.
I wouldnt say that. But not as dangerous.
Her heart bumped hard against her chest. You were dangerous?
He did nothing more than flash a smile, and this time she was certain she saw a predatory edge to it. I find it best to leave the past buried.
Something about the way he said this sent trail of ice down to the pit of her stomach, making her shiver, causing goose bumps to break out on her arms.
So...I suppose we should finalize things. I have other appointments. She was suddenly very aware of the fact that he was still standing there in a towel, and even more aware of the fact that somewhere over the past couple of minutes she had forgotten. She would love to feel triumphant about that, love to feel triumphant about the fact that she had obviously mastered whatever thing was happening to her when she saw his muscles. But she knew that wasnt the case. That was oversimplifying. She was distracted, and that was unforgivable. Because the moment you became distracted, you revealed your weaknesses. She had done it in the past, and she refused to do it now. Something about him had drawn her in, made her lose her sense of time and space, and she could not allow that to happen again.
As do I. When would you propose we make this official?
Tonight. We had reservations at a private dining room at a restaurant on the Thames. It was very romantic. We had a lovely time.
You really have thought of everything, he said.
I have. Rest assured that several people saw us arrive, and several people saw us leave looking very happy. We came and went by way of the back entrance, so it was only restaurant staff who saw us. Do we have an accord?
He only looked at her for a moment. Then he nodded his head once, his expression unchanging. We have a deal. Your family company is yours once we terminate the engagement, provided you help me establish my charity.
Excellent, she said, trying not to betray the utter relief that had washed over her.
So, what would you have done about your little ruse had I refused you?
She laughed, ignoring the twist of nerves in her stomach. She had done it. She had got his yes. Got him to agree, and now she could leave. She could see the light at the end of a tunnel that was more than a decade long. She could have sagged with relief. Melted straight into a puddle of Victoria on the floor.
But up front, she stood firm. Oh, you were never going to refuse. I knew that. And there were safeguards in place just in case, because Im tidy like that. But they werent needed because you were never going to refuse.
His expression hardened and so did his voice. No, he said, I dont suppose I was.
And with that, I bid you good evening. We will be in touch tomorrow to discuss a ring. Im very classic. I quite like a white diamond.
And Im old-fashioned, as well, he said. I would like very much for my fiance to be surprised by the choice of ring. Failing that, I shall choose the diamond that is most convenient to me.
She gritted her teeth, annoyance spiking through her. Clearly, he was going to fight her every step of the way. Do as you see fit. She nodded once and started to walk out of the room, holding her breath as she moved past him, trying to avoid breathing in the fragrance of soap, skin and a scent that she disturbingly suspected was unique to him. But she kept her posture straight, kept herself from acknowledging the fact that she was affected by him. And with that, she strode out the way that she came in.
Victoria Calder intensely disliked places like this, but she did love a victory. And this one was so close she could taste it.
CHAPTER THREE (#u4a7d9962-27b5-52e8-9ee2-96b7ab84c026)
BY ONE OCLOCK Dmitri Markin had already had a full day. He had sent his personal assistant after a ring. A yellow diamond in a platinum setting, because he wanted to see what Victorias reaction would be to his defiance of her order.
He did not take orders, and she would discover that quickly. He also didnt take well to her coming in and attempting to manipulate him, to take full rein of the situation. So he was taking control now.
He had also alerted the media. Hed told them that the two of them had been involved in a covert relationship for the past couple of months, and that last night it had resulted in an engagement. While they were on a dinner date. Which matched up with witnesses accounts of last nights sighting.
Victoria Calder would realize very quickly that this was his show now. And he would conduct it as he saw fit.
Now all that was left was to speak to his darling fiance, who was currently five minutes late. He did not take kindly to people running late. Of course, it mightve been helpful for him to inform her that she was supposed to meet him with a bit more time for her to actually make the commute to his end of London. She had been somewhere quite a bit away, and traffic would be fairly awful at this time of day, as it was awful at any time of day.
He could very well imagine that she hated to be late, and he had all but guaranteed that she would be. The enjoyment he felt at the thought of her annoyance did somewhat temper his irritation.
And his irritation vanished completely when she burst through the door of his office, with his assistant on her heels, her blond hair escaping from its neat bun, her cheeks pink.
So sorry to keep you waiting. Her tone said that she was anything but sorry; in fact it did not denote apology of any kind. In fact, she sounded quite venomous. He found that quite enjoyable.
She had already backed him into a corner, her logic and facts more persuasive than a cattle prod. And here he was again, faced with a fait accompli. Faced with giving away the very last piece of his twisted soul.
He nearly laughed. Perhaps that would have been an issue if hed had a piece of his soul left. Sadly, he was almost certain he didnt. Not even a twisted one.
I am a very busy man, and I do not like to be kept waiting. He looked behind Victorias shoulder at his very put-out-looking assistant. Of course that does not include you, darling.
He could see Victorias muscles visibly tighten at the endearment, but his assistants face relaxed. Undoubtedly Louise had been afraid an intruder had got past her.
Very giving of you, dearest, Victoria sniffed. She crossed the room, and sat in the chair that was positioned in front of his desk.
That will be all, Louise. His assistant nodded, the relieved expression still on her face as she closed the door. Nice of you to finally join me.
Yes, well, I was at a luncheon. I had to leave, quite abruptly. It was very rude. And I am never rude.
Are you not?
Not in public.
What else dont you do in public?
She blinked. A great many things, she said crisply.
There isnt much I wont do in private. Or in public. He said it to get a rise out of her, but as the words escaped his lips, and as the color deepened in her cheeks, he could not help but experience a rush of heat through his own veins. Because it made him think of all the things that a man could do in public, or private, with a woman like Victoria. Truly, there was very little he would not do with her in either setting. Especially with her.
Then he reminded himself that there was much easier game to be had. He was working with her, using her to his advantage, and that meant sex was most definitely out of the question. Of course, given the fact that they were to be playing at being a couple, and that introducing anyone else into their charade would be something of a liability, it was very likely there would be no sex for the foreseeable future. The thought made him frown. Deeply.
Victoria frowned in return. Why do you look so grumpy? I was only five minutes late.
I was only pondering the specifics of our arrangement, he said.
That word made her brighten. She seemed to relish this entire process and he hadnt decided yet if he trusted her. Well, talking of specifics, I have drawn up some legal documents for us to go over.
That quickly?
She waved a hand. Oh, I had these drawn up weeks ago, when I was first formulating the idea. I know better than to leave these things until the last minute. The last thing you want to do a rush job on is legal documents. I didnt want any reference to our engagement being false in them, but also I need to guarantee that you will in fact hand over the ownership of my fathers company upon the end of our little alliance.
And what makes you think Ill sign this?
She shrugged. Because if you dont, I walk.
I see. He leaned back in his chair, then pushed against the surface of the desk and stood. And where is my guarantee?
If I break off the engagement, then I dont get the company. However, if you break it off, I do. So, if at any point I abandon you, my side of the agreement is void. This is sort of the pre-prenuptial agreement.
Is that something people do nowadays?
Actually, it is.
She reached down and took a folio off the ground, pulling a thick stack of documents out of it. It outlines several things, including what will become of the ring should we break upit returns to youand the fact that Im not entitled to the company should I break things off with you. It also clearly states that upon our marriage the company reverts to me, but if we divorce and its my fault, ownership reverts to you. We need all of this seamless. It has to look legitimate even when its over.
You certainly dont leave things to chance. He examined her fine features, high cheekbones, the delicate rose color in her cheeks, the faint blush of her lips. She was very pale, her blond hair silvery. To some, he imagined she would appear very fragile, but then, that was what made her interesting. The fact that beneath the soft facade she was steel and ice.
She might appear to be an English rose, but she would not be half so easily crushed.
Only fools leave these things to chance. Even the best gamblers are calculating odds, not taking wild stabs in the dark. She placed the stack of papers on his desk and pushed them toward his side. He bent to pick them up, slowly leafing through the pages.
Calculation is important, he said, as he continued to scan the papers. But you should never underestimate the importance of being able to follow your gut. When youre in a fight there often isnt time to play it out like chess, even if it would be ideal. Sometimes you just have to trust that if you need to feint right, your body will feint right.
A nice theory. But that has nothing to do with legalities. What do you think? She looked at him with her sharp blue eyes, her hands folded neatly in her lap.
Everything looks good. He sat back down behind his desk and opened the top drawer, taking out the ring he had stashed in there earlier. The velvet box made a muted sound as he pressed it slowly onto the wooden surface.
She looked down at the box, then back up at him. Is that what I think it is?
That depends on what you think it is. Perhaps you should open it.
She shot him a look that could only be described as annoyed and reached out, taking the box in her hands. She cracked open the lid and for nearly a full second her expression was blank. Tellingly so. It was very difficult to describe the shift that took place between the look on Victorias face when she was genuinely at a loss, and the look that appeared when she was trying to make others believe that she was blas. A subtle softening in her eyes, an added tension around her mouth. It was barely noticeable, but it was there.
By the time she looked up at him she was in full control again. I told you I dont care for colored diamonds.
But it suits you. I made an executive decision.
She arched a brow. It suits me? Or was it just the most convenient diamond?
A smile curved his lips. Does it really matter? Ive made the decision. This is your ring.
So thats how this is going to be?
Let me make one thing perfectly clear, Ms. Calder. You might have come to me, but the moment I agreed it became my game. I do like a challenge, but I also like to win.
She smiled brightly, so brightly that he knew it was false. That may be a problem, because I like to win, too. She tilted her head to the side, her expression taking on a mock thoughtfulness. I did a bit of research on your mentor. He was from New Orleans. Is that correct?
Yes, he said.
Her expression shifted slightly yet again, and this time the smile seemed more genuine. Good. Thats an excellent venue for charity. And a location people enjoy traveling to. Also, it will appeal to the local moneyed class. He could see her mentally tallying everything up, valuing it.
You are terrifying. Has anyone ever told you that before?
