In Bed With...Collection
In Bed With...Collection
Emma Darcy
EMMA DARCY’S life journey has taken as many twists and turns as the characters in her stories, whose international popularity has resulted in over sixty million book sales. Born in Australia and currently living in a beachside property on the central coast of New South Wales, she travels extensively to research settings and increase her experience of places and people.
Initially a French/English teacher, she changed careers to computer programming before marriage and motherhood settled her into a community life. A voracious reader, the step to writing her own books seemed a natural progression and the challenge of creating exciting stories was soon highly addictive.
Over the past twenty-five years she has written ninety-five books for Mills & Boon, appearing regularly on the Waldenbooks bestseller lists in the USA and in the Nielsen BookScan Top 100 chart in the UK.
In Bed with… Collection
In Bed with a Bachelor
In Bed with a King
In Bed with the Playboy
In Bed with the Boss
In Bed with Her Groom
In Bed with a Sheikh
Emma Darcy
www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)
Table of Contents
Cover (#ub8bd9ec1-4110-5f86-88b7-4f30f333d748)
About the Author (#u6acc5bf1-cf96-5536-ac44-d81a31f8bdbe)
Title Page (#u7bb9ad15-18f6-52a6-bd6c-c22256b6661d)
The Costarella Conquest (#u11f7ba37-1056-58ae-9596-d7bf543d8c12)
CHAPTER ONE (#ub7b0b0a1-da63-56b2-8b9f-590b960b141e)
CHAPTER TWO (#ude327d4e-474b-5da3-bfd6-c7e56f494d2c)
CHAPTER THREE (#ue987737b-87a9-5316-b03b-05a2facfc879)
CHAPTER FOUR (#ub43cfd23-2494-5801-bb4f-7b22013cedf3)
CHAPTER FIVE (#u0ffb1e96-c63e-5ab9-a6f9-36c899b4abf3)
CHAPTER SIX (#u17e3bf13-63b9-5ef3-ad89-d7f82b14c165)
CHAPTER SEVEN (#u996771e3-d3be-5484-a3ec-9874690659c8)
CHAPTER EIGHT (#ua4d1c773-6db5-5bfc-b199-90aa870081af)
CHAPTER NINE (#u0753f829-099f-5c0e-8199-8ad9d9ac33c0)
CHAPTER TEN (#u6156f386-7bdc-53b2-99ae-000ef672f757)
CHAPTER ELEVEN (#ue51b9c76-44e7-53ea-aa48-352eb682462f)
CHAPTER TWELVE (#ud09fc591-25b6-55f6-9d2c-8b9ecc897f6d)
CHAPTER THIRTEEN (#uc8de8a03-fc16-5d01-93cb-4a72de3c6e4f)
CHAPTER FOURTEEN (#u90894b24-c51a-5cbd-935a-371c0144782c)
CHAPTER FIFTEEN (#uacf78d41-0804-5d06-8ccf-804e8432937b)
The Hot-Blooded Groom (#u6facd1df-f11f-54df-b8a5-4af1629582b1)
CHAPTER ONE (#u282a0541-0e81-596f-8368-6c600037bbae)
CHAPTER TWO (#u5147322a-f9b3-536f-9f0f-37ad5bf190d2)
CHAPTER THREE (#u82545fd4-3c2c-5d37-a416-156df5f53230)
CHAPTER FOUR (#ufbb6aa0a-dc74-5bf1-9487-67907310a855)
CHAPTER FIVE (#uef6914c3-c48d-552f-9973-91c836055178)
CHAPTER SIX (#u54912eba-05cd-5dde-9325-c8b9f3a84776)
CHAPTER SEVEN (#u8f6aa2d0-5ba1-5398-a6bb-3659b4dd24f2)
CHAPTER EIGHT (#uedaee705-0102-5e4c-9f69-dd1bc221f30f)
CHAPTER NINE (#uae52ab7e-bf61-5a86-b7ba-df5fffe18a2e)
CHAPTER TEN (#ud6afc7fa-a2b5-5732-b70b-b65a3795b008)
CHAPTER ELEVEN (#u37435004-968d-5f43-a4a7-0a1b5f414c8d)
CHAPTER TWELVE (#u3a0fad7e-6145-5cab-86aa-39d235c4393a)
CHAPTER THIRTEEN (#u842254d9-9317-5e65-9956-517fde9de164)
CHAPTER FOURTEEN (#u938b5e11-be50-5f6c-b43c-ee9a3e8351fb)
CHAPTER FIFTEEN (#u78d845c2-5665-5707-9e04-1798bb47f270)
CHAPTER SIXTEEN (#ub526f315-6c6b-5022-8276-05309f6dcf36)
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN (#ue82c68a8-8fee-5e81-9ad1-2840881aacbf)
Inherited: One Nanny (#u385a6a5d-9759-5646-9662-c7ec9881dbec)
DEDICATION (#u282119e7-038f-51bc-9bde-908b1646a386)
CHAPTER ONE (#u3af34024-6314-52d1-a2df-b94678b8f3fe)
CHAPTER TWO (#uca34a2ea-58f7-5c7c-8723-5ba09bdce13e)
CHAPTER THREE (#u3c2b2cac-d1e2-5746-b57f-b9184eb2e12f)
CHAPTER FOUR (#u26ff9302-9eee-5a84-b8b7-05bc3c0b20da)
CHAPTER FIVE (#ub70ef5d0-084b-5a74-9e53-a512b081db92)
CHAPTER SIX (#u18cc6780-6c58-5d7e-9723-547aeef34502)
CHAPTER SEVEN (#u75cb982e-2a08-5836-9911-88d66370822e)
CHAPTER EIGHT (#u1a3c1f8d-8212-59d7-a8d1-1498e9bb3489)
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CHAPTER TEN (#u67106792-f286-591d-8bc7-728b555bd512)
CHAPTER ELEVEN (#u83790ace-3731-5542-9abe-f1e4282667e3)
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CHAPTER THIRTEEN (#u495237a6-f64b-5608-b303-53863442dac3)
CHAPTER FOURTEEN (#ubee198ae-db4c-55f7-8509-b33c6dd38d83)
CHAPTER FIFTEEN (#u983ceccf-b343-5568-963a-ff72a9c70863)
CHAPTER SIXTEEN (#u14628117-99df-5b85-941d-5366d65a6b39)
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN (#ucb93129a-b673-5e2d-a5d6-5b7515fd23ec)
The Cattle King’s Mistress (#u71ec7bfe-314c-5855-8203-89da74a7b144)
CHAPTER ONE (#u903e6a38-deb0-5726-9dbc-6129cdf11070)
CHAPTER TWO (#u7e527a3c-921d-5e73-9809-0163f5044eed)
CHAPTER THREE (#uad057ba5-8934-50d6-b2c6-168b4ab1c9ad)
CHAPTER FOUR (#uf6141c2d-fe7f-56a9-9cbe-18caca111010)
CHAPTER FIVE (#uff0a752b-983b-5db2-aa55-e9a63bd2eefb)
CHAPTER SIX (#u21eb7693-f8bd-5185-967b-25275adef7ac)
CHAPTER SEVEN (#ufbaf008e-8290-5caa-9c0e-690165bd0ffe)
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CHAPTER NINE (#u3a811b60-41d8-5fdd-b4b5-059079e9648b)
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CHAPTER FOURTEEN (#ufc66690e-483e-58a6-abc7-7701bac7f617)
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CHAPTER SIXTEEN (#ud0bdda00-5b00-5aed-a7c4-24610e6f9c2e)
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN (#u88a82e13-af5d-5653-9980-fcf0b3f399f6)
The Playboy King’s Wife (#ucad49ac6-db11-5839-8b1d-9a22aa782c4e)
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CHAPTER SIX (#uf6fdabdf-46e6-5ca9-9f6d-06313d61ec4d)
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CHAPTER EIGHT (#u2e1da4f7-5c00-54c7-82e7-c5f066305ba2)
CHAPTER NINE (#u338c6d7e-f7b6-5b14-a45d-d52909f9f8f2)
CHAPTER TEN (#uf3cd7d7e-dad7-5814-ab90-95678a83efac)
CHAPTER ELEVEN (#u1a46c3a7-4227-512e-93a8-2f97fb5d6df3)
CHAPTER TWELVE (#ue7d1e2e8-f151-55e4-9128-059f6cdb9d92)
CHAPTER THIRTEEN (#ue5a69b77-6e6b-5e7d-96bf-14cbbfda99e1)
CHAPTER FOURTEEN (#uad806f2b-1ec7-5149-80ce-8a044c9f0c30)
CHAPTER FIFTEEN (#u35a523ef-8488-596d-a2b6-cdf54ac8b743)
The Pleasure King’s Bride (#u578d83df-3d79-50d5-90b5-deb566548b64)
CHAPTER ONE (#ud2c09931-61c3-544c-ac1d-88ff3ea11b8e)
CHAPTER TWO (#uc875e95f-5248-5ef6-b2ea-cabb6d65230a)
CHAPTER THREE (#u84a89741-cd3a-59e5-a444-2df1e47ac006)
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CHAPTER FIVE (#u87a63efc-e0ef-58cb-86c5-febea35f613d)
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CHAPTER EIGHT (#u3e251365-e2d4-5f5f-8a81-bb9857ccc868)
CHAPTER NINE (#ue7c01e20-554a-530a-837f-b671cfb85212)
CHAPTER TEN (#u0f4ffb2b-5807-55e1-be0f-6d903cae0353)
CHAPTER ELEVEN (#u1836c293-5979-5b4f-925f-1d9022ae4a4b)
CHAPTER TWELVE (#ud61131dd-e0b3-5c27-933b-40ed5c0d6696)
CHAPTER THIRTEEN (#u971ffdef-80a3-5828-aa53-3d76b9b4dbb7)
CHAPTER FOURTEEN (#ub03cef67-69ee-51ae-afd7-4b25c40cdcb6)
CHAPTER FIFTEEN (#u22c112d8-858f-5196-bb3d-58199c876c92)
Hidden Mistress, Public Wife (#u27e92744-5496-5565-b3ed-4ce3acbdc6cf)
CHAPTER ONE (#ubdbc6ea7-ed42-5355-b08c-a6d7032aa541)
CHAPTER TWO (#uc06338cc-3d18-5f18-b2cb-dce78230ca6d)
CHAPTER THREE (#uf5f6f12b-e665-5d6b-b163-55f22ca107ff)
CHAPTER FOUR (#ue2961815-f9c0-520d-a270-d2ce1f3550a5)
CHAPTER FIVE (#u087790cb-2220-5a62-b744-672f8735f770)
CHAPTER SIX (#u853d38e1-e917-578e-8a12-9f920e5e6edf)
CHAPTER SEVEN (#uff443388-72bf-5544-8318-e43d8fd3b3d2)
CHAPTER EIGHT (#uf3e9832b-4abc-5f42-a167-841fb83ec468)
CHAPTER NINE (#ufb9fef2a-5629-582a-b4a9-b707e7cf39c7)
CHAPTER TEN (#uaa77ee8d-fc74-57b1-a0ee-f3e4ca77c9f4)
CHAPTER ELEVEN (#u521de707-c954-5a69-bda7-f26feb6ac62c)
CHAPTER TWELVE (#u3b9592fa-f2f7-52be-baa0-c04564cad8ac)
CHAPTER THIRTEEN (#u651b7e72-4840-59d8-b49c-8b78076afaad)
CHAPTER FOURTEEN (#u486d7ee2-a67c-53d8-982d-11313d5f8c08)
CHAPTER FIFTEEN (#ub0e8e5ce-7c98-5dd0-b77c-8288e6e2275e)
CHAPTER SIXTEEN (#u1decea5a-8cc3-5122-a1fc-213413c0b281)
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN (#u4d9589ae-1343-5283-885d-e4c4bf166a39)
The Secret Mistress (#ud1f3065c-05b3-57f8-9ce6-fc0da9998c0c)
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CHAPTER THREE (#ua0b245f3-74de-501b-a8d1-9d7cd0c64ab6)
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CHAPTER EIGHT (#ua5c77b50-92e8-572f-a70f-1ddd54f3ac3f)
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CHAPTER SIXTEEN (#u9158fe3d-1952-572c-9644-6d61530a4ccc)
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN (#u7e2f3a42-f8ae-5835-9f94-38b69227fb38)
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CHAPTER NINETEEN (#ubd946b53-91cf-524b-acd4-c0e87e459903)
Claiming His Mistress (#ud9743899-754d-5653-b9ad-44383d615090)
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CHAPTER ELEVEN (#u20f2d267-47c0-5dd0-a6ff-7cafcd3bb832)
CHAPTER TWELVE (#uff5aada7-a556-50fa-92f8-0976f8fd11e5)
CHAPTER THIRTEEN (#uba494970-fa81-57a5-9587-28775a00b666)
CHAPTER FOURTEEN (#u68822296-ed98-5a04-958e-ed24f3b69f91)
CHAPTER FIFTEEN (#uedca4480-2756-5698-a36e-92a90b68881b)
CHAPTER SIXTEEN (#u31dbe9cb-969e-5bbf-b9c0-36e0ee4dd51b)
The Wedding Decider (#uf012c1ad-d56c-5c8b-835c-08656022bd97)
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CHAPTER EIGHTEEN (#u42ccbc43-5c27-5666-a631-39f09a54e730)
Their Wedding Day (#u6b8bb5e9-3919-5def-9a20-f9e13873645c)
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CHAPTER SEVENTEEN (#u262c1783-500e-5f79-9e8d-a001727faa0d)
His Boardroom Mistress (#u36434ecd-871a-5557-baf6-9b991b69f468)
DEDICATION (#ucdbb5058-8122-5168-9148-098cccc7f4e8)
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CHAPTER SIXTEEN (#uda7d501a-2cc1-57af-931c-c9d5f0813787)
Mischief and Marriage (#ub96ca96e-78dd-5487-9fc1-50033ca64dd3)
DEDICATION (#u8200ce2b-1882-5a4c-94e7-a02c6744965d)
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CHAPTER THREE (#u4813a429-2a7a-5fad-a92d-1150faad5e4f)
CHAPTER FOUR (#uc7bdb6ec-9961-579f-ae81-698dfae33364)
CHAPTER FIVE (#u74e808f8-8495-5883-b1a3-80a90eb5d92a)
CHAPTER SIX (#uac328e20-24a0-519c-9608-4239141aceb9)
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CHAPTER EIGHT (#ud657f1ff-6a04-51fc-a65d-3e27050334b6)
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CHAPTER TEN (#u68641675-ec3e-5e74-b30d-196ede59b439)
CHAPTER ELEVEN (#ufb91bca5-85e5-520b-8335-493e3987e36c)
CHAPTER TWELVE (#u879c6a87-cf8c-5215-8322-2656daa133e7)
CHAPTER THIRTEEN (#ue679fcf2-bd7e-536c-bfb8-bcb27192ea99)
CHAPTER FOURTEEN (#u424e6734-d8d0-559f-b25c-5897e952ddec)
A Marriage Betrayed (#u10dc7a8d-c89b-52e6-bb8c-bda4b44fa7b2)
DEDICATION (#u2bb90a17-6522-59b7-8f42-dda2ac4c696e)
CHAPTER ONE (#uc8eeec19-745a-5d2b-b3be-4f8f7543c700)
CHAPTER TWO (#uacdcf093-cfc7-5322-a8ba-0635d427d1fc)
CHAPTER THREE (#ua7a53790-42d8-5751-83f8-a81ace9c79f1)
CHAPTER FOUR (#ud07d47bc-9a21-5d5b-9526-4e725ae397e2)
CHAPTER FIVE (#uad91b778-04a7-59d3-8e62-d36932fd820e)
CHAPTER SIX (#ud2056915-3cdd-5479-9c64-9b9bd0a3d1e0)
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The Costarella Conquest (#ud535c0fb-8216-5cc4-a273-7d8e9771b73f)
Emma Darcy
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FRIDAY afternoon in the office of the man Jake Freedman had every reason to hate, and he could barely contain his impatience to leave. Soon, very soon, he would have all the evidence to indict Alex Costarella for the vulture he was, picking over the carcasses of bankrupted companies to feed his own bankroll. Then he could leave for good. In the meantime, the facade of aspiring to be Costarella’s right-hand man in the liquidation business could not afford any cracks.
