Taming the French Tycoon
Taming the French Tycoon
Rebecca Winters
Can she melt his frozen heart?Since taking over the luxurious Ferriers perfume brand, new CEO Jasmine Martin has been fighting an uphill battle to prove she deserves her high-powered position! Especially to brooding tycoon Luc Charriere, the most distractingly handsome man shes ever metLuc doesnt trust easily, but Jasmine needs his help, and something in her beautiful blue eyes tempts him to offer his support. And when Luc realises how much he cares for her, hell risk everything to keep the woman who stole his heart by his side
So you have no interest in me except for what I've been able to do for you.
Her features hardened. I came to you with a business proposition. You know how grateful I am for what you've done for me
But it's all work and no play, even though you're separated from your beloved by thousands of miles?
Those blue eyes looked haunted. What do you want from me?
How about honesty?
I'm being honest Her voice trembled.
The heck you are he whispered fiercely. Having taken all he could, he pulled her close so their mouths were almost touching. I'm feeling something I've never felt before, and I know you're feeling it too, but your guilt is preventing you from admitting it. The fact that guilt is getting in the way means you couldn't possibly love this man the way you should.
A strangled moan escaped her lips.
I'm going to kiss you, Jasmine, and then we'll know for a certainty.
Luc found her mouth and coaxed her lips apart. In the next instant he felt her begin to kiss him back with such answering hunger it took his breath.
He'd wanted this kiss to happen for so long, and now that it had he couldn't stop. Her passionate response took them to a deeper level until they both moaned with pleasure.
Taming the French Tycoon
Rebecca Winters
www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)
REBECCA WINTERS whose family of four children has now swelled to include five beautiful grandchildren, lives in Salt Lake City, Utah, in the land of the Rocky Mountains. With canyons and high alpine meadows full of wildflowers, she never runs out of places to explore. They, plus her favourite vacation spots in Europe, often end up as backgrounds for her romance novels, because writing is her passion, along with her family and church.
Rebecca loves to hear from readers. If you wish to e-mail her, please visit her website: www.cleanromances.com (http://www.cleanromances.com).
Contents
Cover (#u98d924d0-7347-514a-80b0-95fcab542ada)
Introduction (#ufb1154eb-dbe9-5164-9290-065fd774450a)
Title Page (#u26abba49-47f5-5fe7-a425-5acb82994fa3)
About the Author (#ub9922948-8c31-53b0-b1e1-2250848a7260)
CHAPTER ONE (#ulink_7486b6ab-30c2-5693-b6ee-1087ea1a0430)
CHAPTER TWO (#ulink_4f49fed4-94c9-5df3-ab67-04821d5df555)
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CHAPTER ONE (#ulink_14e3c423-64d2-5704-8f8e-9663ea87eaad)
May
WITH HIS BANKING business done in Cyprus, Luc had taken a rare morning off to visit Yeronisos before flying back to France. Hed always had an interest in archaeology and the tiny island off the coast was thought to be the site of the temple of Apollo. Theyd dug up foundations, walls, coins, amulets, wine jugs, and much more. So far the items had been traced to Alexandria, three hundred miles away.
Evidently Cleopatra, queen of Egypt, had possessed the resources to build here on the top of these seventy-foot cliffs that kept visitors away. Yeronisos was so inaccessible they called it a virgin island because it had remained much as it had been when man had first come there over ten thousand years ago.
Luc had walked around the excavations for an hour and found it a totally fascinating place where he could indulge his passion, but then a boatload of male teenagers had arrived in a dinghy to disturb its tranquility. Instead of studying antiquities, theyd come to cliff dive, a foolhardy pursuit with the waters churning at the base because of a swift current. There was a sign that forbade it, but this group paid no heed.
Deciding it was time to go, he descended the steep steps. The warm May sun forced him to put on his sunglasses to cut the glint reflecting off the deep blue water. When he looked out, another dinghy was approaching. He returned to the speedboat hed rented and started untying the ropes at the dock.
While he was doing so, the boat pulled in behind him and more young divers jumped out. He recognized their eagerness as they scrambled up the side of the island to get to the top and challenge the elements.
Stepping into his boat, he happened to glance at the last guy to leave the dinghy. But it turned out to be a young woman wearing a backpack. She had a pair of the most fabulous long legs hed ever seen. A T-shirt over her bikini couldnt hide the voluptuous mold of her body. A dark braid circled her well-shaped head.
As she passed him, he found himself staring into an incredibly lovely face. Classic, with high cheekbones and a provocative mouth. She reminded him a little of Sabine, the girl hed loved and lost in a plane crash years ago, but sunglasses covered this womans eyes so he couldnt see their color. With her attention focused on the top of the cliff, he doubted shed noticed him. Shed come here with all those hormone-filled idiots?
In the background came the excited shouts from the divers already launching themselves into the dangerous, swirling waters. One by one, they jumped into the huge swells and then had to swim for their lives to reach the rocky walls of the cliff. When he heard several bloodcurdling screams among the shouts, his emotions suddenly morphed into gut-wrenching pain as he was transported back to his last year in high school.
During those years he and his friends had felt immortal. In their crazy exuberance, theyd decided to go skydiving. But it had ended in horror when their plane crashed against a hillside. Out of the six, four of them survived. The other two had perished, one of them being Sabine.
His fear for the divers safety intensified, causing his body to tense. Any one of them could be killed doing something so reckless. Luc knew all about it. He broke out in a cold sweat watching the attractive female make her way to the bottom of the steps that would take her to the top of the cliff. He thought of Sabine and couldnt bear to see this woman hurt or possibly killed doing something so reckless.
She was young like theyd once been, eager for adventure and heedless of the danger. Didnt she know her body could be tossed against the rocks and knocked unconscious or worse? Fearful for the welfare of this beautiful woman, he climbed out onto the dock again and called to her.
She stopped and turned around. Yes? she answered in French. Were you speaking to me?
The sight of her made his heart beat faster, a reaction he hadnt felt for a woman in years. Havent you read the sign? No cliff jumping! You heard those screams. Dont you realize that what your group is doing could end in fatalities?
Her arched brows frowned. If its your job to enforce the rule, you should have stopped the group in the first dinghy.
He moved closer to her. Its anyones job to stop a bunch of headstrong young people from bringing harm to themselves. Without thinking he said, Id hate to see a lovely woman like you lose your life for a thrill. Have you no concern for your family or loved ones who would be devastated if anything happened to you? Luc would never forget the pain.
She stared at him for a full minute. One corner of her mouth lifted in a mocking curve. Flicitations, monsieur. Thats the most original pick-up line any Frenchman has ever thrown at me and believe me, Ive heard the best of them.
Frenchman? That was an odd thing for her to say since she was French. Her response stunned him in more ways than one. You think thats what Im doing?
It looks that way to me. Im wondering how often you loiter at the dock, lying in wait for an unsuspecting, accessible female to detain.
What? he almost hissed the word.
If Im wrong...je regrette. She shrugged her shoulders. Is it possible you never did anything so daring as cliff jump when you were young? Might I point out that you took your life in your hands just coming out here in your speedboat rental?
Luc had to tamp down his temper, caught between his concern for her welfare and her provocative insinuations about him. In what way? his voice grated.
Surely you know the Mediterranean has its share of great white sharks. What are you? Approaching forty? I hope youre still a good swimmer in case you should meet with an accident at sea. A rental boat isnt always reliable, but try to enjoy your sedentary day anyway instead of attempting to ruin it for everyone else. Ciao.
In the next breath, she started up the steps with surprising speed to reach her destination.
Between the disturbing flashback and their shocking conversation, Luc had been thrown into a particularly foul mood. He got in the boat without looking back. Once hed started the engine and edged away from the dock, he headed for the mainland.
When he thought about it, he could imagine that many a man had lain in wait for her, thus her ready defense, which was damn off-putting. The female whod clashed with him was probably twenty, maybe twenty-one, but hed found out she could take care of herself without effort. Before the plane crash he might have done exactly what shed accused him of doing in order to get to know her.
To his chagrin, the vision of the captivating young woman stayed with him long after his flight home, as he picked up his car at the airport and drove to his villa in Cagnes-sur-Mer outside Nice. In that moment when he could imagine their outing ending in tragedy, the memory of the plane crash had swept over him. Hed wanted to spare her from plunging to her death. Instead shed managed to get under his skin.
Though born with an adventurous spirit, he was no longer willing to take risks when life was so precious. Over the last fifteen years hed grown particularly cautious when it came to making landmark business decisions that could affect not only his professional life, but his familys welfare and reputation.
The plane crash had changed him into a different person. Hed learned the meaning of mortality. That caution had also kept him out of involved personal relationships that could put his emotions in jeopardy. It was the reason he hadnt cut the motor and reached for his binoculars to watch her defy danger because she thought she was immortal. He needed to put her and the incident out of his mind.
* * *
Jasmine reached the top of the island with only a little time to spare. The dinghy full of guys eager to cliff dive had been rented for two hours. Since this group of teens had room in the boat for her, shed ridden to the island with them, glad she didnt have to drive a boat herself.
While they jumped, this would be her one and only chance to take pictures of the excavations before she couriered the negatives to the publisher. With this last task done, the book could be printed by the end of the month and ready for the distribution date. She was no photographer, but it didnt matter as long as they turned out.
To her chagrin, the encounter with the man at the dock had shaken her. He wasnt anything like Andr, the French guy with the seductive way of talking. Shed dated him a little at university before dropping him because hed turned out to be way too controlling. But just now, when the stranger in sunglasses had come at her about the dangers of cliff jumping, she had been reminded of Andr, and her adrenaline had taken over in a negative way.
With hindsight, Jasmine realized shed been ruder to this man than any male shed ever met. The trouble was, with his unruly black hair and strong masculine features, he was all male and breathtaking in those white shorts that hung low on his hips.
Her instant attraction to him had come as a tremendous surprise. That was why his erroneous conclusion about her reason for being there had caused her temper to flare. She wasnt some foolish teenager, yet hed put her in that category. Little did he know, she thought the cliff jumpers were crazy too, but shed grown up with older brothers and knew you couldnt stop them if they saw a challenge.
If only the man had just stopped there, but he hadnt. It was the mention of family that had hit a nerve where her guilt lurked. Where did he get off implying that Jasmine didnt care about them? The intensity of his attack had caught her on the raw, creating a negative reaction in her that went volatile.
In retaliation, shed hurtled little insults back at him like darts thrown at balloons, hoping to damage his ego, but she doubted hed felt them. He was most likely in his early thirties. Being rock-hard lean and fit, she imagined he could outswim a shark. Deep down, she knew he was the kind of man who could have any woman he wanted and didnt need to hang around some lonely outpost waiting for an opportunity.
For the next hour, she concentrated on her task, trying to shake off the encounter. Once finished, she went back down to the dock and ate her lunch while she waited in the dinghy for the others. The speedboat had long since gone. She wondered what the man had been doing there in the first place, but why she cared was quite beyond her when she was still smarting from their confrontation.
Pretty soon, the first dinghy filled up and took off. A few minutes later, the others divers came running. She learned that one of the guys had cut his lower leg open. Someone had wrapped it in a towel, but he needed medical help. They left for the mainland, where shed parked her rental car at the boating concession.
Jasmine looked around, but didnt see the man with whom shed traded insults. She was relieved he hadnt been there to watch them come ashore with the injured teen. She could just imagine his I told you so smirk as the guy was lifted into the ambulance.
There was something wrong for her still to be thinking about him. Determined to put the incident behind her, she got in her car and drove the short distance to Nicosia. From the airport there she would catch her afternoon flight back to France.
Later in the day, when the plane began its descent to the Nice airport, it dawned her that the stranger had spoken with a distinct, cultured Ni?ois accent. A small shiver raced through her body to think he might actually live here, but the chances of bumping into him again were astronomical. How absurd to imagine such a thing happening.
For the second time today, she had to ask herself why it mattered when she had earthshaking events on her mind and little time to accomplish all that had to be done by midsummer.
July
When the phone rang at six-thirty a.m. Friday morning, Jasmine was awake, but she hadnt gotten out of bed yet. To her shock, shed been dreaming about the stranger on Yeronisos again. Visions of him had been filtering through her mind for the last two months and she was sick of it. Her fantasy of seeing him again was absolutely crazy!
Thank heaven today was her twenty-sixth birthday, the day she and her papa had planned out in detail before his death. She could put aside the memory of this man whod been haunting her dreams and deal with real problems. Jasmine glanced at the caller ID. Sure enough it was Robert Lambert, her grandfathers attorney, calling right on cue.
Jasmine clicked on. Bonjour, Robert.
Bon anniversaire to you, Jasmine. I know its early, but we dont have a lot of time before the staff meeting at ten in the conference room.
Ill be ready. Shed been getting ready for this day for a long, long time.
Excellent. Per your grandfathers wishes, you will be interviewed in his laboratory for tonights six oclock news. The arrangements have already been made. He wanted it announced over the air before the day was out to quiet anyone who wasnt on board.
Im all prepared for it.
Not only had her grandfather hated publicity, hed never let outsiders step foot inside his laboratory. For him to sanction a television interview in the place where hed worked all his life indicated an intimacy between him and Jasmine the viewers couldnt possibly misinterpret.
Meet me at nine-thirty to discuss one more matter with you before everyone else arrives at ten. Do you have any questions?
No. At this point I want to thank you for all youve done and are doing to help me. I couldnt do this without you. Papa knew that.