Oh yes. She waved her hand dismissively. Ive been told that on many occasions. But I dont like to be idle, and I dont see the point wasting timedo you?
I told you I wanted this rolled out as quickly as possible. Obviously I dont see the point in wasting time. In fact, on that note I have already been in touch with the press to let them know that you and I have decided to marry.
Her pale brows shot upward. Well, excellent.
You seem surprised by my efficiency.
Im accustomed to being the most efficient half of any partnership. As Im sure you can well imagine.
Oh, I can well imagine. He smiled. But this is the first time you have ever worked with me.
A mistake, I think. We might make a fairly deadly duo.
Oh, I am counting on it.
Victoria snapped her folio shut and stood, hands held in front of her, every inch the efficient businesswoman she always seemed. Though, he imagined she wasnt truly a businesswoman. Her reputation was largely as a socialite, and yet she did not appear to be as insubstantial as one tended to assume socialites were. She had all of the strength and steel of someone who was accustomed to doing battle in the boardroom. He knew that she had her own money, mainly from making savvy investments and turning an already-healthy trust fund into a bank account she would be hard-pressed to drain over the course of her lifetime.
He imagined many people underestimated her as a result of her appearance, her petite frame, the fact that she could be easily written off as a lady who lunched and nothing more. He also imagined that some of her strength came from the fact that people underestimated her. Victoria Calder had more dedication, brilliance and determination than half of the CEOs he knew.
Ill be in touch about the New Orleans charity event. Would you like to set a budget?
This is coming out of my pocket, is it?
She waved a hand, a gesture he was becoming used to. Of course it is. Im doing you a service. Naturally you will be paying for it. I will see what I can manage to get donated, of course, but I need to establish a venue, and there will need to be food.
Louise will send you something. He looked down at his computer for a moment, then back up at her. I would prefer not to be bothered by the arrangements. I figure our agreement should have as many perks for me as possible. And somehow I get the impression that planning an event is a perk to you.
It most certainly is. Especially in New Orleans. In the meantime I will be in touch with the media about the event, and I will let them know how deliriously happy I am to be wearing your ring. She picked the ring box up from the desk. Even though yellow is not my color.
I disagree, I think yellow could be your color. You just seem to insist on wearing black. He examined the black pencil skirt and fitted black top she was wearing today. He couldnt deny that she looked striking in black, but still.
You, too, she said, indicating his suit.
Touch. We will be in touch. She turned to go. And Ms. Calder... She turned back to face him. You had better make sure to put the ring on. The press will be expecting it.
The right corner of her lips tugged downward, and she reconfigured the things she was holding, opening the ring box and taking the jewel out. Then she slipped it, rather unceremoniously, onto the fourth finger of her left hand. There she wiggled her fingers are you satisfied?
No, dammit, he wasnt. She was too cold by half, too in control. He didnt like it. And before he could question why, he had stood and rounded the desk.
Not just yet. He closed the distance between them, watching as her blue eyes widened with each step he took nearer to her. You do not look like a woman who has just had an encounter with her fianc.
What do I look like? she asked, tilting her head to the side, her expression still far too composed. All of the color in her cheeks was courtesy of her makeup.
A woman who has just been in a business meeting. And I find that unacceptable.
Her hair was already slightly messy from her trek across the city, but he still felt it wasnt enough. He reached out, pressing his fingers to her temples and sliding his hand backward, fingertips sinking deeply into the softness of her hair. She froze beneath his touch, her eyes widening, her mouth rounding into a perfect O.
He shifted his hold, tugging at the pins that held her bun in place, letting the shimmering locks fall free around her shoulders. He raised his other hand, forking it deeply in her hair, ruffling it slightly as he might have done during a passionate kiss.
For the first time, he thought he might have actually succeeded in shocking her. Oh, certainly hed had moments of surprising her, such as when hed taken her up to his apartment in the gym and talked fake engagement logistics in a towel. But he didnt think he had truly shocked her until this moment.
He was only guessing, of course, because of the way that she held herself so still, because of the way that she looked at him, blue eyes wide and lacking in the kind of sharpness they usually held.
There was something soft there now, something blurry.
His stomach tightened, lust grabbing him by the throat and shaking hard. He was on edge with her, a touch bringing him much closer to losing hold on his control than he would like to admit.
There was no denying that he found her very attractive. No denying that she was very attractive. And he wanted to know what it would be like to undo all those buttons on her blouse, to push that tightly fitted skirt up around her hips, tease her until she cried out, and then sink into her softness.
He wouldnt do any of those things. She had him in a difficult position, and he would not increase the power she had by giving into this unwanted attraction.
She gasped, as though she had read his mind, as though she had seen into his filthy fantasies. But, though he wouldnt act on them, he was fine with her being aware. Let her know. Let her understand. Let her feel the control slip from her grasp as she realized that he was the one with the upper hand.
That, while he felt the attraction, if he chose to act on it, she would be powerless to resist. That he could have her, begging, naked, if he wanted.
The color heightened in her cheeks, as though he really had kissed her. As though he had spoken the words that were running on a loop through his mind out loud.
Thats better. He released his hold on her and took a step backward, much more affected than he should be. Than he cared to be. He had been doing this to exercise control yet again, and yet again, she had tested it. Now you look much more like a woman who has just been with her fianc.
I think the ring wouldve done it, she said, the crystal edge her voice normally held dulled, replaced by something much more husky. Something thicker, richer. And he knew that would be the voice she would use in bed. Soft like velvet and just as luxurious.
Desire slugged him sharply in the gut and he turned away from her. That you think the ring wouldve been enough makes me wonder what you know about relationships, Ms. Calder. Perhaps that is why the engagement to your prince didnt work out?
It was an unkind thing to say, but he didnt really care. He had never much minded whether or not people saw him as kind. In fact, he generally preferred for people to see him as the grumpy bastard he was.
Which was part of his problem now. Hed taken no pains with his reputation at all. His life had opened up wide when hed retired from fighting, when hed earned his money and hed taken the chance to live it as he saw fit. To live without limits.
Too bad the public didnt appreciate his expression of freedom to the same degree that he did.
Fortunately for you, Mr. Markin, I do not need to understand personal relationships. I only need to understand how to improve ones image in the media. I only need to understand how to put on a gala and get a charity running, and on that score I am an expert. Ill let you worry about the rest. You seem to be doing an adequate job. I bid you good day.
And when he turned back around she was gone, and he had the inescapable feeling that she had won a round yet again.
* * *
Victoria spent the next two weeks fielding congratulatory phone calls from friends and family and putting together plans for the launch of the Colvin Davis Foundation. A venue in New Orleans had been selected, local restaurants were providing food as a donation, she had managed to find a minor celebrity to act as master of ceremonies and she was just generally feeling really good about the decisions shed been making lately.
Now that all of her overseas responsibilities had been arranged, she was doing one of her favorite things in the world. She was packing for a trip.
Shed never been to New Orleans before so shed spent the morning researching what she might need to bring, then finding the corresponding items in her closet, making lists of what she didnt have, and planning on when she could buy them.
She and Dmitri would be leaving in just two days. She managed to avoid him in the weeks since theyd made their engagement official. The media was chomping at the bit for a picture of the two of them, but in her mind that was so much the better. Better to leave them wanting than give them too much.
They would make their official debut as a couple at the fantastic and glittering affair she had planned. There, Dmitri would read his mission statement for the charity and cash would flow into the coffers like water flowing forth from a burst dam. She could see it all clearly in her head. More importantly, she could see very clearly the moment when she told her father that she had reclaimed their family business.
The Calder family hadnt been ruined by the loss of London Divano, they were far too successful, with many diverse investments.
But money hadnt been the issue. Not really. It was her fathers pride.
A man of no significant background, hed clawed his way into the elite social circles, earning his fortune through hard work. London Diva had been his flagship company, the means by which hed changed his whole life. And she had lost it.
But of course he had allowed the world to believe that it had been a foolish mistake of his that had cost him the boutique. He had allowed all of those upper-crust snobs to believe theyd been proven right, so that she wouldnt suffer. He had done that to protect her when she had not deserved protection. Even in his anger he had done that for her.
And he had suffered. Invitations to events had all but disappeared, many investors had jumped ship, good friends had proven false. The reputation, the respect her father had worked so hard to achieve, wiped out by one foolish act on her part.
Shed been an idiot with stars in her eyes, feeding vital company information to a man who had so clearly never loved her that just thinking about it now made her cringe.
Yes, the wisdom that came with being a twenty-eight-year-old woman meant that she knew now just how disinterested Nathan had really been. The man had barely kissed her. At the time it seemed romantic. That he was somehow honoring her by refraining from taking her to bed.
The years, and that experience, had made her so much more cynical. She saw it now for what it was. Dear Lord, when a man was trying to take advantage of you and he didnt add sex to that, he was so uninterested there was almost no scale by which to measure it.
And when she remembered her ultimate humiliation... No. She wouldnt remember it.
She was organizing. She was in her happy place. She pulled out a few of her favorite outfits and walked out of the closet and into her bedroom, laying each carefully hung and wrapped ensemble on the bed. She stood there for a moment regarding them when her phone started buzzing from its position on the comforter.
She saw her fathers name and her heart did a shimmy up to her throat. She hadnt spoken to him since shed made the engagement with Dmitri official. Mainly, she spoke to her father when she went home for dinner with him once a month. Being with him was difficult. Ever since her mistake it had been.
But then, it was sort of difficult to sit down to a meal with someone youd betrayed so badly, whether or not youd done it on purpose.
She took a breath to try to dispel the tension in her chest and picked up the phone. Hello, Dad.
Hello, Victoria. What is this I see about your engagement?
He was not one for preamble, her father. Oh, yes. That. I was going to ring you about that.