‘It’s Mother’s Day on Sunday,’ the big man remarked, eyeing Jake with speculative interest. ‘You don’t have any family, do you?’
Not since you helped to kill my stepfather.
Jake managed a rueful smile. ‘Lost both my parents in my teens.’
‘Yes, I remember you saying so. Difficult for you. Makes it all the more admirable that you pushed on with a career path and have made such a fine job of it.’
Every step of the way had been burning with the ambition to take this man down. And he would. It had taken ten years to get to this point—accountancy, law, building up experience in Costarella’s business, gaining his confidence. Only a few more months now…
‘I’d like you to meet my daughter.’
Shock startled Jake out of his secret brooding and rattled his ruthless determination. He’d never thought about the vulture’s family, or what effect his own actions might have on them. He raised his eyebrows enquiringly. Was the daughter about to come into her father’s business or…was this some weird attempt at matchmaking?
‘Laura is a stunner in any man’s language. Smart girl and a great cook,’ Costarella declared with an inviting smile. ‘Come to lunch at my home on Sunday and find out for yourself.’
A sales pitch! And a set-up for a connection to be made!
Jake inwardly recoiled from an up-close-and-personal involvement with anyone related to this man. His hand moved instinctively in a negative gesture. ‘I’d be intruding on your family day.’
‘I want you to come, Jake.’
The expression on his face brooked no refusal. It was a strong, handsome face, framed by thick, steel-grey hair and dominated by steel-grey eyes—a face imbued with the confidence of a man who could and did take control of anything and bend it to his will.
Jake knew instantly that if he persisted in declining the invitation, the approval rating that gave him access to the evidence he needed could be lost. ‘That’s very kind of you,’ he rolled out with an appreciative smile. ‘If you’re sure I’d be welcome…’
Any doubt on that score was clearly irrelevant. What Costarella wanted, he got. ‘Make it eleven-thirty,’ he said without hesitation. ‘You know where I live?’
‘Yes. Thank you. I’ll look forward to it.’
‘Good! I’ll see you then.’ The grey eyes glittered with satisfaction. ‘You won’t be disappointed.’
Jake nodded, taking his dismissal as gracefully as he could, knowing he had to turn up on Sunday, knowing he had to show an interest in the daughter, and hating the idea with every fibre of his being.
Why Costarella wanted this, he didn’t know. It seemed ridiculously patriarchal in this day and age to be lining up a suitor, as though people were pawns to be moved as he wished. Nevertheless, it was typical of the callous mentality of the man. He moved to his own beat, not giving a damn about anyone else’s interests.
Jake had to go along with him, play for time, protect his own agenda. If he had to start dating Laura Costarella he would, but no way would he allow himself to become emotionally attached to her, regardless of how beautiful and smart she was.
She was the daughter of the enemy.
He wasn’t about to forget that.
Ever.
Mother’s Day…
Laura Costarella wished it could be what it was supposed to be—a beautiful, memorable day for her mother with her children showing their love and appreciation for all she’d done for them, and their father being happy with the family they’d created together.
It wasn’t going to be like that.
Her father had invited a special guest to the family lunch and from the smug little smile accompanying this announcement, Laura strongly suspected that the guest would be used to show up the shortcomings in his son and daughter, as well as the failings of the mother who had raised them.
Jake Freedman—a hard name, and undoubtedly as hard in character as her father was, or he wouldn’t have risen so fast to the top of the tree in the Costarella Accountancy Company, which raked in millions from bankrupt firms. Did he know how he was going to be used today? Did he care?
Laura shook her head over the futile speculation. What would happen would happen. She couldn’t stop it. All she could do was cook her mother’s favourite foods for lunch and try to deflect the barbs of her father’s discontent with his family. Keep smiling, she told herself, no matter what.
She hoped her brother would follow that advice today, too, for their mother’s sake. No eruption into a resentful rage. No walking out. Just smile and shrug off any critical remarks like water off a duck’s back. Surely it wasn’t too much to ask for Eddie to keep his testosterone in check for one short day.
The doorbell rang as she finished preparing the vegetables for baking as she’d seen done on the cooking show that was one of her favourite television programs. They were ready to slip into the oven with the slowly roasting leg of lamb when the time was right. The pumpkin and bacon soup only had to be reheated. The cream was whipped and the lemon-lime tart was in the refrigerator waiting to be served.
She quickly washed her hands, removed her apron and pasted a smile on her face, determined to greet their visitor with all the charm she could muster.
Jake stood at the front door to Alex Costarella’s Mosman mansion, steeling himself to be an appreciative and charming guest. The huge two-storey redbrick home was one of Sydney’s old establishment houses, set in immaculately kept grounds, oozing solid respectability—a perfect front to hide the true nature of the man who had acquired it by ripping off other people.
He remembered how hard his stepfather had fought the bankruptcy officials to hold back the sale of their family home while his mother was still alive—just a few more months until the cancer finally took her. No caring, no mercy from the money men. And the whole rotten process had been started by Costarella, who had deliberately turned a blind eye to how a company and hundreds of jobs could have been saved, preferring the prospect of lining his own pockets while being in charge of selling off all the assets.
No caring, no mercy.
His stepfather’s heart had given out only a few weeks after his mother had died. Two funerals in close succession. Jake couldn’t lay both of them at Costarella’s door, but he could certainly lay one. It amused him to think of himself as the wolf outside, waiting to be given open entry to another wolf’s home.
Taronga Park Zoo was nearby.
But the dangerous animals were right here.
Costarella didn’t know Jake was on the prowl, waiting for the right moment to attack. He was holding his daughter out as bait for a bright future with the young gun in the company, unaware that he was the targeted prey. As for Laura, herself…
The door opened and Jake was faced with a woman who instantly excited an interest. She was beautiful; long black curly hair, incredible blue eyes, a mouth with lush full lips stretched into a greeting smile of perfect white teeth. She wore a clingy top in purple and white, the neckline dipping down low enough to reveal the upper swell of breasts that were more than big enough to fill a man’s hands. Tight purple jeans outlined the rest of her hourglass figure and emphasised the seductive length of her shapely legs. The sexual animal inside Jake growled with the desire to take.
It was several moments before he recovered wits enough to identify himself as the expected guest. ‘I’m Jake. Jake Freedman,’ he said, hoping she hadn’t noticed how taken he was by her.
Alex Costarella’s daughter was a man-trap.
Falling into it did not fit into his plan.
‘Hello. I’m Laura, the daughter of the house.’
She heard herself say the words as though from a great distance, her mind totally stunned by how handsome Jake Freedman was. Though handsome didn’t say it all, not by a long shot. She’d met a lot of good-looking men. Her brother’s world was full of them, actors making their mark in television shows. But this man…what was it that had her heart racing and her stomach fluttering?
His hair was dark brown and cut so short the wave in it was barely noticeable. Somehow the lack of careful styling made his dark brown eyes more riveting. Or maybe it was the unusual shape of them, his eyelids drooping in a way that made them look triangular and incredibly sexy. A strong straight nose, a strong squarish jaw and a strongly sculptured mouth added to the male impact of his face. He would have been perfectly cast as James Bond, Laura thought, and had the nervous feeling he was just as dangerous as the legendary 007 character.
He had the physique to go with it, too. As tall as her father but more lethally lean and looking powerfully masculine in his black jeans and black-and-white sports shirt, the long sleeves casually rolled up to the elbows, revealing hard muscular forearms. Jake Freedman was so male, it was stirring everything female in her. Even though she knew he was her father’s man, it was impossible not to feel interested in him.
‘Pleased to meet you,’ he said, offering his hand with a smile that made him even sexier.
‘Likewise,’ Laura replied, extending her own hand and finding it subjected to an electric sensation that was so shocking she wanted to snatch it away. ‘Please come in,’ she rattled out, needing movement to excuse the quick extraction from physical contact with him.
‘Daughter of the house,’ he repeated musingly as he stepped inside. ‘Does that mean you still live here at home?’
The curious assessment in his eyes gave her the sense he was summing up possibilities between them. ‘Yes. It’s a big house,’ she answered drily. Big enough to keep out of her father’s way most of the time.
Jake Freedman had to be years older than her university friends, given his position in her father’s business, and remembering that unpleasant fact she should avoid him like the plague, apart from getting through this visit today. They would have nothing—absolutely nothing—in common.
‘The family is enjoying the sunshine on the back patio,’ she said, leading him down the wide hallway that bisected the house. ‘I’ll take you out to Dad, then bring you some refreshments. What would you like to drink?’
‘A glass of iced water would be fine, thank you.’
It surprised her. ‘Not a Scotch on the rocks man like my father?’
‘No.’
‘What about a vodka martini?’
‘Just water.’
Well, he wasn’t James Bond, she thought, swallowing down a silly giggle.
‘Do you have a job, Laura?’
‘Yes, I’m a Director of First Impressions.’ It was okay to let the laughter gurgle out at his puzzled expression. ‘I read it in the newspaper this morning,’ she explained. ‘It’s the title now given to a receptionist.’