We both miss your papa. Knowing where he is now, Im sure hes happy this day has come for many reasons.
I agree. See you soon.
They both clicked off.
It was really happening.
The second she hung up, her phone rang again. She glanced at the caller ID. This time it was her parents. Recurring guilt stabbed at her because she was spending yet another birthday away from home. Thankfully it would be for the last time.
After picking up, she cried, Mom? Dad?
Its your dad, my darlin birthday girl. We miss you so much, we gathered the whole family together and decided to fly over to celebrate this weekend with you.
A soft gasp escaped. You mean youre here?
Yes. All twelve of us. We just landed. Your moms helping Melissa with Cory, or shed get on the phone. Your three-year-old nephew has a hard time sitting still. Well be at the house in an hour.
Jasmine could hardly take it in. They had no idea about the elaborate plans she and her papa had made. They didnt know that today she would be attending a board meeting that was going to change history.
Instead of phoning them after it was over as shed intended, she would have to divulge the secret she and her grandfather had been planning the minute they arrived at the house. In truth, she was thrilled theyd come. Shed never needed their support more. II cant wait to see you, she said in a tremulous voice.
You dont know the half of it, Sparkles. See you in a little while.
Oh, Dad Emotions of love and guilt made her throat swell before she heard the click. Hed called her that from the time she was a little girl. What made this so hard was the fact that she hadnt always been home for important events.
Since her grandparents had died, shed been working secretly behind the scenes to develop a perfume to help save the company. Her papa had sworn her to secrecy, even from her parents.
For the last few months, shed felt estranged from them, which had never happened before. Her dad was particularly upset for her mother, who was missing Jasmine terribly and didnt understand why she hadnt been home for so long. When theyd hung up, Jasmine had felt his crushing disappointment and it had almost destroyed her.
But now that it was her birthday, everything was going to change. Within a month she would set certain things right and then go home to her family and spend the rest of her life proving her love for them. Her silly idea of marrying a cowboy was a fantasy of course, but she was going home for good!
After hanging up, she alerted the housekeeper that her family would be descending within the hour. Then she hurried to shower and wash her hair. To her shock, the strangers comment about her lack of concern for her familys feelings unexpectedly flashed through her mind again, pressing on her awful guilt..
It infuriated her that the memory of his off-base remarks lingered to torment her. She couldnt believe that after two months she was still thinking about him when she had a board meeting to dress for. Jasmine had never attended one, but knew she needed to wear something conservative.
Her new three-piece suit with the knit jacket, pencil skirt and shell in soft peach would project the right image. Not over-or underdressed. Shed wear her hair caught back at the nape and put on her small pearl earrings. This was the kind of outfit her grandmother would have worn to such a meeting with Jasmines papa.
* * *
Luc realized he needed a break from banking business and was ready for a relaxing weekend. But when he called his good friend Nic Valfort to go deep-sea fishing, he learned Nic was on a trip to the States with his new wife and wouldnt be back for another three days.
Somehow Luc needed to throw off this obsession over the woman on Yeronisos. Why in the hell couldnt he get her out of his mind? Hed found himself fantasizing about her, which was ridiculous when he knew hed never see her again.
Somehow he had to think about something else. Being with Nic would have helped. He and Nic had met at college and had been friends ever since, like their grandfathers, whod done business together in the past.
Between the plane crash that had marred Lucs life and the tragedy that had befallen Nics first wife, the men had suffered grief at different periods and could relate. Luc enjoyed being with him whenever they could break away.
But since Nics second marriage, they hadnt seen much of each other. His friend was ecstatically happy with his new American wife. After he got back from California, Luc would call him so they could get together.
As for tonight, there would be a party with his family to celebrate one of his cousins birthdays. While he was getting ready to leave his suite, his assistant, Thomas, buzzed him. It had better be important because he was already late.
Oui?
I just got a heads-up from one of our sources in Paris. Turn on your TV. Hurry!
More terrorism?
This news could be worse for us depending on the outcome.
A frown marred Lucs Gallic features. He reached for the remote in his desk drawer and clicked on to the six oclock news. He paid Thomas well to keep his ear to the ground.
Good evening, everyone. On this Friday, were coming to you from Chaine Huit in Paris, France, with breaking news that is already rocking the international perfuming community. Today, a stunning announcement came from Grasse, France, the perfume capital of the world, causing a negative fluctuation in the stock market.
Tension lines deepened around Lucs mouth.
Within the last twenty-four hours, the iconic House of Ferrier has undergone a dramatic new change in management.
A cold sweat broke out on his body. What change? No one had informed Luc.
The former biggest moneymaker in the perfume industry was one of the banks top clients and had been for ninety years. But two years ago the head of Ferriers had died and the business had slowly started losing revenue. A few months later, Lucs own grandfather had passed away of a bad heart, making Luc the CEO of the bank.
Though the world didnt know it yet, the quarterly gross sales reports indicated a declining percentage in Ferrierss profits. Not totally alarming yet, but still, Luc was worried. Since his grandfather had been Maxim Ferriers banker, Luc had been the one to take over their various accounts in order to maximize the assets in an unstable economy. It was one of the reasons hed gone to Nicosia in May and again in June.
But without the proper leadership hed worried about the future of a company that had been part of the backbone of the French economy for close to a century. If it failed, the economic structure of Southern France would be jeopardized. Like many other businesses, Ferriers had stayed alive all these years. If it continued to go downhill, the bank would be affected.
Two years ago, the world lost the greatest perfumer of our time, Maxim Ferrier, at sixty-eight years of age. Balmain, Dior, Givenchy, Caron, Guerlain, Chanel, Balenciaga, Estee Lauder, Rochas, Fragonard, Ricci, Lenthericall the great major perfume houses considered him an icon the world will never see again.
Since his death, the company has been run by the family and other staff who made up the board while he was alive. But today, they have finally appointed a new head.
Luc ground his teeth. As hed already found out, none of them had the Midas touch of the legendary perfumer himself. Who in heavens name would they have found and brought in to turn things around? Absolutely no one from any other perfume house in the world had Maxim Ferriers genius. Not in this generation. Probably not for another hundred years.
Spill it! Luc muttered furiously to the TV anchorman, who knew this broadcast was making the kind of news the media lived and died for and was milking it for all he was worth.
Our station is the first to announce the name of Jasmine Martin, a total unknown, who has been put at the helm. Shes an unmarried twenty-six-year-old with no formal job experience and has brought no resume to the position of the multibillion-dollar corporation.
What? In a state of shock, Luc shot to his feet.
Its an unprecedented move since only two men have ever held that coveted position in the Ferrier perfume empire...Maxim Ferrier, and before him, his uncle, Paul Ferrier, whose father had run a flower farm in the very beginning. Right now, were taking you live to the sacrosanct laboratory of the brilliant perfumer in Grasse. Our anchorman, Michel Didier, is standing by there, ready to interview her.
While Luc walked over to the TV screen to get a closer look, the other anchorman introduced himself.
Good evening from our network in Grasse. Ive been invited inside the room where Maxim Ferrier himself developed his famous formula for Night Scent, a perfume that won every award and still tops perfume sales around the globe. This is a privilege for me and all our viewers. The whole world is waiting to meet you, Jasmine. May I call you that?
Of course.
As the camera panned in on her, a cry of shock escaped Lucs throat. Noit couldnt be!
Hers was the beautiful face hed seen at the dock on Yeronisos! He took a deep breath, trying to comprehend it. The woman whod given Luc battle before hed watched her charge up those steep steps, possibly to her death, was Jasmine Martin? The new CEO at Ferriers?
His dark head reared. Hed never thought to see her again. Yet there she was in the flesh, that fiery beauty hed been fantasizing about every night.
How was it that she of all people on this planet had been made head of one of the most iconic companies in France? She was a daredevil whod insinuated that Luc was on his way to middle age before shed ignored him and gone straight up the cliff to jump off. He rubbed the back of his neck in consternation.
It defied logic that a woman so careless with her own life was now running a billion-dollar corporation. Luc was so incredulous over what had been announced, he couldnt make sense of anything.
This evening she wore her hair caught back at the nape. Instead of wearing a T-shirt and bikini, she was dressed in a peach-colored suit that revealed her gorgeous figure.
Behind her were stacked rows of hundreds of bottles, reminding him of the wizards shop in the Harry Potter film hed seen with two of his nephews. Those magic potions that still delighted moviegoers everywhere.
Yet the potions behind this woman had worked their own special magic in the cosmetic world, yielding billions of dollars in revenue.
I have many questions to ask. But for all those watching our broadcast around the globe, this question is foremost in everyones mind. How did you of all people, of all women, get picked, and at such a young age?
An impish smile broke out on her alluring face. Lucs breath caught. The memory of their heated exchange had caused him one restless night after another since his return. Twenty-six meant she was older than hed thought, but it still rankled that shed dared to accuse him of trying to pick her up.
She folded her arms and lounged against the edge of the lab table.
Youre going to get your scoop now, Michel, she teased with that same audacious maturity, so at odds with her lack of judgment when it came to her safety. There was a twinkle in her dark blue eyes. The first time theyd met shed been wearing sunglasses. Luc had to admit hed never seen anyone so natural in front of the camera. Im Maxim Ferriers youngest grandchild.
Grandchild?
The well-known anchorman was taken by total surprise and looked as blown away as Luc felt.
Since I came along last of his twenty-one grandchildren, he nicknamed me Jasmine. Thats because Jasmine is the flower harvested last in October. He said it was his favorite flower because of its beguiling scent. Though my parents named me Blanchette after my mother, his name for me stuck.
Michel shook his head. Just keep talking. I wont interrupt because Im speechless and enchanted, and I know everyone else is too.
Her gentle laugh reached down to burrow inside a disbelieving Luc, who couldnt comprehend any of it. I used to hang around my papa. I thought of him as this amazing sorcerer and pretended to be his apprentice. He never seemed to mind.
Obviously not, the journalist interjected. Tell the audience why you think he chose you to run the company.
He once told me I was the only one in the family who got the nose. Not his own children and not any of his grandchildren got it, he said. Just me. I thought he meant I had a Roman nose like a horse. I was so hurt I ran out of the lab crying. He had no idea how much I loved him, but I was horrified that he thought I was ugly.
The anchorman laughed heartily, but Lucs throat closed up with emotion. Children were so literal, as hed learned from being around his own nieces and nephews.
Then he came after me and explained what he meant. He said I was so smart, he thought I knew what a nose was. He said I had a beautiful nose like my grandma. But he was referring to the fact that after sixty years, another perfumer had been born in the family, someone like himself who could identify scents. That person was moi and he was overjoyed.
Michel smiled. No wonder he named you to succeed him.
I still cant believe he did that and I am still trying to come to grips with it. No one could ever fill his shoes. Im stunned to think he believed I could.
Im not surprised youre in shock, the anchorman commented at last. He stared at the camera. Mesdames et messieurs, you couldnt make up a Cinderella story as unusual as this, not in a hundred years. I wish we had more time for the interview. Before we have to end this segment, the audience wants to hear about your grandmother.
We know she was a great beauty right up to the time of her passing. Not only was she a devoted wife, she was a great intellect who authored several books.
She was fabulous.
While you were growing up, you must have known over the years that the international press touted them the most beautiful couple in the world. The French have called them the Charles Boyer and Marlene Dietrich of the modern era. American media labeled him more handsome and sophisticated than Cary Grant. She has been compared to Grace Kelly and Princess Diana. What do you say to that, Jasmine?
What more can I add? They were beautiful people from that era, inside and out. She loved him so much, she died three months later.
Luc hated to admit it, but part of him was spellbound by her and knew the anchorman was too.
After seeing this broadcast, people will say you inherited her beauty.
No woman could ever compare to her. If you could have heard my papa on the subject. If ever a man loved a woman...
Luc heard the tremor in her voice and couldnt help but be moved by her humility. He could never have imagined this side of her after their explosive meeting on Yeronisos. Unless this was all playacting. If so, she was the greatest actress hed ever known.
Is it true he never gave an interview in his life?
Thats right. He disliked publicity of any kind. Im only doing this one interview because our family has been besieged by the media for years. The outpouring of public sentiment over their deaths has been so touching and overwhelming, I hoped to be able to thank them through your program.
Its a personal honor for me, Ms. Martin. Would it be too forward of me to ask if theres a special man in your life?
Since you asked so nicely, Ill answer with a yes, it would. But she said it with a mocking little curve of her mouth that made Lucs emotions churn in remembrance of her erroneous assumption about him. The anchorman was quick to recover, but he looked embarrassed. Luc knew what it felt like to be slammed by her like that, although shed been gentler with the other man.
Message received. Wasnt your grandfather the one who coined the phrase, Provence is Gods garden?
Oh, no, but he often expressed that sentiment to me.
While youve been talking, I found another passage in your grandmothers book where she quotes him. He must have been writing about you.
Jasmine seems to be a flower made for nostalgia. It grows in doorways and winds over arches, linking it to the intimacy of home. It begins to bloom as the days become hotter, and it releases its scent at the hour when tables are set in the garden or in narrow lanes. It is associated with the melancholy of dusk and the conviviality of summer evenings. Its fragrance permeates the air, making it a background for love.
She cleared her throat. I remember him saying those words. I think Papa had a love affair with flowers all his life.
Watching this interview had tied Luc in knots. The woman hed met two months ago was nothing like the flower just described.