Shed intended to ring him about it a couple of weeks ago. Shed intended to ring him about it last week, too. She also intended to ring him about it last night. But every time she had started to dial his number shed got cold feet. After the way the Stavros thing had blown up she hadnt been feeling very keen. Because she knew that this time her father would be suspicious of it working out, and in the end of course he would be right, because she didnt intend to marry Dmitri. But it wouldnt matter in the end because she would have returned what she had lost. Even so, it was a conversation she had been delaying purposefully.
I confess I did not expect to read about my only childs engagement in the newspaper.
Yes, well. That is unfortunate. I was quite surprised when Dmitri asked, and given his position the press is all over it of course.
Her father continued on without pausing. He owns London Diva.
Yes bugger, she had been caught out he does. I am aware of that.
What is it you are doing, Victoria?
Getting married. She looked down at her manicured hands. I am of marriageable age. Past, really. Its about time, honestly. But yes, I was feeling hesitant about calling you because of circumstances being what they are. Dmitris ownership of what was formerly our family business, and of course my aborted arrangement with Stavros.
You are in love with him? It wasnt concern she heard in her fathers voice, rather, a cold curiosity.
Honestly, Dad, Im much more concerned with practicalities than I am with love. But I am very fond of him.
Her father chuckled. Neatly done, Victoria. If you had said that you are madly in love with him I would have known you were lying.
Her fathers words disconcerted her somewhat. She had gone out of her way to change. To learn from her mistakes. To think with her head, rather than letting her heart lead. Even so, it did hurt a little bit to hear someone elses assessment of her and her character.
But then, considering she had enlisted the services of a matchmaker to help her find a suitable and dispassionate marriage, she supposed she couldnt blame her father. No, the blame rested squarely with herself. The thing was, she really didnt care much about love, unless she was thinking in terms of avoiding it.
Right. Well. Not lying. Are you concerned for my well-being...or...?
You have a tendency to land yourself on the wrong side of men. Are you sure I wont have another scandal to clean up in the next few months?
Shame, anger, sadness, threatened to choke her. Well, I dont plan on it.
Then what are you planning? What are your goals concerning London Diva?
Her throat constricted, drying. This was her moment. Much earlier than she had expected to have it. She hadnt intended to say anything until she was able to present him with a document stating legal ownership. But of course he would know that Dmitri was the one who now held ownership, and of course he would be suspicious of the link. She simply wasnt capable of playing stupid.
My plans are to return London Diva to its rightful place.
There was a brief pause. Well see. No vote of confidence. No request she rethink an engagement purely for the sake of the family business. Nothing more. He simply rang off.
His response wasnt surprising. She should expect his indifference and lack of confidence at this point. But it still hurt. Every time.
Im going to fix it, she said, the silence of her bedroom only slightly less responsive than her father.
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Dmitri Markin meets his match!Twelve years ago Victoria Calder made a mistake that cost her father his business. Now finally she has a chance to atone. And if that means going toe-to-toe with the arresting Dmitri Markin shes prepared to step into the ringand put his on her finger!Dmitriex-martial arts fighter, present-day pleasure seekeris a man who likes to win. The beautiful Ms Calder might have initially shocked him with her proposition, but theres more than one advantage to the deal shes proposing If this dedicated bachelor is going to surrender to marriage it certainly wont be in name only!Praise for Maisey YatesSheikhs Desert Duty The Chatsfield, 4.5* RT Book ReviewYates romance has all the bells and whistles: beautifully opulent sand-scapes and deadly desert dangers, and a haunted, penitent royal hero and determined, wrong-side-of-the-tracks heroine who may seem ill-fated but are a perfect fit.To Defy A Sheikh, 4.5* RT Book Review TOP PICKYates desert tale is metaphoric magic, ripe with iconic costumes and sand-scapes. But its her handsome hero and vengeful heroine that rule every page in this murder-to-merger page-turner. Brava!One Night to Risk it All 4.5* RT Book ReviewThe story features humorous and passionate banter between a seemingly devious, yet noble hero and a hiding-behind-a-fa?ade heroine. The lovemaking is combustible, and the luxury-laden backdrops add to the tale.
If what Ive heard is true, you want to launch this charity for children. But no one trusts you to be involved inanythingconcerning children. Because, lets face it, who would haveyouspearheading a charity forchildren? You are, by all accounts, cantankerous, ill-tempered, foul-mouthed and hot-headed. Did I miss anything?
Dmitri took a step toward her and took a great amount of satisfaction in watching her shrink a bit. Yes. Im also something of a womaniser. That doesnt help my cause. I mean, what with all the rumors flying around about how I meet a woman, take her to dinner and have her naked, between my sheets and screaming my name in only a couple of hours
Victoria held up a hand, clearly irritated with the line of dialogue. I could solve your problems, she said, twisting the subject expertly.
By marrying me?
I wouldnt actually have to marry you. I would simply need to hang on your arm for a while, then wear your ring for a while after that. Long enough to get things going.
You have thought this through. And she had ambushed him, with no warning at all. A smart woman. Were she a burly man and not a fine-boned female she might have made an excellent fighter.
A worthy opponent.
But if Victoria wanted to beard the lion in his den she would have to accept the consequences.
MAISEY YATES is the USA TODAY bestselling author of more than thirty romance novels. She has a coffee habit she has no interest in kicking, and a slight Pinterest addiction. She lives with her husband and children in the Pacific Northwest. When Maisey isnt writing she can be found singing in the grocery store, shopping for shoes online, and probably not doing dishes. Check out her website: www.maiseyyates.com (http://www.maiseyyates.com)
His Diamond of Convenience
Maisey Yates
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For Pippa,
because youve loved Victoria since she first appeared. Thank you for all of your support, now and always.
Contents
Cover (#u6dc4e956-83dd-5a21-a7f9-f3c24bcad252)
Introduction (#u14ab772c-2a1e-5db0-809b-70419c460644)
About the Author (#uf331406a-063e-5f28-9a47-29334d8962ac)
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Dedication (#u0b06bc93-e655-5222-b0a4-5cb92ccf8f22)
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER FOUR
CHAPTER FIVE
CHAPTER SIX
CHAPTER SEVEN
CHAPTER EIGHT
CHAPTER NINE
CHAPTER TEN
CHAPTER ELEVEN
CHAPTER TWELVE
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
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CHAPTER ONE (#u4a7d9962-27b5-52e8-9ee2-96b7ab84c026)
VICTORIA INTENSELY DISLIKED places like this. Gyms with boxing rings, hanging punching bags and various other accoutrements. The lighting was dim, casting everything in a dull shadow. It was probably for the best, all things considered, else it might reveal the stains from dirt, blood and whatever else that undoubtedly lingered on the canvas. The air smelled of sweat, of testosterone. And she could truly think of nothing less appealing.
The entire place, and all of its inhabitants, needed to be hosed down.
If it wasnt absolutely necessary she find Dmitri Markin, she would never have stepped foot in here.
She ran her hand over her hair, checking to see that everything was still in place, then walked forward, her high heels loud on the concrete floor as she strode through the workout area, studiously ignoring the male gazes that were following her progress through the room.
These were not the male gazes she was looking for. And therefore, she was uninterested.
Oily muscles did nothing for her. Thank you very much.
Not unless she needed a heavy box lifted. Then oily muscles could certainly serve a purpose, but not aesthetically. Not in her world.
One of the men she walked past whistled and she felt her muscles tense, starting at the base of her skull and spreading downward, her shoulders bunching up as the tension bled outward.
She didnt give the man the satisfaction of pausing, neither did she look at him. Rather, she ratcheted her chin up a notch and forged ahead, tightening her hold on her purse and keeping her strides even.
Over the years she had become something of a challenge to men. They knew she had a reputation for keeping herself separate, for keeping herself distant. And that made her a temptation, apparently, which was just one more reason she had to disdain the gender. Which was potentially unfair of her, but she didnt care.
In the interest of maintaining the family peace and getting back in her fathers good books, she had at one time entertained the idea of making a suitable marriage. And in her mind, and the mind of her father, a suitable marriage meant marriage to royalty. Yet it had failed spectacularly. Because when she had managed to secure herself a royal fianc, he had gone on to fall in love with their matchmaker.
Which had put her back at square one. Focusing on her charities and on raising her familys profile in the media.
Until she had found out that Dmitri Markin had something she wanted. And that he wanted something she had.
Now she had a whole new plan for fixing the pain she caused her family. And it would be a whole lot better than marrying a prince. Assuming she could accomplish it. And she would. Because she didnt fail. Not anymore.
She had the chance to atone for past sins. Shed spotted this open door, so she was walking through it.
Right at the moment she was thinking of metaphorical doors, she walked through a literal door and into the back of the gym. This was a private training room, so she had been told when she had inquired about Dmitris haunts. And just as she had been informed, by the curvaceous redhead she had met at a party earlier in the week, Dmitri was here, grappling with another man.
They were both shirtless, in black pants, fighting as if their lives depended on it. She sniffed. Silly. Their lives certainly did not depend on it.
Men.
She recognized Dmitri immediately. He was larger than his opponent, well muscled and sporting an armful of ink. She didnt know what the symbols were, or what they represented; she only knew that, were the tabloids to be believed, they were the sort of thing that caused a lot of women to swoon.
Not her. She was not given to swooning.
To her, they were merely beneficial because they helped her to identify her target sooner.
She stopped walking, crossing her arms beneath her breasts and cocking her hip to the right. Dmitri Markin?
He wrapped his arms around his partners waist, bent and flipped the other man over his shoulder, letting him land flat on his back on the mats. Then Dmitri straightened and turned to face her, hands on his lean hips, his chest pitching with the effort of his breathing. Sweat rolled down his skin, skating over his ab muscles and drawing her eye toward the waistband of his shorts. Toward the line of hair that continued down farther beneath the fabric.
Heat assaulted her and she redirected her gaze quickly. And that didnt help at all, because as distracting as his body was, well, his face wasnt any better.
A ripple of unease went through her. Photographs hadnt prepared her for the sheer magnetism he presented. An element she hadnt accounted for.
The realization made her stomach squeeze tight, apprehension winding through her. She was momentarily shocked, turned to stone, by the man standing before her.