‘Ah!’ He smiled at the pretentiousness of it.
‘You know what they call a window cleaner?’
‘Please enlighten me.’
‘A vision clearance executive.’
He laughed, making his megawatt attractiveness zoom even higher.
‘A teacher is a knowledge navigator,’ Laura rattled on, trying to ignore his effect on her. ‘And a librarian is an information retrieval specialist. I can’t remember the rest of the list. All the titles were very wordy.’
‘So putting it simply, you’re a receptionist.’
‘Part-time at a local medical practice. I’m still at uni, doing landscape architecture. It’s a four-year degree program and I’m currently making my way through the last year.’
‘Working and studying? Your father doesn’t support you?’ he queried, obviously not quite in tune with a wealthy man who wouldn’t finance his children’s full education.
She slanted him a derisive look. ‘My father doesn’t support what he doesn’t approve of. You should know that since you work with him.’
‘But you’re his daughter.’
‘Who was expected to fall in with his wishes. I’m allowed to live here. That’s as much support as my father will give to my career choice.’
‘Perhaps you should have sought complete independence.’
It was an odd remark, coming from a man who had to have made an art form of falling in with her father’s wishes. However, she wasn’t about to discuss the dynamics of her family with an outsider, particularly not someone who specialised in siding with her father.
‘My mother needs me.’
It was a brief reply and all he was going to get from her. She opened the back door and ushered him out to the patio, quickly announcing, ‘Your Jake is here, Dad.’
‘Ah!’ Her father rose from his chair at the patio table, which was strewn with the Sunday newspapers. His whole face beamed a welcome at the man who was undoubtedly performing up to his expectations in every respect. ‘Good to see you here, Jake. Beautiful autumn day, isn’t it?’
‘Couldn’t be better,’ he agreed, moving forward to shake her father’s offered hand.
Confident, smooth, at ease with himself and the situation…and Laura definitely wasn’t. She felt dreadfully at odds with the strong tug of attraction that wouldn’t go away. It was wrong. It had to be wrong. The last thing she wanted was a man like her father messing with her life.
‘Go and fetch your mother, Laura. She’s showing Eddie the latest innovations in the garden. You can tell them both to come and meet our guest.’
‘Will do,’ she said, glad to leave the two men together, though knowing that the stirring of the family pot couldn’t be delayed for long. Her father expected instant obedience to his call.
The garden was her mother’s refuge. She was never happier than when discussing what could be done next to it with Nick Jeffries, the handyman who shared her enthusiasm for creating wonderful visual effects and did all the heavy work for her. Laura loved this garden, too, loved every aspect of landscape design, making something beautiful instead of tearing something down…as her father did.
And as Jake Freedman did.
It would be stupid to forget that. She could never, never be in tune with a mind that dealt with destruction.
‘Mum, Eddie…’ she called out. They were by the rockpool, where Nick had installed the new solar lights. ‘Dad’s guest is here.’
Her mother’s smile of pleasure instantly drooped into a grimace. She darted an anxious look at her son, worried about an imminent clash of personalities.
Eddie hugged her shoulders, smiling reassurance. ‘I promise I’ll be good, Mum. No bad boy today.’
It won a wry little laugh.
Eddie made a great bad boy in the soap opera he currently starred in. The wild flop of his thick black hair, the designer stubble along his angular jawline, the dimple in his chiselled chin, the piercing blue eyes…all made him a very popular pin-up, especially on his flash motorbike. He was wearing black leathers today, though he was now carrying his jacket, discarded because of the heat of the morning. His white T-shirt was emblazoned with a Harley-Davidson. He played a bikie and he looked like one, much to her father’s disgust.
The three of them started strolling back towards the patio, son and daughter flanking their mother, determined to keep a happy ball rolling for her. Why she stayed with their father was beyond their comprehension. There was no joy in the marriage. Having a very dominant husband who controlled everything seemed to have sapped her of any will for an independent life.
Laura always thought of her mother as a lady, never anything but beautifully dressed and groomed, imbued with gracious manners, doing everything correctly and tastefully, making a special ritual of keeping fresh floral arrangements in the house, which she did herself. Even her name, Alicia, was somehow very ladylike.
She looked particularly lovely today, her newly dyed blond hair cut into a short, fluffy style, a blue silk tunic giving her eyes more colour. They had seemed so dull and washed out lately, Laura had worried there might be a health problem her mother was not admitting to. She was getting too thin, as well, a fact hidden by the loosely fitting long-sleeved tunic. The white slacks were also loose, affecting a casually elegant look. Certainly no one would notice anything amiss with her, not on the surface. Jake Freedman would probably pigeonhole her as the typical rich man’s wife.
‘What’s he like?’ her mother asked.
‘James Bond,’ popped straight out of Laura’s mouth.
‘What? Loaded and dangerous?’ Eddie queried.
She grinned at him. ‘Plus gorgeous and sexy.’
He rolled his eyes. ‘Don’t you go falling for him, Laura. That’s bad territory.’
‘Yes, be careful,’ her mother quickly warned, her eyes anxious again. ‘Your father might want you to like this man. There has to be some motive behind inviting him here today.’
‘Could be that marrying the boss’s daughter is on Jake Freedman’s agenda,’ Eddie put in, grinning wolfishly, then snapping his teeth to make the point.
Marriage?
Never!
She’d walked out of every relationship she’d had once the guy started making demands on her, which always happened sooner or later. From what she’d witnessed at home, marriage was an endless string of demands, plus abuse thrown in if the demands weren’t met. No man was ever going to own her as his wife.
She rolled her eyes back at Eddie. ‘I’m not so easy to gobble up. I’ll be feeding him lunch. He can whistle for anything more from me.’
‘Humphrey Bogart,’ her mother murmured.
‘What?’
‘Humphrey Bogart. He whistled for Lauren Bacall. It was in an old movie.’
‘Well, I haven’t seen it.’
‘Did he get her in the end?’ Eddie asked.
‘Yes.’
‘No doubt she wanted to be got,’ Laura said, giving her brother a quelling look. ‘Different story.’
‘I’ll be watching the mouth of Dad’s man of the moment,’ he tossed back at her, wicked teasing in his eyes. ‘If he starts whistling…’
‘It’s more likely the man of the moment is about to be used to show you up as a footloose lightweight, Eddie, so watch your own mouth.’
‘I don’t know…I don’t know…’ their mother fretted.
‘It’s okay, Mum,’ Eddie quickly soothed. ‘Laura and I have put our walls up and nothing is going to crack them today. Just you relax now. We’re both on guard.’
It was a relief to hear Eddie so sure that his protective armour was in place. Laura wished she could say the same for herself. Despite what her mind dictated, as soon as they came into view of the two men on the patio and she caught Jake Freedman’s gaze on her, there was no wall at all to hold off the sexual chemistry he triggered in her.
Immediately she felt a wild tingling in her breasts, shooting her nipples into hard bullets. Her hips started swaying provocatively, driven by some primitive instinct to show off her femininity. Heat whooshed to the apex of her thighs and somehow melted the normal strength in her legs. Her toes curled. And turbulent temptation crashed through every bit of common sense that told her to keep away from this man.
She would love to have him.
Regardless of how wrong it would be.
She would love to have him.
Just for the experience!
CHAPTER TWO (#ud535c0fb-8216-5cc4-a273-7d8e9771b73f)
JAKE found it difficult to tear his gaze away from Laura to make a quick assessment of the other two people he was about to meet. The mother was more or less what he expected of Alex Costarella’s wife—a lady-of-the-manor type who undoubtedly kept his house as beautifully as she kept herself—but the son was a surprise…unkempt, longish black hair, designer stubble, clothes indicative of a bikie. Obviously Eddie didn’t toe his father’s line, either.
Two rebellious children and one submissive wife.
Was he supposed to tame Laura, draw her into becoming the kind of woman her father would approve of, sharing his world instead of striking out on her own, pleasing herself?
He looked at her again and felt a tightening in his groin. She was, without a doubt, the most desirable woman he’d ever come into contact with, dangerous to play with, yet the idea of drawing her away from her father made her all the more tempting. It was fair justice for Costarella to feel the loss of someone dear to him as well as the loss of the business that gave him the power to wreck people’s lives.
He was acutely aware of Laura watching him as her father performed the introductions, weighing up how he responded to her family.
‘Alicia, my wife…’
‘Delighted to meet you,’ Jake rolled out with a smile.
She returned it but there was a wary look in her eyes as she replied, ‘Welcome to our home.’
‘And my son, Eddie, who obviously didn’t bother to shave this morning, not even for his mother.’
The acid criticism was brushed off with a nonchalant grin. ‘Couldn’t do it, Dad. We’re shooting tomorrow. Got to stay in character.’ He turned the grin to Jake as he offered his hand. ‘I guess you’re the son my father should have had, Jake. Happy days, man!’
Jake laughed and took his hand, shaking his head as he replied, ‘Don’t know about that but thanks for the good wishes, Eddie.’
‘You’re welcome.’
‘Eddie is an actor,’ Laura put in proudly. ‘He plays the bad boy in The Wild and the Wonderful.’
Jake frowned apologetically. ‘I’m sorry. I don’t know the show.’
Her father snorted. ‘It’s rubbish. A TV soapie.’
‘Rubbish or not, I enjoy doing it,’ Eddie declared, totally unabashed. ‘How about you, Jake? Do you enjoy doing what you do?’
‘It’s challenging. I guess acting is, too,’ he said, careful to be even-handed in his reply.
‘Totally absurd la-la-land,’ Costarella jeered. ‘Jake and I deal with the real world, Eddie.’
‘Well, Dad, lots of people like to have a break from the real world and I help give it to them.’ He deftly turned attention back to the guest. ‘How do you relax from the pressure-cooker of work, Jake?’
Jake found himself liking Laura’s brother. He stood up for himself and was clearly his own man. ‘Something physical does the trick for me,’ he answered.
‘Yeah, got to say sex does it for me, too,’ Eddie drawled, eyes twinkling with reckless mischief.
‘Eddie!’
The shocked cry from his mother brought a swift apology. ‘Sorry, Mum. It’s all Laura’s fault, saying Jake was sexy.’
‘Did she now?’ Costarella said with satisfaction.
‘Eddie!’ Laura cried in exasperation. ‘I told you to watch your mouth.’
Jake turned to her, curious to see the reaction to her brother’s claim. Her eyes were flashing furious sparks and her cheeks were flushed with embarrassment. As she met his gaze, her chin tilted defiantly and her own tongue let loose.
‘Don’t look at me as though you haven’t heard that about yourself before because I bet you have. It’s purely an observation, not an invitation.’
‘Laura!’ Another shocked protest from the mother.
She threw up her hands. ‘Sorry, Mum. I’m off to bring out refreshments. Iced water coming up.’
Jake couldn’t help grinning as she turned tail—a very sexy tail—and left the rest of them to patch a conversation together.
‘I did try to bring my children up with good manners,’ Alicia stated with a heavy sigh.
‘No harm done,’ her husband declared cheerfully.
‘Actually, I like working out at a gym,’ Jake said to remove sex from everyone’s minds.
‘’Course you do,’ Eddie chimed in. ‘Can’t get those muscles from sitting at a desk.’
‘I do a yoga class,’ Alicia offered, anxious to promote non-contentious chat as she gestured for everyone to sit down, tidying the newspapers on the table before sitting down herself.
Jake hadn’t expected to find himself interested in Costarella’s family. Even less had he expected to like any of them. In fact, the only one he’d given any thought to was Laura, whom he’d imagined to be a pampered princess, revelling in the role of Daddy’s little girl.
The family dynamics were certainly intriguing and Jake was not averse to exploring them further…watching, listening, gathering information…and maybe, maybe, he might go after what he wanted with Laura Costarella, satisfying himself on several levels.
Laura cursed Eddie for being provocative, cursed herself for reacting so wildly, cursed Jake Freedman for making her feel stuff that completely rocked any sensible composure. Her escape to the kitchen should have settled her nerves but they were still jumping all over the place even after she’d loaded the traymobile with the preferred drinks and the platter of hors d’oeuvres.
There was no hiding from the man. He had to be faced again. She could only hope he wouldn’t try capitalising on her remark or she’d be severely tempted to pour the jug of iced water over his head. Which just went to show how out of control she was and that just wouldn’t do. Better to freeze him off with good manners. She had to keep remembering that Jake Freedman was her father’s man and any close connection with him could not lead anywhere good.
Not emotionally.
No matter how good he might be in bed.
And she had to stop thinking of that, too.