The anchorman nodded. For those of you who still arent aware, the book Jasmines grandmother wrote, Where Theres Smoke, is the definitive source on the life work of Maxim Ferrier. Its being reissued in a second edition with several sections of new information to coincide with the announcement of the new head of Ferriers and will be out on the stands tomorrow. When the first edition of the book came out, it became number one on bestseller lists worldwide. I confess I was enthralled by it.
Thank you. Grandma worked on it for years. After my papa died, she had it published to honor him.
No one knew him better than she did, except for you, who came in a close second. Again Luc saw the secret curve in her smile that reminded him of the way shed smiled at him before letting him have it. The sensation twisted his gut as much now as then.
Let me read one last thing your grandmother quoted from her husband. An exceptional perfume has a top note to entice, followed by the rich character of its middle note. Then comes the end note to bind all three, supplying the depth and solidity needed to make a lasting signature. He was a poet, wasnt he?
Papa was so many things, I hardly know where to begin.
I wish we didnt have to stop. Thank you for letting us see inside your world. Its been an honor and privilege.
For me too.
Congratulations on your new position, chosen by the head man himself. What greater endorsement, nest-ce pas? He turned to the camera. Thats it for now from Grasse. Back to you in Paris.
Luc shut off the TV, stunned out of his mind by her interview. A bomb had been dropped. He was still trying to recover from the fallout. Pacing the floor, he realized this meant he would be dealing with her in the future. His heart thudded at the very thought of it.
Now that the news had gone global, anything could happen and probably had behind closed doors at Ferriers. He couldnt imagine the members of the Ferrier board, twice or triple her age and most of them family, tolerating the granddaughter to become the head of the company. If they knew what Luc knew...
This was nepotism at its best. Either Maxim Ferrier had become senile toward the end, or shed had him wrapped around her little finger because shed inherited his gift. But that gift didnt mean she had the grasp for business or the necessary ability to run one of the most famous companies in existence. Thered been no mention of her education. She had no work experience. As far as he was concerned, she had no common sense either.
The Ferrier board had to have the same opinion about her and would soon find a way to vote her out. But until then Luc would have to be extra careful how he proceeded when the day came he had his first business meeting with her. Frankly, he couldnt imagine it after their explosive encounter on the island. Yet, to his dismay, the thought of being with her again charged every cell in his body.
Luc?
It had been a long time since Thomas had walked in without knocking, but Luc understood why. His assistant looked dazed. I never saw or heard anything so amazing in my life.
Youre not alone, Thomas.
Shes more beautiful than her grandmother was, if thats possible.
It was possible. The image of her standing at the base of the cliff had never left him. But there were imperfect parts of her the camera hadnt seen, parts that he felt spelled a lot more trouble for Ferriers.
I still cant believe shes the new face and power at Ferriers. She may be Maxim Ferriers favorite and worth millions herself, but she looks too young and defenseless to go to battle against dynasty builders with three times her age and experience.
Luc would have thought the same thing if he hadnt been the recipient of her words, which could slice and dice a man to shreds in seconds. His assistant wouldnt see her as a defenseless woman if hed watched her attack that rocky island on those breathtaking limbs of hers with the strength and agility of a military frogman.
Thomass eyes gleamed. This means that from now on youll be meeting with her instead of Giles LeC he started to say, but Luc stopped him right there because he didnt want to hear it. He needed time for the news to sink in first.
Im late for a party and have to run. See you on Monday. He left by his private exit. It opened into a hallway leading to the private parking lot with a security guard.
Ever since the incident in Cyprus, hed fought the temptation to find out who she was. A simple phone call to the boating concession that rented dinghies would have told him what he wanted to know, but somehow hed managed to stop himself in time.
Dieu merci he hadnt let the desire to meet her in person and set her straight about a few things outweigh his innate caution. Otherwise, she truly would have had the last laugh knowing the director of the Banque Internationale du Midi was a voyeur stalking beautiful young women throughout the Mediterranean while on vacation.
The bank couldnt afford to lose one of the biggest accounts since its inception. No matter how acerbic her words, no matter how shallow he found her for being willing to throw her life away for a thrill, no matter how disappointed he was in Maxim Ferriers decision to put a young loose cannon like her in charge, Luc could do nothing but stand by to watch a catastrophe in the making. And despise himself for being more attracted to her than ever.
CHAPTER TWO (#ulink_10a4f63a-89e2-5295-b1f9-83ea0a338eab)
ON WEDNESDAY MORNING, Jasmine saw her family off at Nice airport. Shed promised them that in a month shed be on her way back home in Idaho for good. Before they boarded the jet, the pain in her parents eyes revealed their disbelief that she would keep her promise. That look had stabbed her with fresh grief.
They didnt know that the glimpse of her life shed described in front of the TV camera on Friday belonged to the past. Her grandparents were gone. Once shed carried out her papas last wisheswishes no one else in the whole world knew about except her and his attorneythere was nothing more to keep her in France. But until shed carried out this plan and moved back to Idaho, they wouldnt believe she really did want to go home for good.
After assuring them that she would arrive in time for their thirtieth wedding anniversary party in August, she headed for the Banque Internationale du Midi with a growing pit in her stomach.
Papa? she said to the air growing hotter by the minute under a July sun. I carried off the first part of our plan on TV. Now I hope to pull off this second part, but Im nervous. In case I get into trouble, Ill need your help or I wont be able to put the third part into motion. Do you hear me?
Last Fridays media announcement had turned the entire Ferrier clan inside out as she had known it would, as her papa, though dead now, had known it would once Robert had read the will at the board meeting.
She knew positively that several of them, including non-family members of the board, had hoped to be named successor when the will was finally read. Of late theyd made no secret about it.
Jasmines French mother and American father, along with her siblings, were known as the American faction of her grandparents progeny. They didnt want to be involved in company business.
But all the other Ferriers lived in France and existed to promote the company. Some of them were situated in Paris with key positions at the perfumery. The rest had never left the environs of Nice that included Grasse. All of them worked for Ferriers in one capacity or other.
In the beginning, thered been one small foundry in Grasse. In time, thirty distilleries dotted the Basses-Alpes, and the Alpes-Maritime regions. Her papa had his own small private lab in Grasse and eventually divided his time between the perfumery in Hyeres, and the other one in Paris. Little by little, the company expanded until hed had the big perfumery built in Grasse.
Naturally everyone in the extended family had a huge vested interest in everything that went on. Jasmine loved them all. They were wonderful people. But when it came to families doing business together in a company with a history and heritage like theirs, emotions ran off the charts. Envy, pride and, in some cases, even greed had crept in.
For them to hear that Jasmine of all people had been named, as Michel Didier had saida woman, the youngest nobody in the familyit had to be the lowest blow of all time.
Her grandfather had been such a private person, it was in keeping with his character to hide his secret agenda until his one great desire had become a fait accompli. Being that he was without a doubt the kindest, most enlightened, generous man shed ever known, Jasmine had taken his private confidences to her heart. She knew he was counting on her.
Though her papa realized everyone would be upset and hurt one way or another, hed had a nobler purpose in mind and was using his willing granddaughter to help right a wrong that had gone on since hed been a small boy raised at La Tourette, the Ferrier home in Grasse.
The familys adverse reaction over Jasmine having been named was nothing compared to the furor that was coming. Tears filled her eyes. I wont let you down, Papa.
She drove her Audi into the financial district of Nice. The bank that the House of Ferrier had done business with over the years was housed in a former cream-colored palace of neoclassic design. It lay just ahead surrounded with palm trees and exotic flowers. Everything was riding on this visit. Nothing could be accomplished without the banks help. It was crucial Jasmine get the CEO on her side.
After pulling around to the public parking area, she reached for the file folder shed brought with her and entered through the main doors. A security guard nodded to her. May I help you?
Im here to see Monsieur Lucien Charriere on urgent business.
Do you have an appointment?
No, but Im hoping hell have time to fit me in to his busy schedule. Her papa had always dealt with Raimond Charriere, but shed learned from Giles LeClos, Ferriers comptroller, that hed passed away within months of her papa. His grandson Lucien had taken over.
Without an appointment Im afraid it would be impossible for him to meet with you. If youll call the bank and ask to be put through to his office, his secretary will know how to help you.
Im sorry, but my reason for seeing him cant wait. If youll please let him know that Jasmine Martin from Ferriers is here in the foyer, Ill wait as long as I have to.
The name Ferrier had always been the magic word and caused the older mans composure to slip. Without asking for picture ID, he pulled out his phone and spoke in hushed tones to the person who answered. When he hung up, he said, Someone will be right with you. I didnt realize who you were.
Thats perfectly understandable. In a minute she heard, Ms. Martin? Jasmine turned in the direction of the man whod just spoken her name.
Im Thomas, Monsieur Charrieres assistant. His eyes fastened on her with blatant male interest. If youll come with me, Ill show you to his office. Hes on the phone, but hell be through with his overseas call shortly.
Thank you.
They walked on marble floors and down the north hallway to a suite that had been modernized. But nothing could hide the fact that it had once been a royal Italian residence of the House of Savoy before Nice was made an arrondissement of Grasse.
Before they reached the double doors of the inner office, they opened. Silhouetted over the threshold stood a tall, thirtyish male who immediately reminded her of...the bad boy at the dock on Yeronisos!
You! The shock of seeing him again, of finding him here, of realizing who he was, left her reeling. Her fantasy had come true! How was it possible?
Today he was immaculately turned out in a bankers suit and tie. His black hair, almost unruly, looked like hed run his hand through it a few times out of frustration or habit.
Already he needed another shave and it was only eleven in the morning. She knew what he looked like underneath his clothes. Rock hard and lean, with a hungry look around his compelling mouth and nose. He had the genes of his Ligurian ancestry, which had given him moody black eyes. She hadnt been able to see their color behind his sunglasses.
A woman wouldnt be a woman if she didnt notice him. Jasmine had noticed him all right, and hadnt been the same since. As shed discovered on the island, he was a standout in any crowd or alone.
She recalled her grandmothers description of her grandfather the first time they met. The tall, fit, suntanned man with the penetrating black eyes and hair stood before me. He was so handsome he took my breath away.
Jasmine could relate, but that pit in her stomach enlarged because this mans glittering gaze traveled over her, making every feminine corpuscle in her body quiver. He was still angry over her insults. She could feel it, but she was angry over his too!
Here shed been afraid that Raimond Charrieres grandson would be a hard sell, though shed come prepared to influence him until he couldnt say no to her request. How could she possibly have known that the CEO of the most prominent banking institution in the South of France was the man shed accused of lying in wait to pick up defenseless young women?
A moan escaped her lips. Jasmine could appeal to other bankers, but because Ferriers had done business with this bank since the beginning, she wanted this mans help above all. Otherwise, her plan could be dashed to pieces and all would be lost. She couldnt let that happen! Somehow she had to salvage the situation. But after their caustic exchange on the island, his icy smile told her hed show no mercy. She knew that much in her bones, and it put her on the defensive. She spoke first.
I take it from your silence that you didnt expect me to survive my outing on Yeronisos.
His eyes narrowed on her features. From your long, quiet assessment of me just now, I take it youre equally astonished that despite the sharks, I made it back to the mainland in the rental boat in one piece.
Shed just made things worse. I should have called for an appointment.
One dark brow lifted. But as youve already demonstrated, you like to live life on the edge so Im not surprised you didnt go through normal channels. I hardly recognized you from the television broadcast on Friday evening.
Red-hot heat enveloped her. Shed never blushed in her life, but there was always a first time, as she was finding out. It crept from her toenails to the top of her head, missing nothing in between.
I can only wonder what to expect next. His deep voice cast the final net to capture her total attention.
This was going from bad to worse. Do you think we could start over again?
His hands had gone to his hips in an utterly male stance. Im not sure. If I were to say its a pleasure to meet you, would you assume that one of my secret sedentary activities is to trap hapless females who have the misfortune of entering this old mans lair?
He wanted an apology. So did she, but since Jasmine had come to him on a desperate mission, it was up to her to cauterize the wound before it bled out of control.
Im sorry for the way I reacted on the island. You were right about the danger. One of the guys cut his leg open and he had to be taken to the hospital in an ambulance after we reached the boating concession.
The dangerous glitter in his eyes started to dissipate. Fortunately for Ferriers, its new CEO survived to live another day.
This man wanted a full apology.
I didnt honestly believe you were a predator, but your assumptions, especially the one that I gave no thought to the family that loved me, provoked me to say things that shocked even me. Which was the truth.
His black eyes studied her as if he were trying to weigh her sincerity. I concede that in my concern for your safety, I was a little harsh in my assessment.
A little?
When he extended his hand, she had no choice but to shake it. Of course she was thankful for this overture on his part. You need him on your side, Jasmine. But the second she felt skin against skin, warm waves of sensation traveled through her body, throwing her emotions off balance.
Please, Mademoiselle Martin, come in and be seated.
Thank you, but before I do, I have a favor to ask.
Ill leave the door open, he murmured dryly.
She fought another retort. I thought you accepted my apology.
A faint smile hovered around his lips, without the ice this time. So I did. Whats the favor?
I dont want anyone at Ferriers to know Im here. Could you tell your assistant and the security guard at the main entrance to keep absolutely quiet about this visit?
After a moment of reflection he nodded. Bien s?r. Ill take care of it now.
While he was gone, she walked across the oriental rug and sat down on one of two blue striped silk love seats facing each other around a coffee table. The couch was upholstered in a blue and white toile she found part of the charm of the elegant room.