Considering what hed done for a living it wouldnt be outside the norm for his face to be a living record of every punch hed taken. A time line of his years spent in the ring. But no. He didnt have the decency to be deformed. His dark hair was rumpled in a near-stylish manner, dark eyes glimmering with humor. His nose had a bump in it, likely from being broken, and it only made him look...rakish, not disfigured. How annoying. Then there was the deep groove in his upper lip, likely a badly healed split, so that his mouth gave the impression he was always sneering slightly, even when he was smiling. That was rakish, too.
A shiver ran through her and she fought to keep from showing the evidence of it on her face. She needed to secure this deal. So that the rift between her and her father could be stitched back together. So that she could finally move on with her life.
She couldnt afford to be distracted. Not when she was so close.
Damn the man. Was there nowhere she could look? She let her eyes drift back to his chest, and she felt her cheeks get warmer. She had no idea what was going on with her, why for an instant she had felt frozen. Why she was unable to tear her eyes away from his body.
Perhaps it was simple appreciation at the weapon he clearly was. His past was no secret; everyone was well aware of his work as a mixed martial arts fighter. And even though it had been nearly a decade since hed set foot into a ring, he was obviously still keeping himself honed.
So yes, it had something to do with all of that. And she was moving on.
I am he. He took his hands from his hips and rolled his shoulders backward, thrusting his chest forward as he stretched his muscles, the shift and bunch of the lines on his body capturing her attention yet again. These were the very glistening muscles she had just been disavowing and dismissing, claiming they could not be aesthetically pleasing. At the moment she had to admit there was some aesthetic appeal.
Though, it wasnt in the way women typically admired men. No. Not in the least. This was artistic admiration. She had an eye for clean lines, good design. Dmitri was like fine architecture.
She cleared her throat. My name is Victoria. Victoria Calder.
I do not recall hearing your name before. I dont think we have an appointment. His every word was just slightly flat, still colored by a hint of Russian accent, though it was faded after long years of living in the UK. Unless, he said, a slow smile crossing his lips, you are looking for a chance to challenge me on the mats.
She gripped the strap of her purse tighter. Thats quite funny. Do you often have women coming to challenge you on the mats?
The smile broadened, turned wicked, and her stomach turned over, twisted. She gritted her teeth and fought to maintain her composure. More often than you might think.
She cleared her throat. Excellent. Charming. That is, however, not why Im here.
Well, if it is legitimate business, an appointment is typically made. He looked her over, his gaze leaving a trail of heat behind. She tried to get her focus back. Tried to recite her plan in her head. Envision her goal. She could not be deterred. There is a certain type of woman who shows up unannounced. If you have legitimate business I suggest you call my secretary and make an appointment. Otherwise, take off your dress.
She ignored the rough command. She also ignored the rush of heat that came along with it. He was expecting her to get all flustered. She was certain. And she would not give him the satisfaction. At least, she wouldnt show it, but the wild thumping of her heart made her think flustered was exactly what she was whether she wanted to be or not.
She swallowed hard and met his eyes. Ill keep the dress on, thanks. Shall we adjourn to a more comfortable setting?
I am perfectly comfortable. And I was not expecting to have a meeting. Therefore, I will stay here.
The man he had been fighting had risen to his feet now and was standing there looking at the two of them. Then perhaps you might ask him to leave, Victoria said.
Because youre going to take the dress off?
She cleared her throat, schooling her expression into one of disdain, ignoring the prickling feeling on the back of her neck. Sadly for you, no. You can let go of that fantasy quickly. The dress isnt coming off until I get home and step into a nice warm bath, which, after the harassment Ive endured today, is well deserved. Im staying dressed. And we need to have a discussion.
It sounds like I might be in trouble. But I have never slept with you, so I dont see why I should be. I have not caused you any trouble. Yet.
She gritted her teeth. He was really pulling out all the stops. Fortunately it was nothing she hadnt dealt with before. Typically the man wasnt shirtless. Typically he was not quite so good-looking. But neither of those things mattered, not to her. Either he goes or I go, she said, keeping her tone bored. And I have a feeling you want to hear what I have to say.
Dmitri cocked his head to the side, a small smile curving one side of his mouth. Nigel, leave us for moment. The other man nodded and walked out. Then Dmitri turned his focus to her. Speak.
She readjusted her hold on her bag, her palms feeling sweaty now. I am not a dog, nor indeed am I any type of pet. Rephrase.
He chuckled, a dark sound that poured over her like melting honey. That made her shiver. Okay, why dont you tell me what you came here to tell me so that I can go take my shower?
Her patience was wearing thin. She was still standing in the sweaty gym and, frankly, his bare chest was having more of an effect on her than she would like. Was making her feel as if there was a gaping hole in her plan. All of that was conspiring to put her in a very cranky mood. And that was the only thing that could account for the words that came out of her mouth next.
All right, Mr. Markin. I just came here to ask you a question. Will you marry me?
* * *
Dmitri looked at the powerhouse blonde standing in front of him. She was pale, with slim curves, long, lean legs and an expression that could make a lesser man wilt where he stood. And if the look of her didnt accomplish it, that crisp English accent, so posh it made a man feel as if he ought to put on a tie before he could speak to her, would.
He, however, was not a lesser man and was therefore not wilting. Not in the least. And he wasnt putting on a damned tie.
Sorry, you might have had better luck with the proposal if you had taken the dress off.
Cheap thrills are your thing, then? she asked, arching a finely shaped brow.
He crossed his arms over his chest. Yeah. I like a cheap thrill. Though, these days I can afford an expensive thrill, too. But honestly, why not just embrace every thrill available? He looked her over again, taking in every curved line, every enticingly female part of her. I would have picked you for an expensive thrill. But as youve price checked yourself...
Youll find me short on thrills, Mr. Markin, she said, her voice biting. Unless what I have to offer you is a thrilland do not get too excited. It has nothing to do with bare skin.
Marriage usually does have something to do with bare skin. It is the only reason I can see anyone would enter into the union. Though, Ive found my share outside of it.
Which could be part of why youre having such a hard time finding support for your charity.
The back of his neck prickled. How did you know about that?
The charity he was working on establishing in Colvins name was not common knowledge. Yes, hed approached a few people about it, but hed told those people to be discreet. The reactions had all been the same, too.
He would need support. Because a man with a reputation for driving too fast, sleeping with too many women, a man who had earned his fortune in the ring...would have his efforts met with cynicism.
And he could not afford to have a negative reaction. Colvin was dead. There would be no paying him back in this life. But he could show the world what the other man had done for him. Offer choices to children who were in the position he had once been in.
Choices he had never had. Control that had been wrenched from him on a cold day in Moscow.
I always have an ear to the ground, Victoria said, plus, I have sat on the board for a great many charities over the years and have quite a few connections. I use those connections to my advantage.
How does supporting a kids charity benefit you?
She blinked wide blue eyes slowly. What do you mean? Im only thinking of the children.
He swore crudely in Russian and laughed. Right. Im sure you are.
I take it you dont believe me?
Do I believe the Ice Princess is thinking of the children? No. You would have to emanate some warmth before I would believe that.
She let out an exasperated sigh. Sorry. Too busy to emanate today Im afraid. Perhaps another time. However, I assure you I approach my charity work with complete dedication. But I save my passion for my work, so none for you, Im afraid. Now, about my proposal...
Why did you propose?
She lifted a brow. It was love at first sight?
No.
She leveled her gaze, meeting his, her eyes alight with determination. I want London Diva back.
He frowned at the mention of one of his holdings. Excuse me?
London Diva. I want the company signed back over to my family.
Calder, he said, repeating her name. Of course he hadnt made the immediate connection. Hed bought the chain of high-end retail stores out from under Nathan Barrett a few years back, but he knew it had been founded by Geoffrey Calder some thirty years earlier. Youre Geoffrey Calders... Well, you cant be his wife because you just proposed to me. His daughter?
Very good guess. A correct guess.
So, you walk in and propose marriage, then demand a portion of my business. And what will you do for me in return?
You may have seen some of my charity work in the media. They speak quite highly of me. Some outlets have made comparisons with Mother Teresa, though I think thats selling her a bit short. It isnt as if Ive given up all of my worldly possessions, she said, flashing her expensive-looking handbag. But, though Im not a paragon, I am, compared to you. And I have something you want. Something you seem incapable of buying.
He waved a hand. Foolish woman. I have yet to find anything I cant buy.
Except a better reputation. The expression on her face was almost comically angelic. He imagined she would look innocent of a crime just as she was about to cut a mans throat.
He liked that.
But what he didnt like was the fact that she had his balls in a vise. And was tightening it slowly. His reputation as a businessman was flawless. His reputation as a human being had some issues. And why do you suppose I need to improve my reputation?
Because if what Ive heard is true, you want to launch this charity for children. Gyms offering free and reduced-rate lessons in martial arts and other physical fitness activities for children in high risk situations. But no one trusts you to be involved in anything concerning children. Because lets face it, who would have you spearheading a charity for children. You are, by all accounts, cantankerous, ill-tempered, foulmouthed and hotheaded. Did I miss anything?
He took a step toward her and took a great amount of satisfaction in watching her shrink a bit. Yes. Im also something of a womanizer. That doesnt help my cause. I mean, what with all the rumors flying around about how I meet a woman, take her to dinner and have her naked, between my sheets and screaming my name in only a couple of hours
She held up a hand, clearly irritated with the line of dialogue. Good. Thats only the tip of the iceberg, though, isnt it? Drunk driving. Fraternizing with married women. Many of whom are mothers. You certainly dont have a history of caring if you tear families apart.
Dmitri bristled at her blatant reference to his most recent scandal. Lavinia left out some critical information when I took her to bed.
That she was married?
Oh, hell no. I dont care about that. Im not the one who made vows. But I did not know she had children.
In many ways, he preferred conducting his affairs with women who had other attachments. It allowed him as much detachment as he wanted. Which was essential. He didnt have relationships, he had sex.