Having taken several deep breaths and gritting her teeth with determination to behave as she should, Laura wheeled the traymobile out to the patio. It was a relief to find the four of them chatting amicably about relaxation techniques; meditation, Tai Chi, massage and flotation tanks. Even her father appeared to be in good humour. She noted glumly that the only empty chair left for her at the round table was between Jake Freedman and her mother so she couldn’t avoid being physically close to the man.
She set the platter on the table for everyone to help themselves, handed the ice-bucket containing a bottle of her mother’s favourite white wine to Eddie and told him to open it, placed the jug of iced water and a crystal tumbler in front of Jake, served her father his Scotch on the rocks, and supplied the wineglasses before bowing to the inevitable of taking the designated chair and addressing the gaffe she’d made.
‘I’m sorry for blowing my stack with you, Jake. I was annoyed with Eddie. And embarrassed.’
The riveting brown eyes sparkled with amusement, making her stomach flutter again. ‘No offence taken, Laura. I dare say Eddie hears that said about himself so often, it’s lost any currency with him. And I doubt he thought it had any currency with me, either.’
Letting her know he didn’t have tickets on himself, not on that score anyway. Though Laura wasn’t sure she believed him.
Her father snorted in rank disbelief. ‘If it didn’t have any currency with Eddie, he’d be out of a job. It’s only because all the teeny-boppers think he’s sexy that he’s built up a fan base.’
‘Lucky for me!’ Eddie said flippantly. ‘Though I do work at it, Dad.’
‘Some people just have it,’ her mother said, trying to divert a clash. ‘I always thought Sean Connery…’
‘Back to James Bond,’ Eddie cut in, grinning at Laura.
She bared her teeth at him in warning.
He stood up to pour the wine, cheerfully saying, ‘Mum’s a great movie buff, Jake. I bet no one could beat her on that topic in a quiz show. And she’s a champion Mum, too. Let’s drink a toast to her.’ He lifted his glass. ‘Mother’s Day!’
They all echoed the toast.
Having been handed the movie ball, Jake Freedman proceeded to run with it, giving her mother so much charming attention, Laura couldn’t help liking him for it. He was probably working hard at being an amenable guest, showing off his talent for diplomacy to her father. Nevertheless, it was giving her mother pleasure, and her father, for once, was not souring it with any acid comments.
In fact, he looked surprisingly content with the situation.
Laura didn’t really care why.
It was good that he wasn’t putting her mother down as he usually did.
She slipped away to attend to the lunch preparations, feeling slightly more at ease with Jake Freedman’s presence. It was making the day run more smoothly than she had hoped for. The only negative was his sexual impact on her.
She hadn’t been able to stop herself from slyly checking him over; the neat curl of his ears, the length of his eyelashes, the sensuality of his lips, the charismatic flashes of his smiles, the light sprinkle of black hairs on his strong forearms, the elegant length of his fingers with their clean clipped nails, the way his muscular thighs stretched the black fabric of his jeans. And long feet! Didn’t that mean his private parts would be…very manly?
Which, of course, would be in keeping with the rest of him.
It was all very difficult, knowing he was her father’s man. It was also difficult to concentrate on getting everything right for the meal; vegetables to go into the oven, reheating the soup, greens ready for last-minute microwaving, mint sauce on the dining-room table. She would have to sit next to him again; probably a blessing since this table wasn’t a round one and he couldn’t see what was written on her face unless he turned to her.
So far, he wasn’t giving her any special attention and it was probably better if it stayed that way—no dilemma between temptation and caution. He was bound to have a woman in the wings, anyway. Eddie had girls falling all over him and she couldn’t imagine it would be any different for Jake Freedman—another reason for not getting involved with him. Being perceived as just one of an available crowd had no appeal.
Although being the boss’s daughter, he would have to treat her with respect.
Which she’d hate.
Whatever way she looked at it, having Jake Freedman was no good. Besides, he wasn’t exactly holding out the chance to have him, though he might before the day was over. As her mother said, there had to be a purpose behind this visit. If a connection with her was the desired end, she had to be ready for it, ready to say no.
The soup was hot enough to serve. Telling herself she was lucky to have the distraction of being the cook, Laura returned to the patio to invite everyone inside for lunch. Eddie escorted her mother to the dining room. Jake Freedman followed with her father, the two men obviously on congenial terms.
Another warning.
Her father must have once been charming to her mother or she wouldn’t have married him. His true character could not have emerged until she was completely under his domination. If Jake Freedman was of like mind, thinking he had the right—the power—to rule others’ lives as he saw fit, she wanted nothing to do with him.
Jake continued to get his bearings with the Costarella family over lunch. Eddie had dropped out of school and left home at sixteen, getting himself a job as a backroom boy in one of the television studios.
‘One day you’ll regret not going on with your education,’ his father said balefully.
He shrugged. ‘Accountancy was never going to suit me, Dad.’
‘No. Head in the clouds. Just like your mother.’
The tone of disgust caused Alicia to flush. She was a more fragile person than her perfectly groomed image presented, very nervy and too anxious to please. He was recalling Laura’s comment that her mother needed her when she leapt to Alicia’s defence.
‘Oh, I think Mum’s totally grounded when it comes to her garden.’
‘Garden…movies…’ Costarella scoffed. ‘Alicia has led both of you astray with her interests. I had high hopes for you, Laura. Top of your school in mathematics…’
‘Well, I have high hopes for myself, Dad. Sorry I can’t please both of us,’ she said with a rueful smile.
‘Gardening…’ he jeered.
‘Landscape architecture is a bit more than that, Dad.’
No hesitation in standing up for herself.
Costarella huffed. ‘At least you can cook. I’ll say that for you. Enjoying the meal, Jake?’
‘Very much.’ He shot an appreciative smile at Laura. ‘Top chef standard. The soup was delicious and I’ve never tasted better lamb and baked potatoes.’
She laughed. ‘Top chef recipes from a TV cooking show. All it takes is dedication to following the instructions. You could do it yourself if you had the will to. It’s not a female prerogative. In fact, most of the top chefs are male. Do you cook for yourself?’
‘No. Mostly I eat out.’
‘Need a woman to cook for you,’ Costarella slid in.
It was a totally sexist remark and he saw the recoil from it in Laura’s eyes, followed by a derisive flash at him…if he thought the same.
He turned to Costarella and allowed himself one risky remark, grinning to take away any sting. ‘Given that most top chefs are male, a man might be better.’
Eddie found this hilarious, cracking up with laughter.
‘What’s so funny?’ his father demanded.
‘It’s just that lots of guys in the service industry are gay and I don’t see Jake as gay,’ he spluttered out.
Laura started giggling, too.
‘I’m not,’ Jake said.
‘Certainly not,’ Costarella declared emphatically.
‘We know you’re not,’ Laura assured him, still tittering.
‘Absolutely.’ Eddie backed up. ‘Laura wouldn’t think you were sexy if you were gay.’
‘Eddie, behave yourself,’ Alicia cried.
‘Impossible,’ his father muttered, though his ill humour had dissipated at this affirmation that his daughter was vulnerable to the attraction he favoured.
Laura rose from the table. ‘Now that you’ve embarrassed both of us, Eddie, I’m going to serve sweets, which I hope will be tart enough to glue up your mouth.’ She smiled at her mother. ‘It’s lemon-lime, Mum.’
‘Oh, my favourite!’ Alicia glowed with pleasure. ‘Thank you, dear.’
Jake watched her head off to the kitchen again. It would be risky business, taking on a connection with her, complicating what had been his undeviating purpose for too many years to mess with when he was in sight of the end. She could become a distraction. He’d been single-minded for so long, read justing his thinking to include a relationship with Costarella’s daughter was probably not a good idea, however tempting it was.
Cynically dating her for short-term benefits at work was no longer an option. He was genuinely attracted to her. Strongly attracted to her. She had his skin prickling with the desire for action between them. Costarella expected him to make a move on her. He wanted to make a move on her. The tricky part was controlling it.
‘How come you’re not sharing Mother’s Day with your own Mum, Jake?’ Eddie suddenly asked.
‘I would be if she were still alive, Eddie,’ he answered ruefully.
‘Oh! Sorry!’ He made an apologetic grimace. ‘Hope the bereavement isn’t recent.’
‘No.’
‘Guess I’m lucky I’ve still got mine.’ He leaned over to plant a kiss on Alicia’s cheek.
‘Yes, since you’ve always been a mother’s boy,’ Costarella sniped.
There was a flicker of fear in the look Alicia darted at her husband. Jake imagined she had been a victim of abuse for so long, she felt helpless to do anything about it.
‘I’ve been admiring the very artistic centre-piece for the table,’ he said, smiling at her to take the anxiety away. ‘Are they flowers from your garden, Alicia?’
‘Yes.’ Her face lit up with pleasure. ‘I did that arrangement this morning. I’m very proud of my chrysanthemums.’
‘And rightly so, Mum,’ Laura chimed in, wheeling the traymobile into the dining room. ‘They’re blooming beautifully.’
She served the lemon-lime tart with dollops of cream to everyone, continuing her praise of her mother’s talent for horticulture.
Jake watched her. She was beautiful. And smart. And so lushly sexy, temptation roared through him, defying the reservations that had been swimming through his mind.
As she resumed the seat beside him, he turned to her, his eyes seeking to engage hers with what he wanted. ‘I’d like to see this garden. Will you show it to me when we’ve finished lunch?’
Startled, frightened, recoiling. ‘Much better for Mum to show you, Jake. It’s her creation.’
‘He asked you, Laura,’ Costarella immediately bored in. ‘Not only should you oblige our guest, but your mother has already shown Eddie around the garden. She doesn’t need to repeat herself, do you, Alicia?’
‘No, no,’ she agreed, her hands fluttering an appeal to her daughter. ‘I’m happy for you to do it, Laura.’
Caught.
She had to do it now whether she wanted to or not.
Jake aimed at sweetening the deal for her. ‘I’m interested in seeing it through your eyes. You can tell me how it fits your concept of landscape design.’
‘Okay! I’ll flood you with knowledge,’ she said tartly.
He laughed. ‘Thank you. I will enjoy that.’
Surrender under fire, Jake thought, but no surrender in her heart. It made for one hell of a challenge…their walk in the garden. The adrenaline charge inside him wanted to fight her reluctance to involve herself with him, yet that same reluctance gave him an out from Costarella’s heavy-handed matchmaking…keeping the more important mission on track, without distraction.
He would make the decision later.
In the garden.
CHAPTER THREE (#ud535c0fb-8216-5cc4-a273-7d8e9771b73f)
LAURA told herself it was just a job she had to take on and get through—escort Jake around the garden, bore him to death with her enthusiasm for built environments and deliver him back to her father, who had announced his intention to watch a football game on television in the home theatre.
Eddie helped clear the table, following her to the kitchen to have a private word with her as they stacked the dishwasher. ‘You’re the main target today, Laura. No doubt about it now,’ he warned. ‘I’d say Dad wants Jake as his son-in-law.’
‘It’s not going to happen,’ she snapped.
‘He’s a clever guy. Been playing all sides today. And I’ve been watching you. You’re not immune to him.’
‘Which made it very stupid of you to tell him what I thought.’
‘Obvious anyway. Believe me, a guy like that knows women think he’s sexy. He would have had them vying for his attention from his teens onwards. Just don’t say yes to him.’
Easy for him, sitting on the sidelines, Laura thought savagely. ‘What if I want to?’
Eddie looked appalled.
‘He is sexy,’ she repeated defiantly, fed up with being put on the spot.
He grimaced. ‘Then make damned sure you keep it at sex and don’t end up hooked on him. The way Mum is should be warning enough for you.’
‘I will never be like Mum.’
He shook his head. ‘I wish she would leave him.’
‘She can’t see anything else. Better play a game of Scrabble with her while I’m doing my duty with Jake. She likes that.’
‘Will do. That’s a lot more fun than duty.’
Laura heaved a deep sigh, trying to relax the tension tearing at her nerves. ‘I don’t want to want him, Eddie.’
He gave her a look of serious consideration. ‘Go for it if you must. You’ll always wonder otherwise. Sooner or later he’ll turn you off and I think you’re strong enough to walk away.’
‘Yes, I am,’ she said with certainty.
‘But you’d be better off not going there.’
‘I know.’ She made a rueful grimace. ‘Maybe he’ll turn me off out in the garden.’
‘Unlikely.’
‘Well I won’t be falling at his feet, that’s for sure. And you let Mum win at Scrabble, but don’t be obvious about it.’
‘No problem.’ He grinned his devil-may-care grin. ‘Let’s go and fight the good fight.’
She grinned back at him. ‘The gay bit was good.’
He laughed and hugged her shoulders as they returned to the dining room, where he immediately put their plan into action. ‘Better get out the Scrabble, Mum. Since you beat me last time, I want a return match, and heaven help me if I’m swamped with all vowels again.’