Jasmine heard the doors close behind her, sealing them inside.
He rejoined her, cocking his dark head. Now you dont have to worry. Would you care for tea or coffee? Perhaps a soft drink?
Nothing, thank you.
They were circling each other, metaphorically speaking, trying to size each other up. He took a hand out of his pocket and sat in the chair opposite her. Both hands were ringless.
Congratulations on your new position as head of the Ferrier Corporation. I dare say youre the most famous CEO in modern French history at the moment. The wryness of his tone wasnt lost on her.
One thing she already knew about him. He was a man who spoke his mind. She didnt know if that boded well or not for the shock he was about to receive.
Thank you, except that I wont be the head for much longer.
I cant say Im surprised, he came back with urbane sophistication. Please dont misunderstand me, but after the introduction on television about your lack of experience and work record, I gather the board is having difficulty following your grandfathers wishes, no matter that you were his personal choice of successor.
Jasmine hadnt seen that assessment coming so fast. It was her jaw that went slack, not his. But she couldnt take offense. He was discussing hard business facts and understood how things worked at the top. A shudder went through her to realize he wasnt the president of the bank for nothing. Her uphill battle had already begun.
Yes, she admitted. Giles LeClos has called another board meeting in two weeks for a vote. It doesnt leave me much time to accomplish what has to be done. Thats why it was urgent that I see you today if I could. I appreciate your being willing to meet with me without any advance notice.
Her words brought his well-honed body forward. Surely you must realize that your companys association with our bank over the years means you have instant access, if necessary. Im glad you came in this morning. This afternoon Ill be out of the city on business, so its providential that I was still available for this emergency meeting.
Thats what it is, and Im very grateful. She bit her lip. First of all, this has to be between the two of us and no one else. I realize youve been meeting with Giles LeClos, whos been in charge since Papas death. But he mustnt know Ive been here or hell misunderstand and believe Ive gone behind his back. In time, hell be told, but not yet. Will you give me your promise on that?
He sat back, examining her face with an intensity that made her feel he could see inside her soul. Go on.
She had to take that as a yes. Looktheres no point beating around the bush. My grandfathers company has been mismanaged since his death and now its in huge trouble. No one is more aware of it than you. I intend to save it, but Im going to need your help.
You mean in two weeks you plan to pull it out of the red? Granted his tone was incredulous, not mocking. Isnt that a little ambitious, even if you have Maxim Ferriers nose? She winced. I realize that sounds cruel, but youve never run a corporation and the bank has continued to extend your loan until its at the limit.
Im very aware of that.
Then you have to know theres nothing more we can do for you. He shook his head. Perhaps another bank might be willing to underwrite a second loan for you, but it wouldnt be a wise business decision. Aside from the fact that your revenues are diminishing with little hope of recouping, theres no one at the head who instills enough confidence for the banking board to take a financial risk. Please dont take that as a personal attack against you.
I wont. I didnt! If I were sitting on the board, Id have little faith in me too. An empty-headed cliff-jumper who doesnt have a clue about business and is so spoiled by millions of dollars she wouldnt recognize a paycheck if she saw one doesnt exactly fill the bill. Right?
Again, those are your words, not mine.
Nothing appeared to faze him. I believe you. But before you show me the door, I was hoping for the sake of the partnership that has lasted ninety years between your bank and Ferriers, you could find some time to let me make a proposition to you.
His eyes did flare at that remark, letting her know she actually had surprised him.
Not the kind youre thinking, if you were thinking it, she added. Theres a matter of great urgency I need to discuss with you, but it will take some time. We cant do it now when youre already pressed to leave your office on other business. Could you possibly come tomorrow or Friday to my grandfathers laboratory in Grasse? This is vital, or I wouldnt ask.
Jasmine held her breath and prayed while she waited for his answer. She could hear his mind working.
It would have to be late Friday afternoon. Four-thirty, maybe five. I could give you a half hour, then I have other plans.
Relief flooded her system. Thank you for being willing to meet me halfway. Its more than I deserve. Jasmine got to her feet. The lab is the little building on the south side of the perfumery. Just ring me when youre there and Ill let you in. She handed him a piece of paper with her phone number on it. ? bient?t.
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At four on Friday, Luc left his office and headed for Grasse in his car. Half a dozen times in the last two days hed reached for his phone to call her and cancel. Each time, hed get so close, but then he couldnt follow through. The telltale throb in her voice when shed said it was a matter of great urgency kept nagging at him until he couldnt sleep.
He was a fool to meet with her. It gave her hope when there wasnt any. But as shed said, for the sake of the business both companies had done together over the years, hed be churlish not to accommodate this one request. His grandfather had revered Maxim Ferrier and would probably have gone the extra mile before he had to turn his granddaughter down. Luc could at least do the same.
Keep on believing that lie, Charriere. You know damn well why youre breaking the speed limit to get there.
In a few minutes, he took the turnoff for the perfumery and wound around to the south side, where he saw the lab and a red Audi parked in front of it. Hed programmed her number into his phone so he wouldnt lose it. When he called her, she answered on the third ring.
Bon apr?s-midi, monsieur. I cant tell you what you coming here means to me. Her comment sounded heartfelt. He honestly didnt know what to make of her. Every time my phone has rung, Ive been afraid it was you calling to cancel because youd thought the better of it. If only she knew. He got out of the car and walked over to the entrance. Im opening the door now.
He heard the sound of the electronic lock and there she was clad in a long-sleeved white lab coat that couldnt camouflage her gorgeous figure. The stains on it looked fresh. Come in.
There were a few windows open at the very top of the room, but it was semi-dark. This was Maxim Ferriers inner sanctum. It smelled and felt like Luc had just stepped into an old-school chemistry lab with all its paraphernalia from the nineteen-fifties. There was a worktable in the center of the room. Three walls of stacked shelves with fascinating bottles surrounded them, just as theyd appeared on TV.
She indicated an upholstered swivel chair, the only concession to modern-day dcor. It was placed in front of an old oak desk pushed against the wall, piled high with notebooks.
Above it were two framed diplomas, both issued from the Department of Chemistry at the Sorbonne in Paris. The older, yellowing one had the name Maxim Tricornot Valmy Ferrier printed on it. The more recent white diploma displayed the name Jasmine Ferrier Martin. There was a ribbon attached beneath the glass that read, With honors.
He swallowed hard when he realized what it meant. No one with an empty head received credentials like that.
I had two reasons for bringing you here. First, I wanted you to see where I work while I disabuse you of a few false notions about me. I have been working for years, but always alongside my papa behind the scenes when I wasnt at university. He paid my salary by putting money into a fund on a regular basis so I could draw from it. Pleasesit down, Monsieur Charriere.
Luc, came his quiet response.
Luc, she amended. I dislike formality too. Call me Jasmine. Id prefer it.
He eyed her soberly. This is where I eat crow, I presume.
Youre wrong. This is not payback time. Im in deadly earnest when I say I need your help. If I can create a setting where you will really listen and not rush to judgment, thats all I ask. When youve heard me out, if you still cant see a way, then I wont ask again.
Fair enough, he muttered.
Thank you. She took a deep breath. When you and I collided on Yeronisos island, Id caught a ride in one of the dinghies with those teenagers so I wouldnt have to drive out there alone. My reason for being there was to take some pictures of the excavations.
Ive never been cliff jumping or anything dangerous like that in my life and never will. I too thought those guys were foolish and worried that something could happen, which it did.
Luc was eating a lot of crow by now.
My grandmothers book was coming out again the day after my twenty-sixth birthday. She was an amateur archaeologist and had written a section about their travels. Shed lost the pictures she and Papa took together on Yeronisos island, so naturally they hadnt been included in the first edition.
Thats why I went out there and took some in order for them to be included in the second edition. She and Papa had gone there looking for Cleopatras tomb. The location of that tomb somewhere near Alexandria still remains unknown.
I know, he ground out. Ive tried looking for it myself.
Thats why you were there that day! I wondered.
It was all making sense. I have an interest in Egyptian archaeology. After doing business in Nicosia, I went out there for the morning before I had to get back to Nice. I thought maybe she and Mark Antony had been buried on Yeronisos beneath the remains of the temple of Apollo, but I saw no signs of their crypt when I was there.
Im afraid its still a mystery.
Luc darted her a glance. Little did I know it was the new head of Ferriers who climbed to the top of that cliff like one of those amazing warrior women of the Amazon depicted in the myths of the Greeks. All that was missing were your sandals and the lasso of truth.
If Id known that two months later it was you of all people I would need to come begging to, I
He eyed her frankly. You would have reacted the same way.
A smile hovered around her beautiful mouth. My dad and brothers taught me early how to defend myself.
Tell them they succeeded admirably. It hurts to admit I was impressed how well you protected yourself. You halfway got me believing I was a lech.
She was more of a mystery to him than ever. Hed seen the expert way shed handled the anchormandisarming him completely instead of the other way around. Michel Didier hadnt seen it coming either when shed shot him down for asking a question about her love life.
Jasmine Martin wasnt Maxim Ferriers granddaughter for nothing. Luc had a feeling shed inherited her grandfathers shrewd business sense after all, or he would never have chosen her to be at its head.
He watched her pace the floor for a minute before she looked at him. Its true I dont have years of experience behind me, but I have something else that didnt come out during the TV segment. My grandfathers full confidence.
Luc was listening. You made that clear during the interview.
Except that what you heard has little to do with why he named me to head the company. It wasnt because I inherited his nose. Incidentally, mine is nothing like his. Theres only one Mozart born in this world. The truth is, Papa needed me to do something he couldnt do while he was alive.
At this point she had Luc so baffled and intrigued at the same time he grew restless and got to his feet. Go on.
Forgive me if Im taking a long time to get to the point, but its necessary so youll understand. My grandparents had two homes. A ranch in Idaho in the U.S., where my grandmother was born. The other was the Ferrier family home in Grasse. They raised four children, two boys, two girls, all of whom are on the board except my mother, who was the youngest.
She grew up loving the ranch and had little interest in being a part of the family perfuming business. She ended up marrying my dad, an Idaho cowboy who had his own ranch close by. My elder brother lives in the original ranch house. My other brother built a home on the same property. Were all just one happy family.
Am I to assume that explains your strange comment about the Frenchman? Luc surmised.
Lets put it this way. American men are very different than Frenchmen, and Ive known two Frenchmen who havent ingratiated themselves to me, thus the comment I made to you. But getting back to the point, I was my parents third and last child, born on the ranch. My older brothers and I loved our life there, but every time our family traveled to Grasse to visit our grandparents, I found myself snooping around this laboratory and all Papas stuff.
If ever my parents or grandmother couldnt find me, I was with him, smelling all the slips he prepared. I loved doing what he did. No dollhouses and tea sets for me. This lab became my own tree house, so to speak.
I loved it when hed take me walking with him in the early evenings. He said it was a perfect time to smell the fragrance in the air. During those times hed tell me he was creating a new perfume. Id try to create one too and he gave me ideas. I was entranced.
We used to play a game. Hed test me to find out if I knew what essential oil or chemical he was using. Id stay up half the night in my bedroom at his house with all his used slips. I would study everything so Id be ready for his questions the next day.
Luc was entranced by all this too.
By the time I was twelve, I begged my parents to let me stay with my grandparents for the next nine months and go to school here. My mom adored them and understood how much I loved to be with them. To my joy, she and dad allowed it, but they said I could only do it that one time because theyd miss me too much otherwise. At the time I didnt understand the great sacrifice they made to let me live with my grandparents.
Before I had to go back home the next June, Papa picked me up and put me on this table Im leaning against. She patted it. By now shed mesmerized Luc. Thats when he told me I had the nose.
But he said I had to keep it a secret. When I turned twenty-six, he would put me in charge of the company. But if he died before that birthday, he would leave instructions that the board install me as the official head after I came of age. In the meantime, he encouraged me to stick by him whenever I could.
I thought he was kidding at making me the head of the company. I didnt believe he really meant those words. I hardly understood them, but he made me feel special and I adored him. I ended up staying with my grandparents in the summers and during holidays. He let me hover at his side and taught me how to cook up a perfume recipe.
I met the people he worked with, the farmers, the workers at the distilleries, the workers at the warehouses. He took me on trips with him and grandma to Morocco and India and Nicosia. He taught me the difference between the soils in those climates, and the soil in Grasse, where the sweetest flowers are grown. We also spent time looking at ancient artifacts wherever we went. I couldnt get enough.
After college in Paris, he asked me to come back to Grasse and work with him in here. Just the two of us. No one else was ever allowed inside. It was during that time he started confiding in me about certain issues in his life that had plagued him since childhood. I learned devastating things that broke my heart.
Before his death, he asked a great favor of me. Hed devised a plan to remedy his pain, but it needed my help to execute and couldnt be carried out until he died. Her eyes filled with tears. She stopped talking for a minute and stared at him. This is where you come in, Luc.
Was she playing him?
Unbelievably his cell rang just then. He checked the caller ID. His mother was phoning. Theyd just returned from the Orient and his sister had planned a big family party. Excuse me for a moment, Jasmine. I have to take this.
Of course.
He walked over to a corner and picked up. Maman?
The party started an hour ago. Where are you? Everyones waiting!
Ill be there in a half hour.
That long?
I had business. It couldnt be helped. See you soon. He clicked off and turned to Jasmine, haunted by more questions that needed answers.