He didnt sleep with his lovers. That required trust, and he didnt trust the women he had affairs with.
But that was because he didnt trust anyone.
Victoria made a disgusted sound in the back of her throat. Yes. Well. In that case youre practically a saint, arent you?
The patron saint of vodka and orgasms, maybe.
Color flooded Victorias cheeks. Odd. Ive never seen you depicted on the stained glass at mass.
Something to do with my excommunication Im sure, he said drily.
I could solve your problems, she said, twisting the subject expertly.
By marrying me?
She chuckled, the sound like a fork on crystal. Dont be stupid. I wouldnt actually have to marry you. I would simply need to hang on your arm for a while, then wear your ring for a while after that. Long enough to get things going.
You have thought this through. And she had ambushed him with no warning at all. A smart woman. Were she a burly man and not a fine-boned female she might have made an excellent fighter.
A worthy opponent.
But she was not a fighter, and not his opponent. And was, in this moment, mainly irritating.
Of course I have. I was hardly going to storm in here without a plan, she said, her tone dripping with disdain.
Just for that, he would make her pay. He was not beneath her. Her or anyone else. And he would not allow her to speak to him as if he was.
Well, sadly for you, you dont know my schedule all that well. I have somewhere to be soon, and that means I need to go back to my place, shower and change.
Well...where is that?
Happily for you, just upstairs. He had a set of apartments above the gym, an odd choice, he knew. This gym wasnt in the trendy part of town, but it was where hed got his start when hed come from Russia to London and it held sentimental value to him.
Even more now that Colvin was dead. The loss of his mentor was a heavy weight around his neck, and being here made him feel...well, like the old man wasnt entirely gone.
Fanciful garbage he wasnt normally given to, but he hadnt been able to let go of this place.
Colvin had given him choices again. Colvin had given himnot his old life backbut a new life. One that consisted of more than grubby bars, threadbare blankets and foam mattresses on cement floors. One that consisted of more than taking blow after blow, washing the blood off in a dirty bathroom in the back of an underground club and going back for more...
Choice was what Colvin had given him. It was what Dmitri wanted to give to the children who would benefit from the charity.
It was what Victoria Calder was slowly tightening her grasp on, and tugging away from him, as she laid out a finely honed argument that showed him two options. Her, or failure. Dishonor or death.
Much like being back on the streets of Moscow.
It made anger fire straight through his blood, a wall of flame that heated him from the inside out. But he would never let her see that.
He knew better than to expose his weaknesses to his opponent.
You want me to come upstairs while you shower? she asked, obviously incredulous. Good.
Unless its a problem.
She sputtered and shook her head. Oh no. No. Why would it be a problem? Of course it isnt a problem. You just...lead the way, then. She waved a manicured hand and he fought the urge to do something shocking. Grab it. Tug her to him. Wrap an arm around her waist and hold her against him. Prove he wasnt some lackey she could come in and order around.
Because no one had informed Victoria Calder that not everyone leaped to attention at the sound of her crisp accent. He, however, would not. And she would learn quickly.
But damn her for finding a weak point. He was not given to emotional connections. He had one. And she had found it.
Right this way, then, he said, not bothering to look at her as he forged through the workout room and to a door that was nearly hidden in the back. He entered in his code on the keypad on the door and he heard the lock give, then he jerked the door open, holding it. After you, Ms. Calder.
She shot him a look he was certain was intended to be deadly, but he continued on anyway.
You will find I am not wounded by icy glares, Ms. Calder, he said.
Her back stiffened and she stopped midstride.
I am not trying to wound you, she said. That runs counter to my objective.
Of marrying me. Yes. It would not do for you to become a widow before we get a chance to start our new, charitable life together.
She sniffed audibly. Indeed. She started walking again, her high heels clicking on the hard floor.
He forced a chuckle and followed her up the stairs, his eyes pinned to her shapely ass. For now, he wouldnt focus on the feeling of entrapment that was winding itself around his throat. He would focus on her skirt. That pencil skirt she was wearing was a gift. Hed rarely appreciated what well-cut, high-class clothes could do when fitted just right to a womans curves. He typically aimed for obvious targets, not hidden gems like this one.
Right now he was rethinking that.
Then she paused and turned to him again, one pale brow arched, and he immediately remembered why, in spite of how lovely their asses looked in pencil skirts, he didnt go for women like her.
He liked a good time. He liked a simple time.
Work was hard. Life was hard. Sex, in his opinion, should be easy.
And nothing about Victoria Calder said easy.
Did you have something else to say, Ms. Calder? he asked.
She pinched her lips together. No. Then she turned and continued on up the stairs.
She stopped in front of the closed door at the top of the staircase, her hands clasped in front of her, fingers curled around the strap of the bag she seemed so proud of.
He positioned himself behind her very purposefully and leaned in, reaching past her to the keypad on the wall, entering a different code from the one he had put in outside. He could feel her indrawn breath, could see the way that it caused her shoulders to rise, then stiffen. He felt a smile curve his lips as he lingered, his fingers still hovering over the buttons after he had finished entering the code, taking a pause before he opened the door.
He didnt like being surprised. He liked even less the thought that this woman might think she could come into his facility and start issuing demands. He was not a dog waiting to be brought to heel, and she would realize that soon enough.
The power was his. Even if he was intrigued by the idea of making use of her and her offer, it did not mean that she had the upper hand. She had already revealed that she had more at stake than he did, and he was prepared to use that against her.
Because no matter that Dmitri Markin had long ago left the ring, he was a fighter. And everyone who entered his territory was an opponent as far as he was concerned. Victoria was no different. He would not hesitate to find her weaknesses so that in future, if need be, he could exploit them.
After you, he said, keeping his hand firmly braced on the door, holding it open.
Victoria didnt look at him; rather she walked straight ahead and into the room. She was an icy creature, and prideful. It intrigued him. It also provided him with a weakness. She prized her controlthat much was clear. It was connected to her pridethat much was also clear. And now he had found her pressure point.
He walked in the room after her, closing the door behind him. It was a sparse room, but much more upscale than one typically anticipated after seeing the gym below. Hed had it remodeled a year or so ago as a place where he could go and be free from the press. Free from any ex-flames. Free of any expectation. That was what the gym had always been for him.
No one bothered him here. At least until Victoria Calder had showed up.
Victoria continued more deeply into the room, her high heels clicking on the high-gloss black tile. She was looking around, likely thinking the same thing hed been observing. That this room was not what one would expect upon entry to the gym. Clean lines, modern furniture, black, white and stainless steel everywhere. No windows. He was buried too deeply within the gym. And he found he liked it that way. A way to truly be cut off from the outside world, something hed lacked in his teenage years.
He pushed open the bathroom door. Ill only be a few minutes. He walked inside and stripped off his clothes, not bothering to close the door behind him as he moved to turn the shower on.
If Victoria wanted to beard the lion in his den, she would have to accept the consequences.
CHAPTER TWO (#u4a7d9962-27b5-52e8-9ee2-96b7ab84c026)
HE HADNT CLOSED the door. Victoria stood in the middle of Dmitris spotless, ultramodern apartment, still holding on to her purse as if it was a lifeline, not quite certain of what to do next.
She could hear the water running, assumed that he was now in the shower.
And he had not closed the door.
He was naked. Wet.
It was inappropriate.
And very likely, all a part of him trying to get the upper hand. His behavior absolutely reeked of that. And she was determined that she wouldnt let it work. She did not respond to intimidation tactics. No matter what form they took. There was no doubt in her mind that this was, in fact, an attempt at intimidating her. Too bad for him it wouldnt work. A little bit of wobble in her knees wasnt going to put her off.
But while she might not be intimidated, she was a little bit uncomfortable. Because her mind kept going back to naked and wet. Which was unusual. More than unusual, it was almost unheard of. Shed been cured of base lust very early on. Once shed realized how it could be used to manipulate, it had lost its luster.
She let out a heavy breath, feeling exasperated at the turn this had taken. Not that she had expected him to accept her proposal on sight. But she hadnt expected all this, either.
She was determined to play it cool, determined that she would not allow him to put her on her back foot.
And just as she had made the resolution firm, it broke apart like a sand castle being hit by a wave. Because just then Dmitri reappeared, water droplets rolling down his chest, a towel wrapped around his hips. If she had been paying attention and not been so busy gathering her determination, she might have realized that hed turned the water off. But she hadnt. And he had. And he had managed to surprise her again. Of course, she wouldnt let him see that.
She swallowed hard, her throat parched. Which was odd since he was...wet.
Do you own a shirt, Mr. Markin? She looked him up and down, doing her best to keep her expression disinterested. Because I have yet see evidence of it.
I do, but I dont always see occasion to wear one. Does it bother you?
Not at all. I was merely concerned. You are a billionaire, so obviously I assumed that you were more than able to cover the expenses in your life. But if not, Im happy to take up a collection. Charity is after all my area of expertise.
He chuckled, the sound dark and rich, and far more off-putting than she would like to admit. Your concern is very touching. However, you should not worry yourself with my clothing needs, as I find they are adequately met. But you do seem to know one thing I am in want of, and that is a better public image. I am wondering who your sources are.
Victoria tapped her chin. A lady never tells. Anyway, dont worry too much about it. Your part in this will be minimal, all told. As I said, we wont even really have to get married.
I only need to buy you a ring, is that it?
She arched a brow. If the implication is that I might be doing this to get a piece of jewelry out of you, then allow me to inform you that youre very wrong. I have my own money, Mr. Markin, and Im not in need of yours. I could buy my own damned ring. She said the words crisply, knowing that she was betraying her annoyance.
After the loss of London Diva her father had withdrawn his supportboth emotionally and financially. Her mother had left so long ago Victoria could barely remember her, but it hadnt mattered because shed had her father. Shed been the center of his world. And then...it was as though a veil had been torn from his eyes and hed seen her, not as his princess, but as a flawed, craven creature, who wasnt even related to the little girl hed once cherished.