‘I’ll leave you to your game,’ her father said good-humouredly, rising from his chair, smiling at Jake Freedman. ‘I’m sure you’ll enjoy my daughter’s company.’
‘I will,’ he agreed, rising to his feet, as well, ready to take on the garden seduction scenario.
Resentment suddenly raged through Laura. Jake Freedman was playing her father’s game, but she didn’t have to. He wasn’t her guest. It was after three o’clock. Lunch had gone off reasonably well. The trickiest part of being together for Mother’s Day was over. Her father was sparing them his presence. His wrath wouldn’t fall on all of them if she didn’t remain polite to the man. She could put Jake Freedman on the spot, instead of being the target herself.
She smiled at him. ‘Let’s go.’
He accompanied her outside, making easy conversation to start with.
‘Was it your mother’s pleasure in her garden that led you to your choice of career, Laura?’
He seemed genuinely curious and she didn’t mind answering him. ‘Partly. Nick probably had more influence, the creativity he uses to generate Mum’s pleasure.’
‘Who’s Nick?’
‘The gardener and handyman Dad employs to maintain everything, but he actually does more than maintain.’
‘Like what?’
‘He thinks about what will delight Mum and does it. Like the solar lights he’s just put around the rock-pool. I’ll show you. It’s over this way.’
He strolled beside her, apparently content to bide his time, ensure she was relaxed with him. Which was totally impossible, but at least he didn’t know it and wouldn’t know it until he made a move on her.
‘A waterfall, too,’ he remarked as they came to the pool.
‘Yes. It makes a soothing sound. Most people enjoy sitting near falling water…fountains in a park. Also reflections in water. The lights placed around the pool shimmer in it when it’s dark.’
‘Does your mother come out here at night?’
‘Sometimes. Though she can also see this part of the garden from her bedroom window. What’s really special is how Nick lit up the figurines of the Chinese water-carriers coming down the rocks at the side of the waterfall. There’s another light at the back of the pot-plant below them. It bathes them in a ghostly glow. Quite a wonderful effect.’
‘Landscape architecture,’ he said, slanting her a rueful smile. ‘I’ve never thought about it but I can see why it should be appreciated.’
‘I guess in the career you’ve chosen, you don’t take the time to smell the roses,’ she shot at him.
‘True. I haven’t,’ he conceded readily enough, as though it didn’t matter to him.
It niggled Laura into asking, ‘Is it worth it?’
There was a subtle shift of expression on his face, a hardening of his jaw, a determined glint in his eyes. ‘Yes, it is. To me,’ he answered in a tone that didn’t allow for a different point of view.
Laura couldn’t leave it alone. ‘You like working for my father?’
‘Your father is part of a system that interests me.’
It was a clever sidestep, depersonalising her question.
‘The system,’ she repeated, wanting to nail down his motivation. ‘I can’t imagine any pleasure in dealing with bankruptcy.’
‘No, it can be very traumatic,’ he said quietly. ‘I would like to make it less so.’ The dark brown eyes drilled into hers. ‘Not even the most beautiful parks in the world resonate with people in that situation, Laura. All they see is their lives crumbling, their jobs gone, their plans for the future shattered. It can lead to divorce, suicide, violence, depression so dark there is no light.’
She shivered at the intensity of feeling coming from him, a depth of caring she hadn’t expected in this man. It didn’t sit with coldly calculated ambition. Not only that, but he’d also somehow turned the tables on her, making his job much more seriously special than hers.
‘I know that people going through trauma do find some solace in a pleasant environment,’ she argued with conviction. Her mother, for one.
‘I didn’t mean to undervalue it.’ He gestured an appeal. ‘I’m not your father, Laura. Perhaps we can both work on having open minds about each other.’
‘Why did you come here today?’ she asked point-blank.
‘Your father wanted me to meet you and I was curious enough to accept the invitation,’ he answered, his eyes gently mocking the hard challenge in hers.
She planted her hands on her hips, sick of how he was churning her around and wanting open confrontation. ‘So what do you think of me?’
His mouth moved into a very sensual smile. ‘I think you’re very sexy.’
A tidal wave of heat rushed through Laura. She snatched at his own words to her and threw them back at him. ‘That doesn’t have much currency with me.’
He laughed and stepped forward, sliding an arm around her waist and scooping her into body contact with him, his eyes glittering with reckless intent. ‘I’ve been wanting to do this from the moment we met, so I’ll do it, and you can slap me down afterwards.’
There was time—a few seconds—for her to slam her hands against his shoulders and push away. His mouth didn’t crash down on hers. It seemed to her he lowered his head in slow motion, moving his free hand to tilt her face upwards. She did nothing, waiting for the collision of the kiss, wanting it, wanting to know if it would be better than any other kiss a man had given her.
A weird exhilaration was buzzing through her at being held in his embrace, as though he was the right man for her, the perfect man—a sensation she’d never felt until now. Whether it was his intense maleness, his strength, his aggressive confidence, his sexy physique…Laura couldn’t pin it down, but curiosity held her totally captive.
His lips brushed over hers with surprising gentleness, tantalising her, exciting her with a sensuality she had not expected. She did move her hands to his shoulders, but not to push away, to touch, to feel, to slide around his neck and hold his head to hers. She liked the shape of it, liked the clean, bristly thickness of his short hair—no gel.
He started tasting her, little flicks of his tongue slipping seductively between her lips, and she responded with her own provocative probing, wanting to taste him, a pulsing primitive streak urging her to goad him into less control. It was as though he was testing how good she was for him, whether she would be worth pursuing beyond today, and everything female in her wanted to blow him out of his mind.
A wild exultation zinged through her when he plunged into a far more passionate kiss. No more holding her face. Both arms were around her, pressing her into intimate contact with him and she revelled in the hard evidence of her desirability. He was very definitely aroused, and so was she, as fiercely passionate as he was in the meshing of their mouths, seeking and driving for more and more excitement.
He clutched her bottom, grinding her even closer, and she was so hot for him she didn’t care how intimate they were. Her heart was pounding, her thighs were quivering, and the only thought she had was yes, yes, yes. It was powering through her. More than desire. Need that craved instant satisfaction. Urgently.
It was he who pulled back, breaking the kiss, lifting his head, sucking in air like a runner at the end of a marathon. She gulped in oxygen, too, the dizziness in her head demanding it. Her breasts were still crushed against his chest and she could feel his heart thumping in unison with hers. Then his cheek was rubbing against her hair and his voice vibrated in her ear.
‘I want you, Laura, but it can’t be here.’
Here…in the garden…in open view of anyone who wandered outside. Madness. She couldn’t take him inside, either. Everyone would know. She recoiled from giving her father the satisfaction of thinking his plan was working. It would worry her mother. Eddie, too. It couldn’t be done. The time and place wasn’t right. But the man was. Which was very confusing because he shouldn’t be.
‘I need to sit down,’ she said, acutely aware of how shaken she was. ‘There’s a garden bench…’
‘I see it.’
He shifted, tucking her tightly against him, walking her to the bench. Laura had to concentrate on putting one foot in front of the other. He saw her seated then sat beside her, leaning forward, elbows on knees, still recovering himself from the rage of desire that had swept through both of them.
Laura breathed in the scent of the nearby lavender bush. It was supposed to be calming. It did help to clear her head to some extent. Jake Freedman might be his own man but he was closely connected to her father. However right he might feel to her, she couldn’t overlook that situation.
‘If you think this means I’m a pushover for the taking, it doesn’t,’ she blurted out. ‘The chemistry between us is just chemistry and I won’t be losing sight of that, so don’t imagine it gives you any power over me.’
He nodded a few times, then shot her a wry smile. ‘Well, you’ve certainly slapped me down.’
Not for the kiss. For the possible motive hidden behind it because the kiss had got to her, more powerfully than she cared to admit. She tore her gaze away from his tantalising little smile and stared at the waterfall, wishing it could soothe the deep disturbance this man had caused.
‘Not so much a slap, Jake,’ she said more calmly. ‘Just letting you know how I feel about it. My father is obviously pushing me at you. Maybe he wants you as his son-in-law. No way will I be used as a step up your career ladder.’
No comment from him.
His silence went on for so long it began to shred her nerves. ‘Sorry if I’ve dashed your hopes,’ she said bitingly.
‘Not at all.’ He sat up, hooking his arms on the backrest of the bench in a totally relaxed manner, smiling at her as though he was perfectly at peace with her decision. ‘I’m not looking for a wife at this point in my life and you’re not looking to fill that position. With that understood, do you want any part of me, Laura?’
Which put her right back on the spot.
His eyes glittered with the knowledge that she did, but wanting and taking were two different things. As Eddie said, she’d be better off not going there. Jake could be lying, secretly thinking he could seduce her into becoming his wife. Not that he’d be able to, but if she entered into any kind of relationship with him, he could report to her father that everything was sweet between them, and she’d hate that.
Yet looking at him, remembering how it had felt with him, the thought of not experiencing more of him actually hurt. Which was probably another danger signal. He did have power over her.
‘I want you,’ he said quietly, seeing her struggle with his question. ‘Not because you’re your father’s daughter. I think the chemistry between us makes that totally irrelevant. I want you because I can’t remember wanting any other woman quite as much.’
It echoed her response to him. Jake Freedman was definitely the ultimate ten out of ten. But he could be saying those words because they were what any woman would like to hear. He was such a sexy man, he might affect every woman this way and she was no exception at all to him. Clever, playing all sides, Eddie had said.
She eyed him sceptically. ‘Is that the honest truth, Jake?’
‘Much to my own dismay, yes,’ he said with a rueful grimace.
It was an odd thing to say and she looked at him in puzzlement. ‘Why to your dismay?’
The riveting brown eyes bored into hers with heart-stopping intensity. ‘Because I don’t want to want you, Laura. Any more than you want to want me. And with that said, why don’t we both take time to think about it?’
He rose from the garden bench, apparently preparing to leave her. Laura was so startled by the action, she simply stared up at him.
‘Do you have a mobile phone?’ he asked.
‘Yes.’
‘Give me your number. I’ll call you at the end of the week if I’m still thinking of you and you can then say yes or no.’
It was so abrupt, hard, cut and dried, and the turbulent feelings it set off inside her made it difficult to think. Time…yes…time to decide if she couldn’t bear not to know more of him…or time to have his impact recede to something less significant.
He took a slim mobile phone out of his shirt pocket and she rattled out her number for him to enter it in his private file.
‘Thank you,’ he said, pocketing the phone again and flashing an ironic smile at her. ‘I’ve seen enough of the garden. You might like to join Eddie and your mother playing Scrabble. I’ll say goodbye to them and then to your father on my way out.’
Relief poured through her. No more stress today. Decision-making could wait. She returned his smile as she rose from the bench. ‘I didn’t have you pegged as a garden man.’
‘I shall take up smelling roses.’
‘You need a garden for that. The hothouse ones don’t have much scent.’
He raised one eyebrow in a lightly mocking challenge. ‘Perhaps we can give each other new experiences.’
She shrugged, deliberately noncommittal. ‘Perhaps we can.’
No more was said.
He accompanied her back to the dining room and with every step she sensed him withdrawing from her, wrapping himself in self-containment. It was a weird, cold feeling—in sharp contrast to the wild heat of their physical connection. He was leaving her alone and that troubled her far more than it should.
Eddie and her mother said all the polite responses to his polite appreciation of the day spent with them. Her mother took him in tow to the lounge room so he could say goodbye to her father and she was left behind in the dining room with Eddie, whose eyes were full of questions.
‘So?’ he asked, as soon as their visitor was out of earshot.
‘So, nothing,’ she answered. ‘I showed him the garden.’
She couldn’t bring herself to open up a discussion on what had happened between her and Jake Freedman. Somehow it was too personal, too private.
Besides, it would probably come to nothing.
And it was probably better that way.
Probably.
CHAPTER FOUR (#ud535c0fb-8216-5cc4-a273-7d8e9771b73f)
THE end of the week, he’d said.
It was the first thought Laura had when she woke up on Friday morning.
If he was still thinking of her, she mentally added, half-hoping that he wasn’t so she wouldn’t be faced with the decision of whether or not to see him again.
It had been impossible to get him out of her head. She couldn’t look at a guy without comparing him to Jake Freedman. None of them measured up to him. Not even close. Her uni studies had suffered with him slipping into her mind when she should have been concentrating. As for being a Director of First Impressions at her receptionist job, no impressions at all had got through to her. Directing the doctors’ patients had all been a matter of rote this week. It was like her whole life was revolving around waiting for his call.
Which was really, really bad.