You gave me an hour, she said, reading his mind. I understand you have to go, but I havent come to the most important part yet. Could I meet you at your office next week when its convenient so we can finish this conversation? You need to hear about the great injustice that has been done. I must have help to solve it. Hopefully your
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Can she melt his frozen heart?Since taking over the luxurious Ferriers perfume brand, new CEO Jasmine Martin has been fighting an uphill battle to prove she deserves her high-powered position! Especially to brooding tycoon Luc Charriere, the most distractingly handsome man shes ever metLuc doesnt trust easily, but Jasmine needs his help, and something in her beautiful blue eyes tempts him to offer his support. And when Luc realises how much he cares for her, hell risk everything to keep the woman who stole his heart by his side
So you have no interest in me except for what I've been able to do for you.
Her features hardened. I came to you with a business proposition. You know how grateful I am for what you've done for me
But it's all work and no play, even though you're separated from your beloved by thousands of miles?
Those blue eyes looked haunted. What do you want from me?
How about honesty?
I'm being honest Her voice trembled.
The heck you are he whispered fiercely. Having taken all he could, he pulled her close so their mouths were almost touching. I'm feeling something I've never felt before, and I know you're feeling it too, but your guilt is preventing you from admitting it. The fact that guilt is getting in the way means you couldn't possibly love this man the way you should.
A strangled moan escaped her lips.
I'm going to kiss you, Jasmine, and then we'll know for a certainty.
Luc found her mouth and coaxed her lips apart. In the next instant he felt her begin to kiss him back with such answering hunger it took his breath.
He'd wanted this kiss to happen for so long, and now that it had he couldn't stop. Her passionate response took them to a deeper level until they both moaned with pleasure.
Taming the French Tycoon
Rebecca Winters
www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)
REBECCA WINTERS whose family of four children has now swelled to include five beautiful grandchildren, lives in Salt Lake City, Utah, in the land of the Rocky Mountains. With canyons and high alpine meadows full of wildflowers, she never runs out of places to explore. They, plus her favourite vacation spots in Europe, often end up as backgrounds for her romance novels, because writing is her passion, along with her family and church.
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CHAPTER ONE (#ulink_14e3c423-64d2-5704-8f8e-9663ea87eaad)
May
WITH HIS BANKING business done in Cyprus, Luc had taken a rare morning off to visit Yeronisos before flying back to France. Hed always had an interest in archaeology and the tiny island off the coast was thought to be the site of the temple of Apollo. Theyd dug up foundations, walls, coins, amulets, wine jugs, and much more. So far the items had been traced to Alexandria, three hundred miles away.
Evidently Cleopatra, queen of Egypt, had possessed the resources to build here on the top of these seventy-foot cliffs that kept visitors away. Yeronisos was so inaccessible they called it a virgin island because it had remained much as it had been when man had first come there over ten thousand years ago.
Luc had walked around the excavations for an hour and found it a totally fascinating place where he could indulge his passion, but then a boatload of male teenagers had arrived in a dinghy to disturb its tranquility. Instead of studying antiquities, theyd come to cliff dive, a foolhardy pursuit with the waters churning at the base because of a swift current. There was a sign that forbade it, but this group paid no heed.
Deciding it was time to go, he descended the steep steps. The warm May sun forced him to put on his sunglasses to cut the glint reflecting off the deep blue water. When he looked out, another dinghy was approaching. He returned to the speedboat hed rented and started untying the ropes at the dock.
While he was doing so, the boat pulled in behind him and more young divers jumped out. He recognized their eagerness as they scrambled up the side of the island to get to the top and challenge the elements.
Stepping into his boat, he happened to glance at the last guy to leave the dinghy. But it turned out to be a young woman wearing a backpack. She had a pair of the most fabulous long legs hed ever seen. A T-shirt over her bikini couldnt hide the voluptuous mold of her body. A dark braid circled her well-shaped head.
As she passed him, he found himself staring into an incredibly lovely face. Classic, with high cheekbones and a provocative mouth. She reminded him a little of Sabine, the girl hed loved and lost in a plane crash years ago, but sunglasses covered this womans eyes so he couldnt see their color. With her attention focused on the top of the cliff, he doubted shed noticed him. Shed come here with all those hormone-filled idiots?
In the background came the excited shouts from the divers already launching themselves into the dangerous, swirling waters. One by one, they jumped into the huge swells and then had to swim for their lives to reach the rocky walls of the cliff. When he heard several bloodcurdling screams among the shouts, his emotions suddenly morphed into gut-wrenching pain as he was transported back to his last year in high school.
During those years he and his friends had felt immortal. In their crazy exuberance, theyd decided to go skydiving. But it had ended in horror when their plane crashed against a hillside. Out of the six, four of them survived. The other two had perished, one of them being Sabine.
His fear for the divers safety intensified, causing his body to tense. Any one of them could be killed doing something so reckless. Luc knew all about it. He broke out in a cold sweat watching the attractive female make her way to the bottom of the steps that would take her to the top of the cliff. He thought of Sabine and couldnt bear to see this woman hurt or possibly killed doing something so reckless.
She was young like theyd once been, eager for adventure and heedless of the danger. Didnt she know her body could be tossed against the rocks and knocked unconscious or worse? Fearful for the welfare of this beautiful woman, he climbed out onto the dock again and called to her.
She stopped and turned around. Yes? she answered in French. Were you speaking to me?
The sight of her made his heart beat faster, a reaction he hadnt felt for a woman in years. Havent you read the sign? No cliff jumping! You heard those screams. Dont you realize that what your group is doing could end in fatalities?
Her arched brows frowned. If its your job to enforce the rule, you should have stopped the group in the first dinghy.
He moved closer to her. Its anyones job to stop a bunch of headstrong young people from bringing harm to themselves. Without thinking he said, Id hate to see a lovely woman like you lose your life for a thrill. Have you no concern for your family or loved ones who would be devastated if anything happened to you? Luc would never forget the pain.
She stared at him for a full minute. One corner of her mouth lifted in a mocking curve. Flicitations, monsieur. Thats the most original pick-up line any Frenchman has ever thrown at me and believe me, Ive heard the best of them.
Frenchman? That was an odd thing for her to say since she was French. Her response stunned him in more ways than one. You think thats what Im doing?
It looks that way to me. Im wondering how often you loiter at the dock, lying in wait for an unsuspecting, accessible female to detain.
What? he almost hissed the word.
If Im wrong...je regrette. She shrugged her shoulders. Is it possible you never did anything so daring as cliff jump when you were young? Might I point out that you took your life in your hands just coming out here in your speedboat rental?
Luc had to tamp down his temper, caught between his concern for her welfare and her provocative insinuations about him. In what way? his voice grated.
Surely you know the Mediterranean has its share of great white sharks. What are you? Approaching forty? I hope youre still a good swimmer in case you should meet with an accident at sea. A rental boat isnt always reliable, but try to enjoy your sedentary day anyway instead of attempting to ruin it for everyone else. Ciao.
In the next breath, she started up the steps with surprising speed to reach her destination.
Between the disturbing flashback and their shocking conversation, Luc had been thrown into a particularly foul mood. He got in the boat without looking back. Once hed started the engine and edged away from the dock, he headed for the mainland.
When he thought about it, he could imagine that many a man had lain in wait for her, thus her ready defense, which was damn off-putting. The female whod clashed with him was probably twenty, maybe twenty-one, but hed found out she could take care of herself without effort. Before the plane crash he might have done exactly what shed accused him of doing in order to get to know her.
To his chagrin, the vision of the captivating young woman stayed with him long after his flight home, as he picked up his car at the airport and drove to his villa in Cagnes-sur-Mer outside Nice. In that moment when he could imagine their outing ending in tragedy, the memory of the plane crash had swept over him. Hed wanted to spare her from plunging to her death. Instead shed managed to get under his skin.
Though born with an adventurous spirit, he was no longer willing to take risks when life was so precious. Over the last fifteen years hed grown particularly cautious when it came to making landmark business decisions that could affect not only his professional life, but his familys welfare and reputation.
The plane crash had changed him into a different person. Hed learned the meaning of mortality. That caution had also kept him out of involved personal relationships that could put his emotions in jeopardy. It was the reason he hadnt cut the motor and reached for his binoculars to watch her defy danger because she thought she was immortal. He needed to put her and the incident out of his mind.
* * *
Jasmine reached the top of the island with only a little time to spare. The dinghy full of guys eager to cliff dive had been rented for two hours. Since this group of teens had room in the boat for her, shed ridden to the island with them, glad she didnt have to drive a boat herself.
While they jumped, this would be her one and only chance to take pictures of the excavations before she couriered the negatives to the publisher. With this last task done, the book could be printed by the end of the month and ready for the distribution date. She was no photographer, but it didnt matter as long as they turned out.
To her chagrin, the encounter with the man at the dock had shaken her. He wasnt anything like Andr, the French guy with the seductive way of talking. Shed dated him a little at university before dropping him because hed turned out to be way too controlling. But just now, when the stranger in sunglasses had come at her about the dangers of cliff jumping, she had been reminded of Andr, and her adrenaline had taken over in a negative way.
With hindsight, Jasmine realized shed been ruder to this man than any male shed ever met. The trouble was, with his unruly black hair and strong masculine features, he was all male and breathtaking in those white shorts that hung low on his hips.
Her instant attraction to him had come as a tremendous surprise. That was why his erroneous conclusion about her reason for being there had caused her temper to flare. She wasnt some foolish teenager, yet hed put her in that category. Little did he know, she thought the cliff jumpers were crazy too, but shed grown up with older brothers and knew you couldnt stop them if they saw a challenge.
If only the man had just stopped there, but he hadnt. It was the mention of family that had hit a nerve where her guilt lurked. Where did he get off implying that Jasmine didnt care about them? The intensity of his attack had caught her on the raw, creating a negative reaction in her that went volatile.
In retaliation, shed hurtled little insults back at him like darts thrown at balloons, hoping to damage his ego, but she doubted hed felt them. He was most likely in his early thirties. Being rock-hard lean and fit, she imagined he could outswim a shark. Deep down, she knew he was the kind of man who could have any woman he wanted and didnt need to hang around some lonely outpost waiting for an opportunity.
For the next hour, she concentrated on her task, trying to shake off the encounter. Once finished, she went back down to the dock and ate her lunch while she waited in the dinghy for the others. The speedboat had long since gone. She wondered what the man had been doing there in the first place, but why she cared was quite beyond her when she was still smarting from their confrontation.
Pretty soon, the first dinghy filled up and took off. A few minutes later, the others divers came running. She learned that one of the guys had cut his lower leg open. Someone had wrapped it in a towel, but he needed medical help. They left for the mainland, where shed parked her rental car at the boating concession.
Jasmine looked around, but didnt see the man with whom shed traded insults. She was relieved he hadnt been there to watch them come ashore with the injured teen. She could just imagine his I told you so smirk as the guy was lifted into the ambulance.
There was something wrong for her still to be thinking about him. Determined to put the incident behind her, she got in her car and drove the short distance to Nicosia. From the airport there she would catch her afternoon flight back to France.
Later in the day, when the plane began its descent to the Nice airport, it dawned her that the stranger had spoken with a distinct, cultured Ni?ois accent. A small shiver raced through her body to think he might actually live here, but the chances of bumping into him again were astronomical. How absurd to imagine such a thing happening.
For the second time today, she had to ask herself why it mattered when she had earthshaking events on her mind and little time to accomplish all that had to be done by midsummer.
July
When the phone rang at six-thirty a.m. Friday morning, Jasmine was awake, but she hadnt gotten out of bed yet. To her shock, shed been dreaming about the stranger on Yeronisos again. Visions of him had been filtering through her mind for the last two months and she was sick of it. Her fantasy of seeing him again was absolutely crazy!
Thank heaven today was her twenty-sixth birthday, the day she and her papa had planned out in detail before his death. She could put aside the memory of this man whod been haunting her dreams and deal with real problems. Jasmine glanced at the caller ID. Sure enough it was Robert Lambert, her grandfathers attorney, calling right on cue.
Jasmine clicked on. Bonjour, Robert.
Bon anniversaire to you, Jasmine. I know its early, but we dont have a lot of time before the staff meeting at ten in the conference room.
Ill be ready. Shed been getting ready for this day for a long, long time.
Excellent. Per your grandfathers wishes, you will be interviewed in his laboratory for tonights six oclock news. The arrangements have already been made. He wanted it announced over the air before the day was out to quiet anyone who wasnt on board.
Im all prepared for it.
Not only had her grandfather hated publicity, hed never let outsiders step foot inside his laboratory. For him to sanction a television interview in the place where hed worked all his life indicated an intimacy between him and Jasmine the viewers couldnt possibly misinterpret.
Meet me at nine-thirty to discuss one more matter with you before everyone else arrives at ten. Do you have any questions?
No. At this point I want to thank you for all youve done and are doing to help me. I couldnt do this without you. Papa knew that.
We both miss your papa. Knowing where he is now, Im sure hes happy this day has come for many reasons.
I agree. See you soon.
They both clicked off.
It was really happening.
The second she hung up, her phone rang again. She glanced at the caller ID. This time it was her parents. Recurring guilt stabbed at her because she was spending yet another birthday away from home. Thankfully it would be for the last time.
After picking up, she cried, Mom? Dad?
Its your dad, my darlin birthday girl. We miss you so much, we gathered the whole family together and decided to fly over to celebrate this weekend with you.
A soft gasp escaped. You mean youre here?