Oh, he hadnt stopped speaking to her. Hadnt thrown her out of the house, or openly shamed her. But the disapproval that always hung in the air was palpable.
So, shed learned to be independent.
She had access to her trust fund. Shed made her own investments with it, paid back the fund and now proudly lived predominantly with her own money.
The break from her family had been what prompted her to get involved in charity work. Initially as an outward show of some sort of virtue, but in the end, it had come to mean a lot more to her than that.
It had taught her the value of independence. Of hard work. It was the one place she could see positive change coming out of her actions. A positive change that helped others. A much-needed outlet when, at home, she was still paying for mistakes of the past.
Not for much longer.
You want your family business back. I dont see any point in skirting around the real reason youre here.
Yes, nothing more complicated than that. Nothing more nefarious than that. Its such a small portion of your empire I fail to see why it would be of concern to you. I want my birthright, my inheritance.
He said nothing, his dark eyes fixed on her as though he was waiting for more. So she obliged him. Like I said, a straightforward transaction. My familys company is returned to me at the end of our agreement, and I will do everything in my power to ensure that your reputation is solid. With me helping in the establishment of your charity you should have benefactors throwing money at you from all corners of the earth. I guarantee you that my presence in your life will improve your standing in the media.
You are quite confident in yourself.
Victoria tried her best to keep her eyes on his...and not on his chest. I see no point in failing to acknowledge your strengths. I know mine. Shallow, some might call them, or unimportant. But I see them for what they are. I have spent much of my life learning to be a savvy investor, and also donating my time to worthy causes. My reputation is flawless. She hesitated. I was very nearly engaged to a prince about three years ago. So that does make for interesting commentary on my past. However, if there was any dirt to be discovered about me, it would have been discovered then. Around the time I was with Stavros the media became quite interested in me, and since there were no scandals then...
There wont be one now. Unless... Why did your engagement with the prince fail? It was his turn to smile. Or did he have a similar deal to me?
Nothing like that. I intended to marry Stavros. Sadly, he fell in love with someone else. And I wished him the best when it happened. I made not a ripple in the waves of the media when things ended between us. I was nothing but gracious.
He crossed his arms over his broad chest, the muscles in his forearms flexing, distracting her yet again. Her eyes followed the dark lines of the tattoos that were inked into his skin, and to the leather band that was tied around his wrist. He was so very different than the kind of men she typically interacted with. Different and fascinating.
Yes, you do come over as very gracious.
She nodded in agreement, even though she knew he was being sarcastic.
He uncrossed his arms and waved a hand, beginning to pace around the room. And she was very worried for the precarious position of the towel, riding so low on his hips. Okay, maybe worried wasnt the appropriate word. Concerned? Fascinated. No, she should not be fascinated. She knew better than to be fascinated by men.
How long do you think this will take? he asked.
She blinked, almost unable to believe that he sounded interested. Well need to put in several appearances together. We will need to organize a few galas, where we will collect pledges and let the public know about what you hope to accomplish. We will need to make contact with the appropriate people in high society, and if not in high society per se, those who are part of the one percent. That takes time. In all actuality Im imagining we will need somewhere around three months to accomplish all of this.
A month is a more acceptable time frame.
Victoria tried to imagine planning something on the scale she was picturing in only thirty days. Obviously the man hadnt planned many parties. Yes, but sometimes no matter how liberally you throw money at things time is still a factor. Its unforgiving, really.
Youve got that right. Time really is quite unforgiving.
Ironic to hear him say that, since time had clearly been good to him. In his thirties, Dmitri was in peak physical condition, and for a man who had lived the kind of life that he had, he was strikingly devoid of scars.
I cant promise it will be a success, she said, pressing on. You know I have to allow for variables. Im not entirely certain what all your past entails, and that might hinder both of us.
I do not expect a guaranteewhat I expect is effort.
She shrugged, feigning a casualness she did not feel at all. As long as you understand that while I can make a silk purse out of a sows ear I will have a harder time making one out of a horses ass.
He laughed again, his dark chuckle filling the space. You are amusingI will grant you that.
I am gleeful at the thought of being a source of your amusement. She was not gleeful, not by half. Her heart was racing, the thrill of possible victory pouring through her. Yes, this must be what it was like to be an opponent on the mats. No, she had not defeated him with her fists, but persuading someone using only her tongue was much more satisfying. Anyway, I promise I will keep my cleverness under control when were in public venues.
Dont. I hardly think the press would be impressed by my engagement to a simpering, unclever female. Moreover, I doubt they would believe it. I like a fight. I like a fight in the ring, I like a fight in the boardroom. And I very much like a fight in the bedroom.
His words sent a flash of heat through her. And they echoed what she had just been thinking moments ago, minus the commentary about the bedroom, so closely in fact she feared for a second he might be a mind reader. Which would be bad indeed, since she had spent an undue amount of time pondering his muscles.
And what kind of woman do you suppose the press might expect you to be with?
He began to pace again. When I choose opponents in the ring I choose them because I know theyre going to give me a good match. I like someone who is clever, strong and fast. I like someone who will make me believe I might lose, if only for a moment. I like a challenge, he said, his voice rough, sending a shiver through her. So just be yourself. That should be enough.
In spite of herself, Victoria felt strangely complimented. But she wouldnt let him see it. In fact, now that she was aware of it, she wouldnt let herself feel it. She only needed the approval of one person, the forgiveness of one person, and that was her father.
Sixteen years of perfection erased by one mistake. And every year since desperately trying to regain it.
Her father was the only one who could absolve her.
I can be myself, Mr. Markin. Effortlessly, as I imagine most people can, but the question is which version of myself would you like?
His smile turned feral. Do most people have more than one version of themselves, Ms. Calder?
Everyone does.
Not everyone, he said, his deep voice rolling over her in a wave. Everything that you see now is all that I am. This apartment, this gym, my work. I have been other thingsI have been a great many other things. But this is all thats left.
Im not sure I believe that. There was something strangely grim about that. And there was something about it that she couldnt quite believe, either. For some reason, though, she believed that he bought into it wholly and completely. And she was not certain why.
He seemed to think that he had only one layer, that this was the sum total of what he was, as though you could leave versions of yourself behind like an exoskeleton. Victoria knew better. Victoria knew that the part of herself that had betrayed her family still existed. She knew it, and that was why she kept it squashed. Forgetting what you were capable of doing didnt do anyone any favors.
And she was capable of great stupidity.
She wondered why it was Dmitri Markin thought he had defeated his old demons entirely. Then she wondered if somehow he had. And for a moment she envied him. Because she would never be free of those past versions of herself. All she could do was try to atone for them.
I know there are all sorts of people who believe in past lives, he said, who believe that when we die we are reincarnated as someone or something else. Im not sure about that. But I do know that sometimes things in this life change you, burn you, leave everything you were as nothing more than ashes at your feet. And when that happens, you have no choice but to walk forward into a new life. Whether you want to or not.
That sounds...bleak.
Perhaps. But Ive had many changes since then. All to do with Colvin. And the reason this charity is so important to me. Thanks to him, I am not the man I was.
Who were you? she asked.
A very bad man, he said. His words sent a shiver through her, down her spine and to her feet.
And now youre a good man? she asked, her voice thinner than shed like it to be.
I wouldnt say that. But not as dangerous.
Her heart bumped hard against her chest. You were dangerous?
He did nothing more than flash a smile, and this time she was certain she saw a predatory edge to it. I find it best to leave the past buried.
Something about the way he said this sent trail of ice down to the pit of her stomach, making her shiver, causing goose bumps to break out on her arms.
So...I suppose we should finalize things. I have other appointments. She was suddenly very aware of the fact that he was still standing there in a towel, and even more aware of the fact that somewhere over the past couple of minutes she had forgotten. She would love to feel triumphant about that, love to feel triumphant about the fact that she had obviously mastered whatever thing was happening to her when she saw his muscles. But she knew that wasnt the case. That was oversimplifying. She was distracted, and that was unforgivable. Because the moment you became distracted, you revealed your weaknesses. She had done it in the past, and she refused to do it now. Something about him had drawn her in, made her lose her sense of time and space, and she could not allow that to happen again.
As do I. When would you propose we make this official?
Tonight. We had reservations at a private dining room at a restaurant on the Thames. It was very romantic. We had a lovely time.
You really have thought of everything, he said.
I have. Rest assured that several people saw us arrive, and several people saw us leave looking very happy. We came and went by way of the back entrance, so it was only restaurant staff who saw us. Do we have an accord?
He only looked at her for a moment. Then he nodded his head once, his expression unchanging. We have a deal. Your family company is yours once we terminate the engagement, provided you help me establish my charity.
Excellent, she said, trying not to betray the utter relief that had washed over her.
So, what would you have done about your little ruse had I refused you?
She laughed, ignoring the twist of nerves in her stomach. She had done it. She had got his yes. Got him to agree, and now she could leave. She could see the light at the end of a tunnel that was more than a decade long. She could have sagged with relief. Melted straight into a puddle of Victoria on the floor.
But up front, she stood firm. Oh, you were never going to refuse. I knew that. And there were safeguards in place just in case, because Im tidy like that. But they werent needed because you were never going to refuse.
His expression hardened and so did his voice. No, he said, I dont suppose I was.
And with that, I bid you good evening. We will be in touch tomorrow to discuss a ring. Im very classic. I quite like a white diamond.
And Im old-fashioned, as well, he said. I would like very much for my fiance to be surprised by the choice of ring. Failing that, I shall choose the diamond that is most convenient to me.
She gritted her teeth, annoyance spiking through her. Clearly, he was going to fight her every step of the way. Do as you see fit. She nodded once and started to walk out of the room, holding her breath as she moved past him, trying to avoid breathing in the fragrance of soap, skin and a scent that she disturbingly suspected was unique to him. But she kept her posture straight, kept herself from acknowledging the fact that she was affected by him. And with that, she strode out the way that she came in.