What had happened to her strong sense of independence? It should be rising above this obsessive thinking about a man, putting him in a place of relative unimportance. She didn’t like not being in full control of her life. It was as though a virus had invaded her system and she couldn’t get rid of it. But as all viruses did, it would run its course and leave her, she told herself.
Especially if Jake didn’t call.
However, if he did…
Laura heaved a fretful sigh and rolled out of bed, unable to make up her mind on what she should do. Would she always wonder about him if she didn’t try him out?
It was an unanswerable question. Nevertheless, it plagued her all day, distracting her from the lectures at uni. By late afternoon she had decided it was best if Jake didn’t call so a choice wasn’t even available. She felt so woolly-headed, it was a relief to board the ferry from Circular Quay to Mosman and stand on the outside deck, needing a blast of sea breeze to whip away the fog in her mind.
The ferry was halfway across the harbour when her mobile phone rang. Her heart instantly started hammering. It might not be him, she told herself, plucking the phone out of the side pocket of her bag. He would not have finished work yet. It wasn’t quite five o’clock. Her father rarely arrived home before seven.
Gingerly she raised the phone to her ear and said, ‘Hello.’
‘It’s Jake, Laura.’
His voice conjured up his image so sharply, her breath stuck in her throat.
‘Would you like to go out to dinner with me tomorrow night?’
Dinner! Her head whirled. To go or not to go…
‘I thought we could try Neil Perry’s Spice Temple. A new experience for both of us if you haven’t been there.’
Neil Perry…one of Sydney’s master chefs! His restaurants were famous for their wonderful food. The Rockpool. The Rockpool Bar and Grill. The Spice Temple. She would love, love, love to eat there, but…
‘I can’t afford it.’
‘My treat. You gave me a great meal last Sunday.’
True. He owed her. ‘Okay. I’d like that very much,’ she said recklessly. A Neil Perry dinner was worth one evening with the man, regardless of what inner turmoil he caused. And maybe that would stop on further acquaintance. ‘I’ll meet you there,’ she quickly added, not wanting her father to know she was seeing Jake Freedman again. ‘What time?’
‘Will seven o’clock suit?’
‘Yes.’
‘You know the address?’
‘I’ll look it up.’
‘It’s a basement restaurant. Go straight downstairs. I’ll wait for you inside.’
‘I won’t be late. Thanks for the invitation.’
She ended the call, quite pleased with herself for handling it with a fair amount of control. This meeting could be contained at the restaurant…if she wanted it to be. Eddie would let her stay over at his apartment in Paddington on Saturday night so being taken home by Jake could be avoided, too.
Excitement buzzed through her…wicked, wanton excitement.
A sexy man, a sexy meal…impossible not to look forward to experiencing both.
Jake steeled himself for the Friday afternoon wrap-up meeting in Alex Costarella’s office, suspecting there was only one issue of real interest on the agenda. He was right. After a half-hour chat about the week’s work, Costarella leaned back in his executive chair, a smug little man-to-man smile on his face as he asked, ‘Will you be seeing Laura this weekend?’
‘Yes. We’re having dinner together tomorrow night,’ he answered, hating this matchmaking farce, but knowing that going along with it was to his advantage, keeping his position in the company ripple-free until he was ready to strike.
‘Good! Good!’
Jake smiled back, playing the game to the hilt. ‘Thank you for introducing me to her.’
‘Pleasure. Laura needs a man to take her in hand and I hope you’re the man to do it, Jake.’
The only way he was going to take her in hand was in bed, if she agreed to it. ‘She’s certainly very attractive.’
It was a noncommittal statement but Costarella found it encouraging enough to let the matter pass. ‘Enjoy your weekend,’ he said, and Jake was free to leave.
He’d thought a lot about Laura Costarella since last Sunday. She was hostile to her father, hostile to his wishes, and he’d anticipated her saying no to the dinner invitation. Since he very much wanted her to say yes, he’d deliberately used the Neil Perry draw-card, knowing that her interest in cooking had to make her something of a foodie.
Temptation…
The stronger it was, the harder it was to resist.
She wanted him, too. No doubt about that. If she was up for a wild fling with him, Jake would be only too happy to oblige. He’d been itching to oblige all week. Satisfying the lust she’d triggered in him was fast becoming a must-do, though he did feel ambivalent about taking on Costarella’s daughter. He hadn’t counted on liking her and he certainly didn’t want to begin caring about her.
Spicy company, spicy food, spicy sex.
That had to be the limit of his involvement with the daughter of his enemy because a line would be driven between them when he brought charges against her father, ensuring that the corrupt insolvency practitioner could never again bury another struggling business to secure his obscene liquidator’s fee.
Lust always burned out after a while, he assured himself.
In the meantime, the fire had been lit for tomorrow night and he looked forward to some very spicy heat.
Laura stood in front of the billowing turquoise hologram that gave an exotic curtain illusion to the doorway leading to the Spice Temple. It should have added pleasure to her dressing up for this dinner date. She was wearing her sexiest dress—a short turquoise silk bubble skirt attached to a tightly fitting black silk bodice—and the gorgeous black-and-turquoise high heels her mother had bought her for Christmas. Nothing, however, could dispel the anger festering in her mind and churning through her stomach.
Jake Freedman deserved to be stood up. Only the lure of Neil Perry’s food had brought her here and she was owed a dinner. As for her outfit, she hoped it made Jake Freedman want her all the more because he could eat his heart out for sex tonight. No way was he going to get as much as a piece of her.
‘Have a nice night with Jake!’
Her teeth gnashed over those words—accompanied by her father’s beaming smile of approval. He’d been told about this date. Maybe the two men had plotted it together. Whatever… Tonight was no longer a private and personal meeting. It reeked of other agendas in the wind and she hated the thought of playing a part in either man’s scheming.
Determined on focusing on the food and giving Jake Freedman a very cold shoulder, she stepped past the doorway and made her way downstairs. Red dominated the decor of the basement restaurant. The scent of joss-sticks wafted through it. Definitely the hot, in place to be, Laura thought, noting that most of the tables were already occupied, even at this relatively early hour.
Jake had a table for two. He rose from his chair as he saw her being led to it, his gaze swiftly raking over the high points of her femininity, before shooting her a look of sizzling appreciation. Laura sizzled, too, not only with the acute, physical awareness he sparked off, but also with resentment at the sheer animal magnetism that clutched at her heart and turned her insides to jelly.
His clothes were completely nondescript—white shirt, grey slacks. They were irrelevant to the stunning impact of the man, as though it was his natural right to hold centre stage anywhere, in any company without any effort whatsoever. He waited for her with easy confidence and Laura wished she could knock him down and sweep him out of her life as though his existence was of no account.
Somehow she had to make it of no account.
‘You look spectacular,’ he said in greeting, grinning wickedly as he added, ‘Great shoes!’
‘They’re good man-stomping shoes,’ she replied, doing her best to appear cool and collected.
One black eyebrow quirked upwards. ‘About to do some stomping?’
She returned a glowering look. ‘I’ll eat first.’
‘Good idea! Work up some energy.’
He was amused.
Laura seethed over his amusement as she sat down. They were handed menus by a waitress who offered to help them make choices if they wanted anything explained.
‘Not yet,’ Laura said firmly. ‘I want to salivate over every dish before I start choosing.’
‘We’ll call you when we’re ready,’ Jake put in, smiling his charming smile, which, of course, would bring the dazzled waitress running the moment he caught her attention.
Laura fixed her attention on the menu. She read the Spice Temple philosophy first. It described what the restaurant aimed for—unique and special dishes, seasoned by an unmistakable Chinese flavour and driven by a long-fostered passion for Asian cuisine, all designed to delight the senses with their contrasting tastes and textures. She hoped they would dominate her senses and block Jake Freedman out.
‘Why do you want to stomp on me?’
She set the menu down and glared at the curiosity in his eyes. ‘How many brownie points did you get for telling my father we were meeting for dinner tonight?’
‘Ah!’ He made a rueful grimace. ‘I didn’t offer the information, Laura. He asked me directly if I was seeing you again. Did you want me to lie about it?’
She was unappeased. ‘I bet you knew he would ask. That’s why you called me when you did. Before you left work yesterday.’
He cocked his head on one side, the dark brown eyes challenging her stance on this issue. ‘I thought you were determined on not having your father rule your life.’
‘He doesn’t.’
‘He’s influencing your attitude towards me right now.’
‘Because you told him.’
He shook his head. ‘You should make decisions for yourself, Laura, regardless of what anyone else knows or says. You made yours yesterday. Why let him change what you want? You’ve brought him here with you instead of moving to your own beat.’
She frowned, realising she had let her father ruin all her pleasure in anticipating this date. Although how could she be excited over being used?
‘What about you? Are you here for me or for him?’ she asked, watching for any shiftiness in his eyes.
He grinned a wickedly sexy grin. ‘When I was watching you walk to this table, I can assure you I was not thinking of your father.’
Heat bloomed in her cheeks at the provocative statement. She lifted her chin, defying the desire he wanted her to share. ‘I decided to flaunt what you weren’t going to get.’
‘Decisions, decisions,’ he mocked, gesturing an appeal. ‘Can we leave your father out of them for the rest of this evening? Just enjoy all there is to enjoy just between ourselves?’
He was very appealing.
The man had everything—looks, intelligence, the sexiest eyes in the world, and he was undermining her prejudice at a rate of knots. Nevertheless, she couldn’t quite set aside an ulterior motive for this date with her. On the other hand, why shouldn’t she take pleasure in being with him, move her father to the sidelines, denying him any power to influence the play between her and Jake? After all, she was the one with the power to decide how far she would get involved with this man.
She gave him a hard look of warning. ‘As long as it’s kept between ourselves, I’m happy to take a more positive attitude towards you.’
‘And I’m happy to be your secret lover,’ he replied, his eyes dancing with unholy teasing.
Her heart performed a somersault. ‘I didn’t say anything about becoming lovers.’
‘Just assuring you that private moments will be kept private.’ He opened up his menu. ‘Let’s salivate over what’s on offer together. Did you see that the hottest dishes are printed in red?’
He was the hottest dish.
Laura dragged her mind off visualising him as her lover and reopened her menu. ‘I prefer spicy to hot, hot,’ she said, looking at the list of entrées.
‘Okay. We cross out the red print ones.’
‘You don’t have to. Choose whatever you like.’
‘There’s so much to like, it will be better if we can share, don’t you think? Have a taste of each other’s choices? Broaden the experience?’
Sharing the taste… Laura’s stomach curled. It sounded intimate. It was intimate. And suddenly she didn’t care about other agendas. She wanted this experience with him.
‘Great idea!’ she said, and allowed herself to smile.
His eyes twinkled with pleasure, completely dissipating the anger she had carried to this meeting.
‘You’re incredibly beautiful when you smile,’ he remarked. ‘I hope I can make you smile all evening for the sheer pleasure of looking at you.’
She laughed. ‘No chance! I’m going to be busy eating.’
‘I’ll try for in between bites.’
‘I’ll be drooling over the food.’
He laughed. ‘Speaking of which, what entrées would you like to try?’
A smile was still on her face as she read the yummy list. The happy excitement about tonight with Jake had come bouncing back. He was right about making decisions for herself. She should trust her own instincts and go with what instinctively felt right.
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Emma Darcy
EMMA DARCY’S life journey has taken as many twists and turns as the characters in her stories, whose international popularity has resulted in over sixty million book sales. Born in Australia and currently living in a beachside property on the central coast of New South Wales, she travels extensively to research settings and increase her experience of places and people.
Initially a French/English teacher, she changed careers to computer programming before marriage and motherhood settled her into a community life. A voracious reader, the step to writing her own books seemed a natural progression and the challenge of creating exciting stories was soon highly addictive.
Over the past twenty-five years she has written ninety-five books for Mills & Boon, appearing regularly on the Waldenbooks bestseller lists in the USA and in the Nielsen BookScan Top 100 chart in the UK.