Yes. All twelve of us. We just landed. Your moms helping Melissa with Cory, or shed get on the phone. Your three-year-old nephew has a hard time sitting still. Well be at the house in an hour.
Jasmine could hardly take it in. They had no idea about the elaborate plans she and her papa had made. They didnt know that today she would be attending a board meeting that was going to change history.
Instead of phoning them after it was over as shed intended, she would have to divulge the secret she and her grandfather had been planning the minute they arrived at the house. In truth, she was thrilled theyd come. Shed never needed their support more. II cant wait to see you, she said in a tremulous voice.
You dont know the half of it, Sparkles. See you in a little while.
Oh, Dad Emotions of love and guilt made her throat swell before she heard the click. Hed called her that from the time she was a little girl. What made this so hard was the fact that she hadnt always been home for important events.
Since her grandparents had died, shed been working secretly behind the scenes to develop a perfume to help save the company. Her papa had sworn her to secrecy, even from her parents.
For the last few months, shed felt estranged from them, which had never happened before. Her dad was particularly upset for her mother, who was missing Jasmine terribly and didnt understand why she hadnt been home for so long. When theyd hung up, Jasmine had felt his crushing disappointment and it had almost destroyed her.
But now that it was her birthday, everything was going to change. Within a month she would set certain things right and then go home to her family and spend the rest of her life proving her love for them. Her silly idea of marrying a cowboy was a fantasy of course, but she was going home for good!
After hanging up, she alerted the housekeeper that her family would be descending within the hour. Then she hurried to shower and wash her hair. To her shock, the strangers comment about her lack of concern for her familys feelings unexpectedly flashed through her mind again, pressing on her awful guilt..
It infuriated her that the memory of his off-base remarks lingered to torment her. She couldnt believe that after two months she was still thinking about him when she had a board meeting to dress for. Jasmine had never attended one, but knew she needed to wear something conservative.
Her new three-piece suit with the knit jacket, pencil skirt and shell in soft peach would project the right image. Not over-or underdressed. Shed wear her hair caught back at the nape and put on her small pearl earrings. This was the kind of outfit her grandmother would have worn to such a meeting with Jasmines papa.
* * *
Luc realized he needed a break from banking business and was ready for a relaxing weekend. But when he called his good friend Nic Valfort to go deep-sea fishing, he learned Nic was on a trip to the States with his new wife and wouldnt be back for another three days.
Somehow Luc needed to throw off this obsession over the woman on Yeronisos. Why in the hell couldnt he get her out of his mind? Hed found himself fantasizing about her, which was ridiculous when he knew hed never see her again.
Somehow he had to think about something else. Being with Nic would have helped. He and Nic had met at college and had been friends ever since, like their grandfathers, whod done business together in the past.
Between the plane crash that had marred Lucs life and the tragedy that had befallen Nics first wife, the men had suffered grief at different periods and could relate. Luc enjoyed being with him whenever they could break away.
But since Nics second marriage, they hadnt seen much of each other. His friend was ecstatically happy with his new American wife. After he got back from California, Luc would call him so they could get together.
As for tonight, there would be a party with his family to celebrate one of his cousins birthdays. While he was getting ready to leave his suite, his assistant, Thomas, buzzed him. It had better be important because he was already late.
Oui?
I just got a heads-up from one of our sources in Paris. Turn on your TV. Hurry!
More terrorism?
This news could be worse for us depending on the outcome.
A frown marred Lucs Gallic features. He reached for the remote in his desk drawer and clicked on to the six oclock news. He paid Thomas well to keep his ear to the ground.
Good evening, everyone. On this Friday, were coming to you from Chaine Huit in Paris, France, with breaking news that is already rocking the international perfuming community. Today, a stunning announcement came from Grasse, France, the perfume capital of the world, causing a negative fluctuation in the stock market.
Tension lines deepened around Lucs mouth.
Within the last twenty-four hours, the iconic House of Ferrier has undergone a dramatic new change in management.
A cold sweat broke out on his body. What change? No one had informed Luc.
The former biggest moneymaker in the perfume industry was one of the banks top clients and had been for ninety years. But two years ago the head of Ferriers had died and the business had slowly started losing revenue. A few months later, Lucs own grandfather had passed away of a bad heart, making Luc the CEO of the bank.
Though the world didnt know it yet, the quarterly gross sales reports indicated a declining percentage in Ferrierss profits. Not totally alarming yet, but still, Luc was worried. Since his grandfather had been Maxim Ferriers banker, Luc had been the one to take over their various accounts in order to maximize the assets in an unstable economy. It was one of the reasons hed gone to Nicosia in May and again in June.
But without the proper leadership hed worried about the future of a company that had been part of the backbone of the French economy for close to a century. If it failed, the economic structure of Southern France would be jeopardized. Like many other businesses, Ferriers had stayed alive all these years. If it continued to go downhill, the bank would be affected.
Two years ago, the world lost the greatest perfumer of our time, Maxim Ferrier, at sixty-eight years of age. Balmain, Dior, Givenchy, Caron, Guerlain, Chanel, Balenciaga, Estee Lauder, Rochas, Fragonard, Ricci, Lenthericall the great major perfume houses considered him an icon the world will never see again.
Since his death, the company has been run by the family and other staff who made up the board while he was alive. But today, they have finally appointed a new head.
Luc ground his teeth. As hed already found out, none of them had the Midas touch of the legendary perfumer himself. Who in heavens name would they have found and brought in to turn things around? Absolutely no one from any other perfume house in the world had Maxim Ferriers genius. Not in this generation. Probably not for another hundred years.
Spill it! Luc muttered furiously to the TV anchorman, who knew this broadcast was making the kind of news the media lived and died for and was milking it for all he was worth.
Our station is the first to announce the name of Jasmine Martin, a total unknown, who has been put at the helm. Shes an unmarried twenty-six-year-old with no formal job experience and has brought no resume to the position of the multibillion-dollar corporation.
What? In a state of shock, Luc shot to his feet.
Its an unprecedented move since only two men have ever held that coveted position in the Ferrier perfume empire...Maxim Ferrier, and before him, his uncle, Paul Ferrier, whose father had run a flower farm in the very beginning. Right now, were taking you live to the sacrosanct laboratory of the brilliant perfumer in Grasse. Our anchorman, Michel Didier, is standing by there, ready to interview her.
While Luc walked over to the TV screen to get a closer look, the other anchorman introduced himself.
Good evening from our network in Grasse. Ive been invited inside the room where Maxim Ferrier himself developed his famous formula for Night Scent, a perfume that won every award and still tops perfume sales around the globe. This is a privilege for me and all our viewers. The whole world is waiting to meet you, Jasmine. May I call you that?
Of course.
As the camera panned in on her, a cry of shock escaped Lucs throat. Noit couldnt be!
Hers was the beautiful face hed seen at the dock on Yeronisos! He took a deep breath, trying to comprehend it. The woman whod given Luc battle before hed watched her charge up those steep steps, possibly to her death, was Jasmine Martin? The new CEO at Ferriers?
His dark head reared. Hed never thought to see her again. Yet there she was in the flesh, that fiery beauty hed been fantasizing about every night.
How was it that she of all people on this planet had been made head of one of the most iconic companies in France? She was a daredevil whod insinuated that Luc was on his way to middle age before shed ignored him and gone straight up the cliff to jump off. He rubbed the back of his neck in consternation.
It defied logic that a woman so careless with her own life was now running a billion-dollar corporation. Luc was so incredulous over what had been announced, he couldnt make sense of anything.
This evening she wore her hair caught back at the nape. Instead of wearing a T-shirt and bikini, she was dressed in a peach-colored suit that revealed her gorgeous figure.
Behind her were stacked rows of hundreds of bottles, reminding him of the wizards shop in the Harry Potter film hed seen with two of his nephews. Those magic potions that still delighted moviegoers everywhere.
Yet the potions behind this woman had worked their own special magic in the cosmetic world, yielding billions of dollars in revenue.
I have many questions to ask. But for all those watching our broadcast around the globe, this question is foremost in everyones mind. How did you of all people, of all women, get picked, and at such a young age?
An impish smile broke out on her alluring face. Lucs breath caught. The memory of their heated exchange had caused him one restless night after another since his return. Twenty-six meant she was older than hed thought, but it still rankled that shed dared to accuse him of trying to pick her up.
She folded her arms and lounged against the edge of the lab table.
Youre going to get your scoop now, Michel, she teased with that same audacious maturity, so at odds with her lack of judgment when it came to her safety. There was a twinkle in her dark blue eyes. The first time theyd met shed been wearing sunglasses. Luc had to admit hed never seen anyone so natural in front of the camera. Im Maxim Ferriers youngest grandchild.
Grandchild?
The well-known anchorman was taken by total surprise and looked as blown away as Luc felt.
Since I came along last of his twenty-one grandchildren, he nicknamed me Jasmine. Thats because Jasmine is the flower harvested last in October. He said it was his favorite flower because of its beguiling scent. Though my parents named me Blanchette after my mother, his name for me stuck.
Michel shook his head. Just keep talking. I wont interrupt because Im speechless and enchanted, and I know everyone else is too.
Her gentle laugh reached down to burrow inside a disbelieving Luc, who couldnt comprehend any of it. I used to hang around my papa. I thought of him as this amazing sorcerer and pretended to be his apprentice. He never seemed to mind.
Obviously not, the journalist interjected. Tell the audience why you think he chose you to run the company.
He once told me I was the only one in the family who got the nose. Not his own children and not any of his grandchildren got it, he said. Just me. I thought he meant I had a Roman nose like a horse. I was so hurt I ran out of the lab crying. He had no idea how much I loved him, but I was horrified that he thought I was ugly.
The anchorman laughed heartily, but Lucs throat closed up with emotion. Children were so literal, as hed learned from being around his own nieces and nephews.
Then he came after me and explained what he meant. He said I was so smart, he thought I knew what a nose was. He said I had a beautiful nose like my grandma. But he was referring to the fact that after sixty years, another perfumer had been born in the family, someone like himself who could identify scents. That person was moi and he was overjoyed.
Michel smiled. No wonder he named you to succeed him.
I still cant believe he did that and I am still trying to come to grips with it. No one could ever fill his shoes. Im stunned to think he believed I could.
Im not surprised youre in shock, the anchorman commented at last. He stared at the camera. Mesdames et messieurs, you couldnt make up a Cinderella story as unusual as this, not in a hundred years. I wish we had more time for the interview. Before we have to end this segment, the audience wants to hear about your grandmother.
We know she was a great beauty right up to the time of her passing. Not only was she a devoted wife, she was a great intellect who authored several books.
She was fabulous.
While you were growing up, you must have known over the years that the international press touted them the most beautiful couple in the world. The French have called them the Charles Boyer and Marlene Dietrich of the modern era. American media labeled him more handsome and sophisticated than Cary Grant. She has been compared to Grace Kelly and Princess Diana. What do you say to that, Jasmine?
What more can I add? They were beautiful people from that era, inside and out. She loved him so much, she died three months later.
Luc hated to admit it, but part of him was spellbound by her and knew the anchorman was too.
After seeing this broadcast, people will say you inherited her beauty.
No woman could ever compare to her. If you could have heard my papa on the subject. If ever a man loved a woman...
Luc heard the tremor in her voice and couldnt help but be moved by her humility. He could never have imagined this side of her after their explosive meeting on Yeronisos. Unless this was all playacting. If so, she was the greatest actress hed ever known.
Is it true he never gave an interview in his life?
Thats right. He disliked publicity of any kind. Im only doing this one interview because our family has been besieged by the media for years. The outpouring of public sentiment over their deaths has been so touching and overwhelming, I hoped to be able to thank them through your program.
Its a personal honor for me, Ms. Martin. Would it be too forward of me to ask if theres a special man in your life?
Since you asked so nicely, Ill answer with a yes, it would. But she said it with a mocking little curve of her mouth that made Lucs emotions churn in remembrance of her erroneous assumption about him. The anchorman was quick to recover, but he looked embarrassed. Luc knew what it felt like to be slammed by her like that, although shed been gentler with the other man.
Message received. Wasnt your grandfather the one who coined the phrase, Provence is Gods garden?
Oh, no, but he often expressed that sentiment to me.
While youve been talking, I found another passage in your grandmothers book where she quotes him. He must have been writing about you.
Jasmine seems to be a flower made for nostalgia. It grows in doorways and winds over arches, linking it to the intimacy of home. It begins to bloom as the days become hotter, and it releases its scent at the hour when tables are set in the garden or in narrow lanes. It is associated with the melancholy of dusk and the conviviality of summer evenings. Its fragrance permeates the air, making it a background for love.
She cleared her throat. I remember him saying those words. I think Papa had a love affair with flowers all his life.
Watching this interview had tied Luc in knots. The woman hed met two months ago was nothing like the flower just described.
The anchorman nodded. For those of you who still arent aware, the book Jasmines grandmother wrote, Where Theres Smoke, is the definitive source on the life work of Maxim Ferrier. Its being reissued in a second edition with several sections of new information to coincide with the announcement of the new head of Ferriers and will be out on the stands tomorrow. When the first edition of the book came out, it became number one on bestseller lists worldwide. I confess I was enthralled by it.
Thank you. Grandma worked on it for years. After my papa died, she had it published to honor him.
No one knew him better than she did, except for you, who came in a close second. Again Luc saw the secret curve in her smile that reminded him of the way shed smiled at him before letting him have it. The sensation twisted his gut as much now as then.