Victoria Calder intensely disliked places like this, but she did love a victory. And this one was so close she could taste it.
CHAPTER THREE (#u4a7d9962-27b5-52e8-9ee2-96b7ab84c026)
BY ONE OCLOCK Dmitri Markin had already had a full day. He had sent his personal assistant after a ring. A yellow diamond in a platinum setting, because he wanted to see what Victorias reaction would be to his defiance of her order.
He did not take orders, and she would discover that quickly. He also didnt take well to her coming in and attempting to manipulate him, to take full rein of the situation. So he was taking control now.
He had also alerted the media. Hed told them that the two of them had been involved in a covert relationship for the past couple of months, and that last night it had resulted in an engagement. While they were on a dinner date. Which matched up with witnesses accounts of last nights sighting.
Victoria Calder would realize very quickly that this was his show now. And he would conduct it as he saw fit.
Now all that was left was to speak to his darling fiance, who was currently five minutes late. He did not take kindly to people running late. Of course, it mightve been helpful for him to inform her that she was supposed to meet him with a bit more time for her to actually make the commute to his end of London. She had been somewhere quite a bit away, and traffic would be fairly awful at this time of day, as it was awful at any time of day.
He could very well imagine that she hated to be late, and he had all but guaranteed that she would be. The enjoyment he felt at the thought of her annoyance did somewhat temper his irritation.
And his irritation vanished completely when she burst through the door of his office, with his assistant on her heels, her blond hair escaping from its neat bun, her cheeks pink.
So sorry to keep you waiting. Her tone said that she was anything but sorry; in fact it did not denote apology of any kind. In fact, she sounded quite venomous. He found that quite enjoyable.
She had already backed him into a corner, her logic and facts more persuasive than a cattle prod. And here he was again, faced with a fait accompli. Faced with giving away the very last piece of his twisted soul.
He nearly laughed. Perhaps that would have been an issue if hed had a piece of his soul left. Sadly, he was almost certain he didnt. Not even a twisted one.
I am a very busy man, and I do not like to be kept waiting. He looked behind Victorias shoulder at his very put-out-looking assistant. Of course that does not include you, darling.
He could see Victorias muscles visibly tighten at the endearment, but his assistants face relaxed. Undoubtedly Louise had been afraid an intruder had got past her.
Very giving of you, dearest, Victoria sniffed. She crossed the room, and sat in the chair that was positioned in front of his desk.
That will be all, Louise. His assistant nodded, the relieved expression still on her face as she closed the door. Nice of you to finally join me.
Yes, well, I was at a luncheon. I had to leave, quite abruptly. It was very rude. And I am never rude.
Are you not?
Not in public.
What else dont you do in public?
She blinked. A great many things, she said crisply.
There isnt much I wont do in private. Or in public. He said it to get a rise out of her, but as the words escaped his lips, and as the color deepened in her cheeks, he could not help but experience a rush of heat through his own veins. Because it made him think of all the things that a man could do in public, or private, with a woman like Victoria. Truly, there was very little he would not do with her in either setting. Especially with her.
Then he reminded himself that there was much easier game to be had. He was working with her, using her to his advantage, and that meant sex was most definitely out of the question. Of course, given the fact that they were to be playing at being a couple, and that introducing anyone else into their charade would be something of a liability, it was very likely there would be no sex for the foreseeable future. The thought made him frown. Deeply.
Victoria frowned in return. Why do you look so grumpy? I was only five minutes late.
I was only pondering the specifics of our arrangement, he said.
That word made her brighten. She seemed to relish this entire process and he hadnt decided yet if he trusted her. Well, talking of specifics, I have drawn up some legal documents for us to go over.
That quickly?
She waved a hand. Oh, I had these drawn up weeks ago, when I was first formulating the idea. I know better than to leave these things until the last minute. The last thing you want to do a rush job on is legal documents. I didnt want any reference to our engagement being false in them, but also I need to guarantee that you will in fact hand over the ownership of my fathers company upon the end of our little alliance.
And what makes you think Ill sign this?
She shrugged. Because if you dont, I walk.
I see. He leaned back in his chair, then pushed against the surface of the desk and stood. And where is my guarantee?
If I break off the engagement, then I dont get the company. However, if you break it off, I do. So, if at any point I abandon you, my side of the agreement is void. This is sort of the pre-prenuptial agreement.
Is that something people do nowadays?
Actually, it is.
She reached down and took a folio off the ground, pulling a thick stack of documents out of it. It outlines several things, including what will become of the ring should we break upit returns to youand the fact that Im not entitled to the company should I break things off with you. It also clearly states that upon our marriage the company reverts to me, but if we divorce and its my fault, ownership reverts to you. We need all of this seamless. It has to look legitimate even when its over.
You certainly dont leave things to chance. He examined her fine features, high cheekbones, the delicate rose color in her cheeks, the faint blush of her lips. She was very pale, her blond hair silvery. To some, he imagined she would appear very fragile, but then, that was what made her interesting. The fact that beneath the soft facade she was steel and ice.
She might appear to be an English rose, but she would not be half so easily crushed.
Only fools leave these things to chance. Even the best gamblers are calculating odds, not taking wild stabs in the dark. She placed the stack of papers on his desk and pushed them toward his side. He bent to pick them up, slowly leafing through the pages.
Calculation is important, he said, as he continued to scan the papers. But you should never underestimate the importance of being able to follow your gut. When youre in a fight there often isnt time to play it out like chess, even if it would be ideal. Sometimes you just have to trust that if you need to feint right, your body will feint right.
A nice theory. But that has nothing to do with legalities. What do you think? She looked at him with her sharp blue eyes, her hands folded neatly in her lap.
Everything looks good. He sat back down behind his desk and opened the top drawer, taking out the ring he had stashed in there earlier. The velvet box made a muted sound as he pressed it slowly onto the wooden surface.
She looked down at the box, then back up at him. Is that what I think it is?
That depends on what you think it is. Perhaps you should open it.
She shot him a look that could only be described as annoyed and reached out, taking the box in her hands. She cracked open the lid and for nearly a full second her expression was blank. Tellingly so. It was very difficult to describe the shift that took place between the look on Victorias face when she was genuinely at a loss, and the look that appeared when she was trying to make others believe that she was blas. A subtle softening in her eyes, an added tension around her mouth. It was barely noticeable, but it was there.
By the time she looked up at him she was in full control again. I told you I dont care for colored diamonds.
But it suits you. I made an executive decision.
She arched a brow. It suits me? Or was it just the most convenient diamond?
A smile curved his lips. Does it really matter? Ive made the decision. This is your ring.
So thats how this is going to be?
Let me make one thing perfectly clear, Ms. Calder. You might have come to me, but the moment I agreed it became my game. I do like a challenge, but I also like to win.
She smiled brightly, so brightly that he knew it was false. That may be a problem, because I like to win, too. She tilted her head to the side, her expression taking on a mock thoughtfulness. I did a bit of research on your mentor. He was from New Orleans. Is that correct?
Yes, he said.
Her expression shifted slightly yet again, and this time the smile seemed more genuine. Good. Thats an excellent venue for charity. And a location people enjoy traveling to. Also, it will appeal to the local moneyed class. He could see her mentally tallying everything up, valuing it.
You are terrifying. Has anyone ever told you that before?
Oh yes. She waved her hand dismissively. Ive been told that on many occasions. But I dont like to be idle, and I dont see the point wasting timedo you?
I told you I wanted this rolled out as quickly as possible. Obviously I dont see the point in wasting time. In fact, on that note I have already been in touch with the press to let them know that you and I have decided to marry.
Her pale brows shot upward. Well, excellent.
You seem surprised by my efficiency.
Im accustomed to being the most efficient half of any partnership. As Im sure you can well imagine.
Oh, I can well imagine. He smiled. But this is the first time you have ever worked with me.
A mistake, I think. We might make a fairly deadly duo.
Oh, I am counting on it.
Victoria snapped her folio shut and stood, hands held in front of her, every inch the efficient businesswoman she always seemed. Though, he imagined she wasnt truly a businesswoman. Her reputation was largely as a socialite, and yet she did not appear to be as insubstantial as one tended to assume socialites were. She had all of the strength and steel of someone who was accustomed to doing battle in the boardroom. He knew that she had her own money, mainly from making savvy investments and turning an already-healthy trust fund into a bank account she would be hard-pressed to drain over the course of her lifetime.
He imagined many people underestimated her as a result of her appearance, her petite frame, the fact that she could be easily written off as a lady who lunched and nothing more. He also imagined that some of her strength came from the fact that people underestimated her. Victoria Calder had more dedication, brilliance and determination than half of the CEOs he knew.
Ill be in touch about the New Orleans charity event. Would you like to set a budget?
This is coming out of my pocket, is it?
She waved a hand, a gesture he was becoming used to. Of course it is. Im doing you a service. Naturally you will be paying for it. I will see what I can manage to get donated, of course, but I need to establish a venue, and there will need to be food.
Louise will send you something. He looked down at his computer for a moment, then back up at her. I would prefer not to be bothered by the arrangements. I figure our agreement should have as many perks for me as possible. And somehow I get the impression that planning an event is a perk to you.
It most certainly is. Especially in New Orleans. In the meantime I will be in touch with the media about the event, and I will let them know how deliriously happy I am to be wearing your ring. She picked the ring box up from the desk. Even though yellow is not my color.
I disagree, I think yellow could be your color. You just seem to insist on wearing black. He examined the black pencil skirt and fitted black top she was wearing today. He couldnt deny that she looked striking in black, but still.
You, too, she said, indicating his suit.
Touch. We will be in touch. She turned to go. And Ms. Calder... She turned back to face him. You had better make sure to put the ring on. The press will be expecting it.
The right corner of her lips tugged downward, and she reconfigured the things she was holding, opening the ring box and taking the jewel out. Then she slipped it, rather unceremoniously, onto the fourth finger of her left hand. There she wiggled her fingers are you satisfied?