In Bed with… Collection
In Bed with a Bachelor
In Bed with a King
In Bed with the Playboy
In Bed with the Boss
In Bed with Her Groom
In Bed with a Sheikh
Emma Darcy
www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)
Table of Contents
Cover (#ub8bd9ec1-4110-5f86-88b7-4f30f333d748)
About the Author (#u6acc5bf1-cf96-5536-ac44-d81a31f8bdbe)
Title Page (#u7bb9ad15-18f6-52a6-bd6c-c22256b6661d)
The Costarella Conquest (#u11f7ba37-1056-58ae-9596-d7bf543d8c12)
CHAPTER ONE (#ub7b0b0a1-da63-56b2-8b9f-590b960b141e)
CHAPTER TWO (#ude327d4e-474b-5da3-bfd6-c7e56f494d2c)
CHAPTER THREE (#ue987737b-87a9-5316-b03b-05a2facfc879)
CHAPTER FOUR (#ub43cfd23-2494-5801-bb4f-7b22013cedf3)
CHAPTER FIVE (#u0ffb1e96-c63e-5ab9-a6f9-36c899b4abf3)
CHAPTER SIX (#u17e3bf13-63b9-5ef3-ad89-d7f82b14c165)
CHAPTER SEVEN (#u996771e3-d3be-5484-a3ec-9874690659c8)
CHAPTER EIGHT (#ua4d1c773-6db5-5bfc-b199-90aa870081af)
CHAPTER NINE (#u0753f829-099f-5c0e-8199-8ad9d9ac33c0)
CHAPTER TEN (#u6156f386-7bdc-53b2-99ae-000ef672f757)
CHAPTER ELEVEN (#ue51b9c76-44e7-53ea-aa48-352eb682462f)
CHAPTER TWELVE (#ud09fc591-25b6-55f6-9d2c-8b9ecc897f6d)
CHAPTER THIRTEEN (#uc8de8a03-fc16-5d01-93cb-4a72de3c6e4f)
CHAPTER FOURTEEN (#u90894b24-c51a-5cbd-935a-371c0144782c)
CHAPTER FIFTEEN (#uacf78d41-0804-5d06-8ccf-804e8432937b)
The Hot-Blooded Groom (#u6facd1df-f11f-54df-b8a5-4af1629582b1)
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CHAPTER TWO (#u5147322a-f9b3-536f-9f0f-37ad5bf190d2)
CHAPTER THREE (#u82545fd4-3c2c-5d37-a416-156df5f53230)
CHAPTER FOUR (#ufbb6aa0a-dc74-5bf1-9487-67907310a855)
CHAPTER FIVE (#uef6914c3-c48d-552f-9973-91c836055178)
CHAPTER SIX (#u54912eba-05cd-5dde-9325-c8b9f3a84776)
CHAPTER SEVEN (#u8f6aa2d0-5ba1-5398-a6bb-3659b4dd24f2)
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CHAPTER NINE (#uae52ab7e-bf61-5a86-b7ba-df5fffe18a2e)
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CHAPTER SEVENTEEN (#ue82c68a8-8fee-5e81-9ad1-2840881aacbf)
Inherited: One Nanny (#u385a6a5d-9759-5646-9662-c7ec9881dbec)
DEDICATION (#u282119e7-038f-51bc-9bde-908b1646a386)
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CHAPTER TWO (#uca34a2ea-58f7-5c7c-8723-5ba09bdce13e)
CHAPTER THREE (#u3c2b2cac-d1e2-5746-b57f-b9184eb2e12f)
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CHAPTER FIVE (#ub70ef5d0-084b-5a74-9e53-a512b081db92)
CHAPTER SIX (#u18cc6780-6c58-5d7e-9723-547aeef34502)
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CHAPTER EIGHT (#u1a3c1f8d-8212-59d7-a8d1-1498e9bb3489)
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CHAPTER ELEVEN (#u83790ace-3731-5542-9abe-f1e4282667e3)
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CHAPTER SEVENTEEN (#ucb93129a-b673-5e2d-a5d6-5b7515fd23ec)
The Cattle King’s Mistress (#u71ec7bfe-314c-5855-8203-89da74a7b144)
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CHAPTER TWO (#u7e527a3c-921d-5e73-9809-0163f5044eed)
CHAPTER THREE (#uad057ba5-8934-50d6-b2c6-168b4ab1c9ad)
CHAPTER FOUR (#uf6141c2d-fe7f-56a9-9cbe-18caca111010)
CHAPTER FIVE (#uff0a752b-983b-5db2-aa55-e9a63bd2eefb)
CHAPTER SIX (#u21eb7693-f8bd-5185-967b-25275adef7ac)
CHAPTER SEVEN (#ufbaf008e-8290-5caa-9c0e-690165bd0ffe)
CHAPTER EIGHT (#u6267a6da-e082-526f-92c7-5c6741dbc557)
CHAPTER NINE (#u3a811b60-41d8-5fdd-b4b5-059079e9648b)
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CHAPTER SEVENTEEN (#u88a82e13-af5d-5653-9980-fcf0b3f399f6)
The Playboy King’s Wife (#ucad49ac6-db11-5839-8b1d-9a22aa782c4e)
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CHAPTER THREE (#uef6cafbe-7593-5073-bd87-5a6d5a20e659)
CHAPTER FOUR (#u1a4b9e6f-13fe-587b-ba1c-4a1a2dc00355)
CHAPTER FIVE (#u78eaa669-1dd8-55ec-b5ec-cab91ea5d46e)
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CHAPTER EIGHT (#u2e1da4f7-5c00-54c7-82e7-c5f066305ba2)
CHAPTER NINE (#u338c6d7e-f7b6-5b14-a45d-d52909f9f8f2)
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CHAPTER ELEVEN (#u1a46c3a7-4227-512e-93a8-2f97fb5d6df3)
CHAPTER TWELVE (#ue7d1e2e8-f151-55e4-9128-059f6cdb9d92)
CHAPTER THIRTEEN (#ue5a69b77-6e6b-5e7d-96bf-14cbbfda99e1)
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CHAPTER FIFTEEN (#u35a523ef-8488-596d-a2b6-cdf54ac8b743)
The Pleasure King’s Bride (#u578d83df-3d79-50d5-90b5-deb566548b64)
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CHAPTER TWO (#uc875e95f-5248-5ef6-b2ea-cabb6d65230a)
CHAPTER THREE (#u84a89741-cd3a-59e5-a444-2df1e47ac006)
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Hidden Mistress, Public Wife (#u27e92744-5496-5565-b3ed-4ce3acbdc6cf)
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CHAPTER TWO (#uc06338cc-3d18-5f18-b2cb-dce78230ca6d)
CHAPTER THREE (#uf5f6f12b-e665-5d6b-b163-55f22ca107ff)
CHAPTER FOUR (#ue2961815-f9c0-520d-a270-d2ce1f3550a5)
CHAPTER FIVE (#u087790cb-2220-5a62-b744-672f8735f770)
CHAPTER SIX (#u853d38e1-e917-578e-8a12-9f920e5e6edf)
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CHAPTER EIGHT (#uf3e9832b-4abc-5f42-a167-841fb83ec468)
CHAPTER NINE (#ufb9fef2a-5629-582a-b4a9-b707e7cf39c7)
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The Secret Mistress (#ud1f3065c-05b3-57f8-9ce6-fc0da9998c0c)
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In Bed with a Bachelor (#ud535c0fb-8216-5cc4-a273-7d8e9771b73f)
The Costarella Conquest (#ud535c0fb-8216-5cc4-a273-7d8e9771b73f)
Emma Darcy
CHAPTER ONE (#ud535c0fb-8216-5cc4-a273-7d8e9771b73f)
FRIDAY afternoon in the office of the man Jake Freedman had every reason to hate, and he could barely contain his impatience to leave. Soon, very soon, he would have all the evidence to indict Alex Costarella for the vulture he was, picking over the carcasses of bankrupted companies to feed his own bankroll. Then he could leave for good. In the meantime, the facade of aspiring to be Costarella’s right-hand man in the liquidation business could not afford any cracks.
‘It’s Mother’s Day on Sunday,’ the big man remarked, eyeing Jake with speculative interest. ‘You don’t have any family, do you?’
Not since you helped to kill my stepfather.
Jake managed a rueful smile. ‘Lost both my parents in my teens.’
‘Yes, I remember you saying so. Difficult for you. Makes it all the more admirable that you pushed on with a career path and have made such a fine job of it.’
Every step of the way had been burning with the ambition to take this man down. And he would. It had taken ten years to get to this point—accountancy, law, building up experience in Costarella’s business, gaining his confidence. Only a few more months now…
‘I’d like you to meet my daughter.’
Shock startled Jake out of his secret brooding and rattled his ruthless determination. He’d never thought about the vulture’s family, or what effect his own actions might have on them. He raised his eyebrows enquiringly. Was the daughter about to come into her father’s business or…was this some weird attempt at matchmaking?
‘Laura is a stunner in any man’s language. Smart girl and a great cook,’ Costarella declared with an inviting smile. ‘Come to lunch at my home on Sunday and find out for yourself.’
A sales pitch! And a set-up for a connection to be made!
Jake inwardly recoiled from an up-close-and-personal involvement with anyone related to this man. His hand moved instinctively in a negative gesture. ‘I’d be intruding on your family day.’
‘I want you to come, Jake.’
The expression on his face brooked no refusal. It was a strong, handsome face, framed by thick, steel-grey hair and dominated by steel-grey eyes—a face imbued with the confidence of a man who could and did take control of anything and bend it to his will.
Jake knew instantly that if he persisted in declining the invitation, the approval rating that gave him access to the evidence he needed could be lost. ‘That’s very kind of you,’ he rolled out with an appreciative smile. ‘If you’re sure I’d be welcome…’
Any doubt on that score was clearly irrelevant. What Costarella wanted, he got. ‘Make it eleven-thirty,’ he said without hesitation. ‘You know where I live?’
‘Yes. Thank you. I’ll look forward to it.’
‘Good! I’ll see you then.’ The grey eyes glittered with satisfaction. ‘You won’t be disappointed.’
Jake nodded, taking his dismissal as gracefully as he could, knowing he had to turn up on Sunday, knowing he had to show an interest in the daughter, and hating the idea with every fibre of his being.
Why Costarella wanted this, he didn’t know. It seemed ridiculously patriarchal in this day and age to be lining up a suitor, as though people were pawns to be moved as he wished. Nevertheless, it was typical of the callous mentality of the man. He moved to his own beat, not giving a damn about anyone else’s interests.
Jake had to go along with him, play for time, protect his own agenda. If he had to start dating Laura Costarella he would, but no way would he allow himself to become emotionally attached to her, regardless of how beautiful and smart she was.
She was the daughter of the enemy.
He wasn’t about to forget that.
Ever.
Mother’s Day…
Laura Costarella wished it could be what it was supposed to be—a beautiful, memorable day for her mother with her children showing their love and appreciation for all she’d done for them, and their father being happy with the family they’d created together.
It wasn’t going to be like that.
Her father had invited a special guest to the family lunch and from the smug little smile accompanying this announcement, Laura strongly suspected that the guest would be used to show up the shortcomings in his son and daughter, as well as the failings of the mother who had raised them.
Jake Freedman—a hard name, and undoubtedly as hard in character as her father was, or he wouldn’t have risen so fast to the top of the tree in the Costarella Accountancy Company, which raked in millions from bankrupt firms. Did he know how he was going to be used today? Did he care?
Laura shook her head over the futile speculation. What would happen would happen. She couldn’t stop it. All she could do was cook her mother’s favourite foods for lunch and try to deflect the barbs of her father’s discontent with his family. Keep smiling, she told herself, no matter what.
She hoped her brother would follow that advice today, too, for their mother’s sake. No eruption into a resentful rage. No walking out. Just smile and shrug off any critical remarks like water off a duck’s back. Surely it wasn’t too much to ask for Eddie to keep his testosterone in check for one short day.
The doorbell rang as she finished preparing the vegetables for baking as she’d seen done on the cooking show that was one of her favourite television programs. They were ready to slip into the oven with the slowly roasting leg of lamb when the time was right. The pumpkin and bacon soup only had to be reheated. The cream was whipped and the lemon-lime tart was in the refrigerator waiting to be served.
She quickly washed her hands, removed her apron and pasted a smile on her face, determined to greet their visitor with all the charm she could muster.
Jake stood at the front door to Alex Costarella’s Mosman mansion, steeling himself to be an appreciative and charming guest. The huge two-storey redbrick home was one of Sydney’s old establishment houses, set in immaculately kept grounds, oozing solid respectability—a perfect front to hide the true nature of the man who had acquired it by ripping off other people.
He remembered how hard his stepfather had fought the bankruptcy officials to hold back the sale of their family home while his mother was still alive—just a few more months until the cancer finally took her. No caring, no mercy from the money men. And the whole rotten process had been started by Costarella, who had deliberately turned a blind eye to how a company and hundreds of jobs could have been saved, preferring the prospect of lining his own pockets while being in charge of selling off all the assets.
No caring, no mercy.
His stepfather’s heart had given out only a few weeks after his mother had died. Two funerals in close succession. Jake couldn’t lay both of them at Costarella’s door, but he could certainly lay one. It amused him to think of himself as the wolf outside, waiting to be given open entry to another wolf’s home.
Taronga Park Zoo was nearby.
But the dangerous animals were right here.