Let me read one last thing your grandmother quoted from her husband. An exceptional perfume has a top note to entice, followed by the rich character of its middle note. Then comes the end note to bind all three, supplying the depth and solidity needed to make a lasting signature. He was a poet, wasnt he?
Papa was so many things, I hardly know where to begin.
I wish we didnt have to stop. Thank you for letting us see inside your world. Its been an honor and privilege.
For me too.
Congratulations on your new position, chosen by the head man himself. What greater endorsement, nest-ce pas? He turned to the camera. Thats it for now from Grasse. Back to you in Paris.
Luc shut off the TV, stunned out of his mind by her interview. A bomb had been dropped. He was still trying to recover from the fallout. Pacing the floor, he realized this meant he would be dealing with her in the future. His heart thudded at the very thought of it.
Now that the news had gone global, anything could happen and probably had behind closed doors at Ferriers. He couldnt imagine the members of the Ferrier board, twice or triple her age and most of them family, tolerating the granddaughter to become the head of the company. If they knew what Luc knew...
This was nepotism at its best. Either Maxim Ferrier had become senile toward the end, or shed had him wrapped around her little finger because shed inherited his gift. But that gift didnt mean she had the grasp for business or the necessary ability to run one of the most famous companies in existence. Thered been no mention of her education. She had no work experience. As far as he was concerned, she had no common sense either.
The Ferrier board had to have the same opinion about her and would soon find a way to vote her out. But until then Luc would have to be extra careful how he proceeded when the day came he had his first business meeting with her. Frankly, he couldnt imagine it after their explosive encounter on the island. Yet, to his dismay, the thought of being with her again charged every cell in his body.
Luc?
It had been a long time since Thomas had walked in without knocking, but Luc understood why. His assistant looked dazed. I never saw or heard anything so amazing in my life.
Youre not alone, Thomas.
Shes more beautiful than her grandmother was, if thats possible.
It was possible. The image of her standing at the base of the cliff had never left him. But there were imperfect parts of her the camera hadnt seen, parts that he felt spelled a lot more trouble for Ferriers.
I still cant believe shes the new face and power at Ferriers. She may be Maxim Ferriers favorite and worth millions herself, but she looks too young and defenseless to go to battle against dynasty builders with three times her age and experience.
Luc would have thought the same thing if he hadnt been the recipient of her words, which could slice and dice a man to shreds in seconds. His assistant wouldnt see her as a defenseless woman if hed watched her attack that rocky island on those breathtaking limbs of hers with the strength and agility of a military frogman.
Thomass eyes gleamed. This means that from now on youll be meeting with her instead of Giles LeC he started to say, but Luc stopped him right there because he didnt want to hear it. He needed time for the news to sink in first.
Im late for a party and have to run. See you on Monday. He left by his private exit. It opened into a hallway leading to the private parking lot with a security guard.
Ever since the incident in Cyprus, hed fought the temptation to find out who she was. A simple phone call to the boating concession that rented dinghies would have told him what he wanted to know, but somehow hed managed to stop himself in time.
Dieu merci he hadnt let the desire to meet her in person and set her straight about a few things outweigh his innate caution. Otherwise, she truly would have had the last laugh knowing the director of the Banque Internationale du Midi was a voyeur stalking beautiful young women throughout the Mediterranean while on vacation.
The bank couldnt afford to lose one of the biggest accounts since its inception. No matter how acerbic her words, no matter how shallow he found her for being willing to throw her life away for a thrill, no matter how disappointed he was in Maxim Ferriers decision to put a young loose cannon like her in charge, Luc could do nothing but stand by to watch a catastrophe in the making. And despise himself for being more attracted to her than ever.
CHAPTER TWO (#ulink_10a4f63a-89e2-5295-b1f9-83ea0a338eab)
ON WEDNESDAY MORNING, Jasmine saw her family off at Nice airport. Shed promised them that in a month shed be on her way back home in Idaho for good. Before they boarded the jet, the pain in her parents eyes revealed their disbelief that she would keep her promise. That look had stabbed her with fresh grief.
They didnt know that the glimpse of her life shed described in front of the TV camera on Friday belonged to the past. Her grandparents were gone. Once shed carried out her papas last wisheswishes no one else in the whole world knew about except her and his attorneythere was nothing more to keep her in France. But until shed carried out this plan and moved back to Idaho, they wouldnt believe she really did want to go home for good.
After assuring them that she would arrive in time for their thirtieth wedding anniversary party in August, she headed for the Banque Internationale du Midi with a growing pit in her stomach.
Papa? she said to the air growing hotter by the minute under a July sun. I carried off the first part of our plan on TV. Now I hope to pull off this second part, but Im nervous. In case I get into trouble, Ill need your help or I wont be able to put the third part into motion. Do you hear me?
Last Fridays media announcement had turned the entire Ferrier clan inside out as she had known it would, as her papa, though dead now, had known it would once Robert had read the will at the board meeting.
She knew positively that several of them, including non-family members of the board, had hoped to be named successor when the will was finally read. Of late theyd made no secret about it.
Jasmines French mother and American father, along with her siblings, were known as the American faction of her grandparents progeny. They didnt want to be involved in company business.
But all the other Ferriers lived in France and existed to promote the company. Some of them were situated in Paris with key positions at the perfumery. The rest had never left the environs of Nice that included Grasse. All of them worked for Ferriers in one capacity or other.
In the beginning, thered been one small foundry in Grasse. In time, thirty distilleries dotted the Basses-Alpes, and the Alpes-Maritime regions. Her papa had his own small private lab in Grasse and eventually divided his time between the perfumery in Hyeres, and the other one in Paris. Little by little, the company expanded until hed had the big perfumery built in Grasse.
Naturally everyone in the extended family had a huge vested interest in everything that went on. Jasmine loved them all. They were wonderful people. But when it came to families doing business together in a company with a history and heritage like theirs, emotions ran off the charts. Envy, pride and, in some cases, even greed had crept in.
For them to hear that Jasmine of all people had been named, as Michel Didier had saida woman, the youngest nobody in the familyit had to be the lowest blow of all time.
Her grandfather had been such a private person, it was in keeping with his character to hide his secret agenda until his one great desire had become a fait accompli. Being that he was without a doubt the kindest, most enlightened, generous man shed ever known, Jasmine had taken his private confidences to her heart. She knew he was counting on her.
Though her papa realized everyone would be upset and hurt one way or another, hed had a nobler purpose in mind and was using his willing granddaughter to help right a wrong that had gone on since hed been a small boy raised at La Tourette, the Ferrier home in Grasse.
The familys adverse reaction over Jasmine having been named was nothing compared to the furor that was coming. Tears filled her eyes. I wont let you down, Papa.
She drove her Audi into the financial district of Nice. The bank that the House of Ferrier had done business with over the years was housed in a former cream-colored palace of neoclassic design. It lay just ahead surrounded with palm trees and exotic flowers. Everything was riding on this visit. Nothing could be accomplished without the banks help. It was crucial Jasmine get the CEO on her side.
After pulling around to the public parking area, she reached for the file folder shed brought with her and entered through the main doors. A security guard nodded to her. May I help you?
Im here to see Monsieur Lucien Charriere on urgent business.
Do you have an appointment?
No, but Im hoping hell have time to fit me in to his busy schedule. Her papa had always dealt with Raimond Charriere, but shed learned from Giles LeClos, Ferriers comptroller, that hed passed away within months of her papa. His grandson Lucien had taken over.
Without an appointment Im afraid it would be impossible for him to meet with you. If youll call the bank and ask to be put through to his office, his secretary will know how to help you.
Im sorry, but my reason for seeing him cant wait. If youll please let him know that Jasmine Martin from Ferriers is here in the foyer, Ill wait as long as I have to.
The name Ferrier had always been the magic word and caused the older mans composure to slip. Without asking for picture ID, he pulled out his phone and spoke in hushed tones to the person who answered. When he hung up, he said, Someone will be right with you. I didnt realize who you were.
Thats perfectly understandable. In a minute she heard, Ms. Martin? Jasmine turned in the direction of the man whod just spoken her name.
Im Thomas, Monsieur Charrieres assistant. His eyes fastened on her with blatant male interest. If youll come with me, Ill show you to his office. Hes on the phone, but hell be through with his overseas call shortly.
Thank you.
They walked on marble floors and down the north hallway to a suite that had been modernized. But nothing could hide the fact that it had once been a royal Italian residence of the House of Savoy before Nice was made an arrondissement of Grasse.
Before they reached the double doors of the inner office, they opened. Silhouetted over the threshold stood a tall, thirtyish male who immediately reminded her of...the bad boy at the dock on Yeronisos!
You! The shock of seeing him again, of finding him here, of realizing who he was, left her reeling. Her fantasy had come true! How was it possible?
Today he was immaculately turned out in a bankers suit and tie. His black hair, almost unruly, looked like hed run his hand through it a few times out of frustration or habit.
Already he needed another shave and it was only eleven in the morning. She knew what he looked like underneath his clothes. Rock hard and lean, with a hungry look around his compelling mouth and nose. He had the genes of his Ligurian ancestry, which had given him moody black eyes. She hadnt been able to see their color behind his sunglasses.
A woman wouldnt be a woman if she didnt notice him. Jasmine had noticed him all right, and hadnt been the same since. As shed discovered on the island, he was a standout in any crowd or alone.
She recalled her grandmothers description of her grandfather the first time they met. The tall, fit, suntanned man with the penetrating black eyes and hair stood before me. He was so handsome he took my breath away.
Jasmine could relate, but that pit in her stomach enlarged because this mans glittering gaze traveled over her, making every feminine corpuscle in her body quiver. He was still angry over her insults. She could feel it, but she was angry over his too!
Here shed been afraid that Raimond Charrieres grandson would be a hard sell, though shed come prepared to influence him until he couldnt say no to her request. How could she possibly have known that the CEO of the most prominent banking institution in the South of France was the man shed accused of lying in wait to pick up defenseless young women?
A moan escaped her lips. Jasmine could appeal to other bankers, but because Ferriers had done business with this bank since the beginning, she wanted this mans help above all. Otherwise, her plan could be dashed to pieces and all would be lost. She couldnt let that happen! Somehow she had to salvage the situation. But after their caustic exchange on the island, his icy smile told her hed show no mercy. She knew that much in her bones, and it put her on the defensive. She spoke first.
I take it from your silence that you didnt expect me to survive my outing on Yeronisos.
His eyes narrowed on her features. From your long, quiet assessment of me just now, I take it youre equally astonished that despite the sharks, I made it back to the mainland in the rental boat in one piece.
Shed just made things worse. I should have called for an appointment.
One dark brow lifted. But as youve already demonstrated, you like to live life on the edge so Im not surprised you didnt go through normal channels. I hardly recognized you from the television broadcast on Friday evening.
Red-hot heat enveloped her. Shed never blushed in her life, but there was always a first time, as she was finding out. It crept from her toenails to the top of her head, missing nothing in between.
I can only wonder what to expect next. His deep voice cast the final net to capture her total attention.
This was going from bad to worse. Do you think we could start over again?
His hands had gone to his hips in an utterly male stance. Im not sure. If I were to say its a pleasure to meet you, would you assume that one of my secret sedentary activities is to trap hapless females who have the misfortune of entering this old mans lair?
He wanted an apology. So did she, but since Jasmine had come to him on a desperate mission, it was up to her to cauterize the wound before it bled out of control.
Im sorry for the way I reacted on the island. You were right about the danger. One of the guys cut his leg open and he had to be taken to the hospital in an ambulance after we reached the boating concession.
The dangerous glitter in his eyes started to dissipate. Fortunately for Ferriers, its new CEO survived to live another day.
This man wanted a full apology.
I didnt honestly believe you were a predator, but your assumptions, especially the one that I gave no thought to the family that loved me, provoked me to say things that shocked even me. Which was the truth.
His black eyes studied her as if he were trying to weigh her sincerity. I concede that in my concern for your safety, I was a little harsh in my assessment.
A little?
When he extended his hand, she had no choice but to shake it. Of course she was thankful for this overture on his part. You need him on your side, Jasmine. But the second she felt skin against skin, warm waves of sensation traveled through her body, throwing her emotions off balance.
Please, Mademoiselle Martin, come in and be seated.
Thank you, but before I do, I have a favor to ask.
Ill leave the door open, he murmured dryly.
She fought another retort. I thought you accepted my apology.
A faint smile hovered around his lips, without the ice this time. So I did. Whats the favor?
I dont want anyone at Ferriers to know Im here. Could you tell your assistant and the security guard at the main entrance to keep absolutely quiet about this visit?
After a moment of reflection he nodded. Bien s?r. Ill take care of it now.
While he was gone, she walked across the oriental rug and sat down on one of two blue striped silk love seats facing each other around a coffee table. The couch was upholstered in a blue and white toile she found part of the charm of the elegant room.
Jasmine heard the doors close behind her, sealing them inside.
He rejoined her, cocking his dark head. Now you dont have to worry. Would you care for tea or coffee? Perhaps a soft drink?
Nothing, thank you.
They were circling each other, metaphorically speaking, trying to size each other up. He took a hand out of his pocket and sat in the chair opposite her. Both hands were ringless.
Congratulations on your new position as head of the Ferrier Corporation. I dare say youre the most famous CEO in modern French history at the moment. The wryness of his tone wasnt lost on her.
One thing she already knew about him. He was a man who spoke his mind. She didnt know if that boded well or not for the shock he was about to receive.
Thank you, except that I wont be the head for much longer.