No, dammit, he wasnt. She was too cold by half, too in control. He didnt like it. And before he could question why, he had stood and rounded the desk.
Not just yet. He closed the distance between them, watching as her blue eyes widened with each step he took nearer to her. You do not look like a woman who has just had an encounter with her fianc.
What do I look like? she asked, tilting her head to the side, her expression still far too composed. All of the color in her cheeks was courtesy of her makeup.
A woman who has just been in a business meeting. And I find that unacceptable.
Her hair was already slightly messy from her trek across the city, but he still felt it wasnt enough. He reached out, pressing his fingers to her temples and sliding his hand backward, fingertips sinking deeply into the softness of her hair. She froze beneath his touch, her eyes widening, her mouth rounding into a perfect O.
He shifted his hold, tugging at the pins that held her bun in place, letting the shimmering locks fall free around her shoulders. He raised his other hand, forking it deeply in her hair, ruffling it slightly as he might have done during a passionate kiss.
For the first time, he thought he might have actually succeeded in shocking her. Oh, certainly hed had moments of surprising her, such as when hed taken her up to his apartment in the gym and talked fake engagement logistics in a towel. But he didnt think he had truly shocked her until this moment.
He was only guessing, of course, because of the way that she held herself so still, because of the way that she looked at him, blue eyes wide and lacking in the kind of sharpness they usually held.
There was something soft there now, something blurry.
His stomach tightened, lust grabbing him by the throat and shaking hard. He was on edge with her, a touch bringing him much closer to losing hold on his control than he would like to admit.
There was no denying that he found her very attractive. No denying that she was very attractive. And he wanted to know what it would be like to undo all those buttons on her blouse, to push that tightly fitted skirt up around her hips, tease her until she cried out, and then sink into her softness.
He wouldnt do any of those things. She had him in a difficult position, and he would not increase the power she had by giving into this unwanted attraction.
She gasped, as though she had read his mind, as though she had seen into his filthy fantasies. But, though he wouldnt act on them, he was fine with her being aware. Let her know. Let her understand. Let her feel the control slip from her grasp as she realized that he was the one with the upper hand.
That, while he felt the attraction, if he chose to act on it, she would be powerless to resist. That he could have her, begging, naked, if he wanted.
The color heightened in her cheeks, as though he really had kissed her. As though he had spoken the words that were running on a loop through his mind out loud.
Thats better. He released his hold on her and took a step backward, much more affected than he should be. Than he cared to be. He had been doing this to exercise control yet again, and yet again, she had tested it. Now you look much more like a woman who has just been with her fianc.
I think the ring wouldve done it, she said, the crystal edge her voice normally held dulled, replaced by something much more husky. Something thicker, richer. And he knew that would be the voice she would use in bed. Soft like velvet and just as luxurious.
Desire slugged him sharply in the gut and he turned away from her. That you think the ring wouldve been enough makes me wonder what you know about relationships, Ms. Calder. Perhaps that is why the engagement to your prince didnt work out?
It was an unkind thing to say, but he didnt really care. He had never much minded whether or not people saw him as kind. In fact, he generally preferred for people to see him as the grumpy bastard he was.
Which was part of his problem now. Hed taken no pains with his reputation at all. His life had opened up wide when hed retired from fighting, when hed earned his money and hed taken the chance to live it as he saw fit. To live without limits.
Too bad the public didnt appreciate his expression of freedom to the same degree that he did.
Fortunately for you, Mr. Markin, I do not need to understand personal relationships. I only need to understand how to improve ones image in the media. I only need to understand how to put on a gala and get a charity running, and on that score I am an expert. Ill let you worry about the rest. You seem to be doing an adequate job. I bid you good day.
And when he turned back around she was gone, and he had the inescapable feeling that she had won a round yet again.
* * *
Victoria spent the next two weeks fielding congratulatory phone calls from friends and family and putting together plans for the launch of the Colvin Davis Foundation. A venue in New Orleans had been selected, local restaurants were providing food as a donation, she had managed to find a minor celebrity to act as master of ceremonies and she was just generally feeling really good about the decisions shed been making lately.
Now that all of her overseas responsibilities had been arranged, she was doing one of her favorite things in the world. She was packing for a trip.
Shed never been to New Orleans before so shed spent the morning researching what she might need to bring, then finding the corresponding items in her closet, making lists of what she didnt have, and planning on when she could buy them.
She and Dmitri would be leaving in just two days. She managed to avoid him in the weeks since theyd made their engagement official. The media was chomping at the bit for a picture of the two of them, but in her mind that was so much the better. Better to leave them wanting than give them too much.
They would make their official debut as a couple at the fantastic and glittering affair she had planned. There, Dmitri would read his mission statement for the charity and cash would flow into the coffers like water flowing forth from a burst dam. She could see it all clearly in her head. More importantly, she could see very clearly the moment when she told her father that she had reclaimed their family business.
The Calder family hadnt been ruined by the loss of London Divano, they were far too successful, with many diverse investments.
But money hadnt been the issue. Not really. It was her fathers pride.
A man of no significant background, hed clawed his way into the elite social circles, earning his fortune through hard work. London Diva had been his flagship company, the means by which hed changed his whole life. And she had lost it.
But of course he had allowed the world to believe that it had been a foolish mistake of his that had cost him the boutique. He had allowed all of those upper-crust snobs to believe theyd been proven right, so that she wouldnt suffer. He had done that to protect her when she had not deserved protection. Even in his anger he had done that for her.
And he had suffered. Invitations to events had all but disappeared, many investors had jumped ship, good friends had proven false. The reputation, the respect her father had worked so hard to achieve, wiped out by one foolish act on her part.
Shed been an idiot with stars in her eyes, feeding vital company information to a man who had so clearly never loved her that just thinking about it now made her cringe.
Yes, the wisdom that came with being a twenty-eight-year-old woman meant that she knew now just how disinterested Nathan had really been. The man had barely kissed her. At the time it seemed romantic. That he was somehow honoring her by refraining from taking her to bed.
The years, and that experience, had made her so much more cynical. She saw it now for what it was. Dear Lord, when a man was trying to take advantage of you and he didnt add sex to that, he was so uninterested there was almost no scale by which to measure it.
And when she remembered her ultimate humiliation... No. She wouldnt remember it.
She was organizing. She was in her happy place. She pulled out a few of her favorite outfits and walked out of the closet and into her bedroom, laying each carefully hung and wrapped ensemble on the bed. She stood there for a moment regarding them when her phone started buzzing from its position on the comforter.
She saw her fathers name and her heart did a shimmy up to her throat. She hadnt spoken to him since shed made the engagement with Dmitri official. Mainly, she spoke to her father when she went home for dinner with him once a month. Being with him was difficult. Ever since her mistake it had been.
But then, it was sort of difficult to sit down to a meal with someone youd betrayed so badly, whether or not youd done it on purpose.
She took a breath to try to dispel the tension in her chest and picked up the phone. Hello, Dad.
Hello, Victoria. What is this I see about your engagement?
He was not one for preamble, her father. Oh, yes. That. I was going to ring you about that.
Shed intended to ring him about it a couple of weeks ago. Shed intended to ring him about it last week, too. She also intended to ring him about it last night. But every time she had started to dial his number shed got cold feet. After the way the Stavros thing had blown up she hadnt been feeling very keen. Because she knew that this time her father would be suspicious of it working out, and in the end of course he would be right, because she didnt intend to marry Dmitri. But it wouldnt matter in the end because she would have returned what she had lost. Even so, it was a conversation she had been delaying purposefully.
I confess I did not expect to read about my only childs engagement in the newspaper.
Yes, well. That is unfortunate. I was quite surprised when Dmitri asked, and given his position the press is all over it of course.
Her father continued on without pausing. He owns London Diva.
Yes bugger, she had been caught out he does. I am aware of that.
What is it you are doing, Victoria?
Getting married. She looked down at her manicured hands. I am of marriageable age. Past, really. Its about time, honestly. But yes, I was feeling hesitant about calling you because of circumstances being what they are. Dmitris ownership of what was formerly our family business, and of course my aborted arrangement with Stavros.
You are in love with him? It wasnt concern she heard in her fathers voice, rather, a cold curiosity.
Honestly, Dad, Im much more concerned with practicalities than I am with love. But I am very fond of him.
Her father chuckled. Neatly done, Victoria. If you had said that you are madly in love with him I would have known you were lying.
Her fathers words disconcerted her somewhat. She had gone out of her way to change. To learn from her mistakes. To think with her head, rather than letting her heart lead. Even so, it did hurt a little bit to hear someone elses assessment of her and her character.
But then, considering she had enlisted the services of a matchmaker to help her find a suitable and dispassionate marriage, she supposed she couldnt blame her father. No, the blame rested squarely with herself. The thing was, she really didnt care much about love, unless she was thinking in terms of avoiding it.
Right. Well. Not lying. Are you concerned for my well-being...or...?
You have a tendency to land yourself on the wrong side of men. Are you sure I wont have another scandal to clean up in the next few months?
Shame, anger, sadness, threatened to choke her. Well, I dont plan on it.
Then what are you planning? What are your goals concerning London Diva?
Her throat constricted, drying. This was her moment. Much earlier than she had expected to have it. She hadnt intended to say anything until she was able to present him with a document stating legal ownership. But of course he would know that Dmitri was the one who now held ownership, and of course he would be suspicious of the link. She simply wasnt capable of playing stupid.
My plans are to return London Diva to its rightful place.
There was a brief pause. Well see. No vote of confidence. No request she rethink an engagement purely for the sake of the family business. Nothing more. He simply rang off.
His response wasnt surprising. She should expect his indifference and lack of confidence at this point. But it still hurt. Every time.
Im going to fix it, she said, the silence of her bedroom only slightly less responsive than her father.
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Maisey Yates
Тип: электронная книга
Жанр: Современные любовные романы
Язык: на английском языке
Издательство: HarperCollins
Дата публикации: 16.04.2024
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