I cant say Im surprised, he came back with urbane sophistication. Please dont misunderstand me, but after the introduction on television about your lack of experience and work record, I gather the board is having difficulty following your grandfathers wishes, no matter that you were his personal choice of successor.
Jasmine hadnt seen that assessment coming so fast. It was her jaw that went slack, not his. But she couldnt take offense. He was discussing hard business facts and understood how things worked at the top. A shudder went through her to realize he wasnt the president of the bank for nothing. Her uphill battle had already begun.
Yes, she admitted. Giles LeClos has called another board meeting in two weeks for a vote. It doesnt leave me much time to accomplish what has to be done. Thats why it was urgent that I see you today if I could. I appreciate your being willing to meet with me without any advance notice.
Her words brought his well-honed body forward. Surely you must realize that your companys association with our bank over the years means you have instant access, if necessary. Im glad you came in this morning. This afternoon Ill be out of the city on business, so its providential that I was still available for this emergency meeting.
Thats what it is, and Im very grateful. She bit her lip. First of all, this has to be between the two of us and no one else. I realize youve been meeting with Giles LeClos, whos been in charge since Papas death. But he mustnt know Ive been here or hell misunderstand and believe Ive gone behind his back. In time, hell be told, but not yet. Will you give me your promise on that?
He sat back, examining her face with an intensity that made her feel he could see inside her soul. Go on.
She had to take that as a yes. Looktheres no point beating around the bush. My grandfathers company has been mismanaged since his death and now its in huge trouble. No one is more aware of it than you. I intend to save it, but Im going to need your help.
You mean in two weeks you plan to pull it out of the red? Granted his tone was incredulous, not mocking. Isnt that a little ambitious, even if you have Maxim Ferriers nose? She winced. I realize that sounds cruel, but youve never run a corporation and the bank has continued to extend your loan until its at the limit.
Im very aware of that.
Then you have to know theres nothing more we can do for you. He shook his head. Perhaps another bank might be willing to underwrite a second loan for you, but it wouldnt be a wise business decision. Aside from the fact that your revenues are diminishing with little hope of recouping, theres no one at the head who instills enough confidence for the banking board to take a financial risk. Please dont take that as a personal attack against you.
I wont. I didnt! If I were sitting on the board, Id have little faith in me too. An empty-headed cliff-jumper who doesnt have a clue about business and is so spoiled by millions of dollars she wouldnt recognize a paycheck if she saw one doesnt exactly fill the bill. Right?
Again, those are your words, not mine.
Nothing appeared to faze him. I believe you. But before you show me the door, I was hoping for the sake of the partnership that has lasted ninety years between your bank and Ferriers, you could find some time to let me make a proposition to you.
His eyes did flare at that remark, letting her know she actually had surprised him.
Not the kind youre thinking, if you were thinking it, she added. Theres a matter of great urgency I need to discuss with you, but it will take some time. We cant do it now when youre already pressed to leave your office on other business. Could you possibly come tomorrow or Friday to my grandfathers laboratory in Grasse? This is vital, or I wouldnt ask.
Jasmine held her breath and prayed while she waited for his answer. She could hear his mind working.
It would have to be late Friday afternoon. Four-thirty, maybe five. I could give you a half hour, then I have other plans.
Relief flooded her system. Thank you for being willing to meet me halfway. Its more than I deserve. Jasmine got to her feet. The lab is the little building on the south side of the perfumery. Just ring me when youre there and Ill let you in. She handed him a piece of paper with her phone number on it. ? bient?t.
* * *
At four on Friday, Luc left his office and headed for Grasse in his car. Half a dozen times in the last two days hed reached for his phone to call her and cancel. Each time, hed get so close, but then he couldnt follow through. The telltale throb in her voice when shed said it was a matter of great urgency kept nagging at him until he couldnt sleep.
He was a fool to meet with her. It gave her hope when there wasnt any. But as shed said, for the sake of the business both companies had done together over the years, hed be churlish not to accommodate this one request. His grandfather had revered Maxim Ferrier and would probably have gone the extra mile before he had to turn his granddaughter down. Luc could at least do the same.
Keep on believing that lie, Charriere. You know damn well why youre breaking the speed limit to get there.
In a few minutes, he took the turnoff for the perfumery and wound around to the south side, where he saw the lab and a red Audi parked in front of it. Hed programmed her number into his phone so he wouldnt lose it. When he called her, she answered on the third ring.
Bon apr?s-midi, monsieur. I cant tell you what you coming here means to me. Her comment sounded heartfelt. He honestly didnt know what to make of her. Every time my phone has rung, Ive been afraid it was you calling to cancel because youd thought the better of it. If only she knew. He got out of the car and walked over to the entrance. Im opening the door now.
He heard the sound of the electronic lock and there she was clad in a long-sleeved white lab coat that couldnt camouflage her gorgeous figure. The stains on it looked fresh. Come in.
There were a few windows open at the very top of the room, but it was semi-dark. This was Maxim Ferriers inner sanctum. It smelled and felt like Luc had just stepped into an old-school chemistry lab with all its paraphernalia from the nineteen-fifties. There was a worktable in the center of the room. Three walls of stacked shelves with fascinating bottles surrounded them, just as theyd appeared on TV.
She indicated an upholstered swivel chair, the only concession to modern-day dcor. It was placed in front of an old oak desk pushed against the wall, piled high with notebooks.
Above it were two framed diplomas, both issued from the Department of Chemistry at the Sorbonne in Paris. The older, yellowing one had the name Maxim Tricornot Valmy Ferrier printed on it. The more recent white diploma displayed the name Jasmine Ferrier Martin. There was a ribbon attached beneath the glass that read, With honors.
He swallowed hard when he realized what it meant. No one with an empty head received credentials like that.
I had two reasons for bringing you here. First, I wanted you to see where I work while I disabuse you of a few false notions about me. I have been working for years, but always alongside my papa behind the scenes when I wasnt at university. He paid my salary by putting money into a fund on a regular basis so I could draw from it. Pleasesit down, Monsieur Charriere.
Luc, came his quiet response.
Luc, she amended. I dislike formality too. Call me Jasmine. Id prefer it.
He eyed her soberly. This is where I eat crow, I presume.
Youre wrong. This is not payback time. Im in deadly earnest when I say I need your help. If I can create a setting where you will really listen and not rush to judgment, thats all I ask. When youve heard me out, if you still cant see a way, then I wont ask again.
Fair enough, he muttered.
Thank you. She took a deep breath. When you and I collided on Yeronisos island, Id caught a ride in one of the dinghies with those teenagers so I wouldnt have to drive out there alone. My reason for being there was to take some pictures of the excavations.
Ive never been cliff jumping or anything dangerous like that in my life and never will. I too thought those guys were foolish and worried that something could happen, which it did.
Luc was eating a lot of crow by now.
My grandmothers book was coming out again the day after my twenty-sixth birthday. She was an amateur archaeologist and had written a section about their travels. Shed lost the pictures she and Papa took together on Yeronisos island, so naturally they hadnt been included in the first edition.
Thats why I went out there and took some in order for them to be included in the second edition. She and Papa had gone there looking for Cleopatras tomb. The location of that tomb somewhere near Alexandria still remains unknown.
I know, he ground out. Ive tried looking for it myself.
Thats why you were there that day! I wondered.
It was all making sense. I have an interest in Egyptian archaeology. After doing business in Nicosia, I went out there for the morning before I had to get back to Nice. I thought maybe she and Mark Antony had been buried on Yeronisos beneath the remains of the temple of Apollo, but I saw no signs of their crypt when I was there.
Im afraid its still a mystery.
Luc darted her a glance. Little did I know it was the new head of Ferriers who climbed to the top of that cliff like one of those amazing warrior women of the Amazon depicted in the myths of the Greeks. All that was missing were your sandals and the lasso of truth.
If Id known that two months later it was you of all people I would need to come begging to, I
He eyed her frankly. You would have reacted the same way.
A smile hovered around her beautiful mouth. My dad and brothers taught me early how to defend myself.
Tell them they succeeded admirably. It hurts to admit I was impressed how well you protected yourself. You halfway got me believing I was a lech.
She was more of a mystery to him than ever. Hed seen the expert way shed handled the anchormandisarming him completely instead of the other way around. Michel Didier hadnt seen it coming either when shed shot him down for asking a question about her love life.
Jasmine Martin wasnt Maxim Ferriers granddaughter for nothing. Luc had a feeling shed inherited her grandfathers shrewd business sense after all, or he would never have chosen her to be at its head.
He watched her pace the floor for a minute before she looked at him. Its true I dont have years of experience behind me, but I have something else that didnt come out during the TV segment. My grandfathers full confidence.
Luc was listening. You made that clear during the interview.
Except that what you heard has little to do with why he named me to head the company. It wasnt because I inherited his nose. Incidentally, mine is nothing like his. Theres only one Mozart born in this world. The truth is, Papa needed me to do something he couldnt do while he was alive.
At this point she had Luc so baffled and intrigued at the same time he grew restless and got to his feet. Go on.
Forgive me if Im taking a long time to get to the point, but its necessary so youll understand. My grandparents had two homes. A ranch in Idaho in the U.S., where my grandmother was born. The other was the Ferrier family home in Grasse. They raised four children, two boys, two girls, all of whom are on the board except my mother, who was the youngest.
She grew up loving the ranch and had little interest in being a part of the family perfuming business. She ended up marrying my dad, an Idaho cowboy who had his own ranch close by. My elder brother lives in the original ranch house. My other brother built a home on the same property. Were all just one happy family.
Am I to assume that explains your strange comment about the Frenchman? Luc surmised.
Lets put it this way. American men are very different than Frenchmen, and Ive known two Frenchmen who havent ingratiated themselves to me, thus the comment I made to you. But getting back to the point, I was my parents third and last child, born on the ranch. My older brothers and I loved our life there, but every time our family traveled to Grasse to visit our grandparents, I found myself snooping around this laboratory and all Papas stuff.
If ever my parents or grandmother couldnt find me, I was with him, smelling all the slips he prepared. I loved doing what he did. No dollhouses and tea sets for me. This lab became my own tree house, so to speak.
I loved it when hed take me walking with him in the early evenings. He said it was a perfect time to smell the fragrance in the air. During those times hed tell me he was creating a new perfume. Id try to create one too and he gave me ideas. I was entranced.
We used to play a game. Hed test me to find out if I knew what essential oil or chemical he was using. Id stay up half the night in my bedroom at his house with all his used slips. I would study everything so Id be ready for his questions the next day.
Luc was entranced by all this too.
By the time I was twelve, I begged my parents to let me stay with my grandparents for the next nine months and go to school here. My mom adored them and understood how much I loved to be with them. To my joy, she and dad allowed it, but they said I could only do it that one time because theyd miss me too much otherwise. At the time I didnt understand the great sacrifice they made to let me live with my grandparents.
Before I had to go back home the next June, Papa picked me up and put me on this table Im leaning against. She patted it. By now shed mesmerized Luc. Thats when he told me I had the nose.
But he said I had to keep it a secret. When I turned twenty-six, he would put me in charge of the company. But if he died before that birthday, he would leave instructions that the board install me as the official head after I came of age. In the meantime, he encouraged me to stick by him whenever I could.
I thought he was kidding at making me the head of the company. I didnt believe he really meant those words. I hardly understood them, but he made me feel special and I adored him. I ended up staying with my grandparents in the summers and during holidays. He let me hover at his side and taught me how to cook up a perfume recipe.
I met the people he worked with, the farmers, the workers at the distilleries, the workers at the warehouses. He took me on trips with him and grandma to Morocco and India and Nicosia. He taught me the difference between the soils in those climates, and the soil in Grasse, where the sweetest flowers are grown. We also spent time looking at ancient artifacts wherever we went. I couldnt get enough.
After college in Paris, he asked me to come back to Grasse and work with him in here. Just the two of us. No one else was ever allowed inside. It was during that time he started confiding in me about certain issues in his life that had plagued him since childhood. I learned devastating things that broke my heart.
Before his death, he asked a great favor of me. Hed devised a plan to remedy his pain, but it needed my help to execute and couldnt be carried out until he died. Her eyes filled with tears. She stopped talking for a minute and stared at him. This is where you come in, Luc.
Was she playing him?
Unbelievably his cell rang just then. He checked the caller ID. His mother was phoning. Theyd just returned from the Orient and his sister had planned a big family party. Excuse me for a moment, Jasmine. I have to take this.
Of course.
He walked over to a corner and picked up. Maman?
The party started an hour ago. Where are you? Everyones waiting!
Ill be there in a half hour.
That long?
I had business. It couldnt be helped. See you soon. He clicked off and turned to Jasmine, haunted by more questions that needed answers.
You gave me an hour, she said, reading his mind. I understand you have to go, but I havent come to the most important part yet. Could I meet you at your office next week when its convenient so we can finish this conversation? You need to hear about the great injustice that has been done. I must have help to solve it. Hopefully your
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О книге: Can she melt his frozen heart?Since taking over the luxurious Ferriers perfume brand, new CEO Jasmine Martin has been fighting an uphill battle to prove she deserves her high-powered position! Especially to brooding tycoon Luc Charriere, the most distractingly handsome man she’s ever met…Luc doesn’t trust easily, but Jasmine needs his help, and something in her beautiful blue eyes tempts him to offer his support. And when Luc realises how much he cares for her, he’ll risk everything to keep the woman who stole his heart by his side…