Costarella didn’t know Jake was on the prowl, waiting for the right moment to attack. He was holding his daughter out as bait for a bright future with the young gun in the company, unaware that he was the targeted prey. As for Laura, herself…
The door opened and Jake was faced with a woman who instantly excited an interest. She was beautiful; long black curly hair, incredible blue eyes, a mouth with lush full lips stretched into a greeting smile of perfect white teeth. She wore a clingy top in purple and white, the neckline dipping down low enough to reveal the upper swell of breasts that were more than big enough to fill a man’s hands. Tight purple jeans outlined the rest of her hourglass figure and emphasised the seductive length of her shapely legs. The sexual animal inside Jake growled with the desire to take.
It was several moments before he recovered wits enough to identify himself as the expected guest. ‘I’m Jake. Jake Freedman,’ he said, hoping she hadn’t noticed how taken he was by her.
Alex Costarella’s daughter was a man-trap.
Falling into it did not fit into his plan.
‘Hello. I’m Laura, the daughter of the house.’
She heard herself say the words as though from a great distance, her mind totally stunned by how handsome Jake Freedman was. Though handsome didn’t say it all, not by a long shot. She’d met a lot of good-looking men. Her brother’s world was full of them, actors making their mark in television shows. But this man…what was it that had her heart racing and her stomach fluttering?
His hair was dark brown and cut so short the wave in it was barely noticeable. Somehow the lack of careful styling made his dark brown eyes more riveting. Or maybe it was the unusual shape of them, his eyelids drooping in a way that made them look triangular and incredibly sexy. A strong straight nose, a strong squarish jaw and a strongly sculptured mouth added to the male impact of his face. He would have been perfectly cast as James Bond, Laura thought, and had the nervous feeling he was just as dangerous as the legendary 007 character.
He had the physique to go with it, too. As tall as her father but more lethally lean and looking powerfully masculine in his black jeans and black-and-white sports shirt, the long sleeves casually rolled up to the elbows, revealing hard muscular forearms. Jake Freedman was so male, it was stirring everything female in her. Even though she knew he was her father’s man, it was impossible not to feel interested in him.
‘Pleased to meet you,’ he said, offering his hand with a smile that made him even sexier.
‘Likewise,’ Laura replied, extending her own hand and finding it subjected to an electric sensation that was so shocking she wanted to snatch it away. ‘Please come in,’ she rattled out, needing movement to excuse the quick extraction from physical contact with him.
‘Daughter of the house,’ he repeated musingly as he stepped inside. ‘Does that mean you still live here at home?’
The curious assessment in his eyes gave her the sense he was summing up possibilities between them. ‘Yes. It’s a big house,’ she answered drily. Big enough to keep out of her father’s way most of the time.
Jake Freedman had to be years older than her university friends, given his position in her father’s business, and remembering that unpleasant fact she should avoid him like the plague, apart from getting through this visit today. They would have nothing—absolutely nothing—in common.
‘The family is enjoying the sunshine on the back patio,’ she said, leading him down the wide hallway that bisected the house. ‘I’ll take you out to Dad, then bring you some refreshments. What would you like to drink?’
‘A glass of iced water would be fine, thank you.’
It surprised her. ‘Not a Scotch on the rocks man like my father?’
‘No.’
‘What about a vodka martini?’
‘Just water.’
Well, he wasn’t James Bond, she thought, swallowing down a silly giggle.
‘Do you have a job, Laura?’
‘Yes, I’m a Director of First Impressions.’ It was okay to let the laughter gurgle out at his puzzled expression. ‘I read it in the newspaper this morning,’ she explained. ‘It’s the title now given to a receptionist.’
‘Ah!’ He smiled at the pretentiousness of it.
‘You know what they call a window cleaner?’
‘Please enlighten me.’
‘A vision clearance executive.’
He laughed, making his megawatt attractiveness zoom even higher.
‘A teacher is a knowledge navigator,’ Laura rattled on, trying to ignore his effect on her. ‘And a librarian is an information retrieval specialist. I can’t remember the rest of the list. All the titles were very wordy.’
‘So putting it simply, you’re a receptionist.’
‘Part-time at a local medical practice. I’m still at uni, doing landscape architecture. It’s a four-year degree program and I’m currently making my way through the last year.’
‘Working and studying? Your father doesn’t support you?’ he queried, obviously not quite in tune with a wealthy man who wouldn’t finance his children’s full education.
She slanted him a derisive look. ‘My father doesn’t support what he doesn’t approve of. You should know that since you work with him.’
‘But you’re his daughter.’
‘Who was expected to fall in with his wishes. I’m allowed to live here. That’s as much support as my father will give to my career choice.’
‘Perhaps you should have sought complete independence.’
It was an odd remark, coming from a man who had to have made an art form of falling in with her father’s wishes. However, she wasn’t about to discuss the dynamics of her family with an outsider, particularly not someone who specialised in siding with her father.
‘My mother needs me.’
It was a brief reply and all he was going to get from her. She opened the back door and ushered him out to the patio, quickly announcing, ‘Your Jake is here, Dad.’
‘Ah!’ Her father rose from his chair at the patio table, which was strewn with the Sunday newspapers. His whole face beamed a welcome at the man who was undoubtedly performing up to his expectations in every respect. ‘Good to see you here, Jake. Beautiful autumn day, isn’t it?’
‘Couldn’t be better,’ he agreed, moving forward to shake her father’s offered hand.
Confident, smooth, at ease with himself and the situation…and Laura definitely wasn’t. She felt dreadfully at odds with the strong tug of attraction that wouldn’t go away. It was wrong. It had to be wrong. The last thing she wanted was a man like her father messing with her life.
‘Go and fetch your mother, Laura. She’s showing Eddie the latest innovations in the garden. You can tell them both to come and meet our guest.’
‘Will do,’ she said, glad to leave the two men together, though knowing that the stirring of the family pot couldn’t be delayed for long. Her father expected instant obedience to his call.
The garden was her mother’s refuge. She was never happier than when discussing what could be done next to it with Nick Jeffries, the handyman who shared her enthusiasm for creating wonderful visual effects and did all the heavy work for her. Laura loved this garden, too, loved every aspect of landscape design, making something beautiful instead of tearing something down…as her father did.
And as Jake Freedman did.
It would be stupid to forget that. She could never, never be in tune with a mind that dealt with destruction.
‘Mum, Eddie…’ she called out. They were by the rockpool, where Nick had installed the new solar lights. ‘Dad’s guest is here.’
Her mother’s smile of pleasure instantly drooped into a grimace. She darted an anxious look at her son, worried about an imminent clash of personalities.
Eddie hugged her shoulders, smiling reassurance. ‘I promise I’ll be good, Mum. No bad boy today.’
It won a wry little laugh.
Eddie made a great bad boy in the soap opera he currently starred in. The wild flop of his thick black hair, the designer stubble along his angular jawline, the dimple in his chiselled chin, the piercing blue eyes…all made him a very popular pin-up, especially on his flash motorbike. He was wearing black leathers today, though he was now carrying his jacket, discarded because of the heat of the morning. His white T-shirt was emblazoned with a Harley-Davidson. He played a bikie and he looked like one, much to her father’s disgust.
The three of them started strolling back towards the patio, son and daughter flanking their mother, determined to keep a happy ball rolling for her. Why she stayed with their father was beyond their comprehension. There was no joy in the marriage. Having a very dominant husband who controlled everything seemed to have sapped her of any will for an independent life.
Laura always thought of her mother as a lady, never anything but beautifully dressed and groomed, imbued with gracious manners, doing everything correctly and tastefully, making a special ritual of keeping fresh floral arrangements in the house, which she did herself. Even her name, Alicia, was somehow very ladylike.
She looked particularly lovely today, her newly dyed blond hair cut into a short, fluffy style, a blue silk tunic giving her eyes more colour. They had seemed so dull and washed out lately, Laura had worried there might be a health problem her mother was not admitting to. She was getting too thin, as well, a fact hidden by the loosely fitting long-sleeved tunic. The white slacks were also loose, affecting a casually elegant look. Certainly no one would notice anything amiss with her, not on the surface. Jake Freedman would probably pigeonhole her as the typical rich man’s wife.
‘What’s he like?’ her mother asked.
‘James Bond,’ popped straight out of Laura’s mouth.
‘What? Loaded and dangerous?’ Eddie queried.
She grinned at him. ‘Plus gorgeous and sexy.’
He rolled his eyes. ‘Don’t you go falling for him, Laura. That’s bad territory.’
‘Yes, be careful,’ her mother quickly warned, her eyes anxious again. ‘Your father might want you to like this man. There has to be some motive behind inviting him here today.’
‘Could be that marrying the boss’s daughter is on Jake Freedman’s agenda,’ Eddie put in, grinning wolfishly, then snapping his teeth to make the point.
Marriage?
Never!
She’d walked out of every relationship she’d had once the guy started making demands on her, which always happened sooner or later. From what she’d witnessed at home, marriage was an endless string of demands, plus abuse thrown in if the demands weren’t met. No man was ever going to own her as his wife.
She rolled her eyes back at Eddie. ‘I’m not so easy to gobble up. I’ll be feeding him lunch. He can whistle for anything more from me.’
‘Humphrey Bogart,’ her mother murmured.
‘What?’
‘Humphrey Bogart. He whistled for Lauren Bacall. It was in an old movie.’
‘Well, I haven’t seen it.’
‘Did he get her in the end?’ Eddie asked.
‘Yes.’
‘No doubt she wanted to be got,’ Laura said, giving her brother a quelling look. ‘Different story.’
‘I’ll be watching the mouth of Dad’s man of the moment,’ he tossed back at her, wicked teasing in his eyes. ‘If he starts whistling…’
‘It’s more likely the man of the moment is about to be used to show you up as a footloose lightweight, Eddie, so watch your own mouth.’
‘I don’t know…I don’t know…’ their mother fretted.
‘It’s okay, Mum,’ Eddie quickly soothed. ‘Laura and I have put our walls up and nothing is going to crack them today. Just you relax now. We’re both on guard.’
It was a relief to hear Eddie so sure that his protective armour was in place. Laura wished she could say the same for herself. Despite what her mind dictated, as soon as they came into view of the two men on the patio and she caught Jake Freedman’s gaze on her, there was no wall at all to hold off the sexual chemistry he triggered in her.
Immediately she felt a wild tingling in her breasts, shooting her nipples into hard bullets. Her hips started swaying provocatively, driven by some primitive instinct to show off her femininity. Heat whooshed to the apex of her thighs and somehow melted the normal strength in her legs. Her toes curled. And turbulent temptation crashed through every bit of common sense that told her to keep away from this man.
She would love to have him.
Regardless of how wrong it would be.
She would love to have him.
Just for the experience!
CHAPTER TWO (#ud535c0fb-8216-5cc4-a273-7d8e9771b73f)
JAKE found it difficult to tear his gaze away from Laura to make a quick assessment of the other two people he was about to meet. The mother was more or less what he expected of Alex Costarella’s wife—a lady-of-the-manor type who undoubtedly kept his house as beautifully as she kept herself—but the son was a surprise…unkempt, longish black hair, designer stubble, clothes indicative of a bikie. Obviously Eddie didn’t toe his father’s line, either.
Two rebellious children and one submissive wife.
Was he supposed to tame Laura, draw her into becoming the kind of woman her father would approve of, sharing his world instead of striking out on her own, pleasing herself?
He looked at her again and felt a tightening in his groin. She was, without a doubt, the most desirable woman he’d ever come into contact with, dangerous to play with, yet the idea of drawing her away from her father made her all the more tempting. It was fair justice for Costarella to feel the loss of someone dear to him as well as the loss of the business that gave him the power to wreck people’s lives.
He was acutely aware of Laura watching him as her father performed the introductions, weighing up how he responded to her family.
‘Alicia, my wife…’
‘Delighted to meet you,’ Jake rolled out with a smile.
She returned it but there was a wary look in her eyes as she replied, ‘Welcome to our home.’
‘And my son, Eddie, who obviously didn’t bother to shave this morning, not even for his mother.’
The acid criticism was brushed off with a nonchalant grin. ‘Couldn’t do it, Dad. We’re shooting tomorrow. Got to stay in character.’ He turned the grin to Jake as he offered his hand. ‘I guess you’re the son my father should have had, Jake. Happy days, man!’
Jake laughed and took his hand, shaking his head as he replied, ‘Don’t know about that but thanks for the good wishes, Eddie.’
‘You’re welcome.’
‘Eddie is an actor,’ Laura put in proudly. ‘He plays the bad boy in The Wild and the Wonderful.’
Jake frowned apologetically. ‘I’m sorry. I don’t know the show.’
Her father snorted. ‘It’s rubbish. A TV soapie.’
‘Rubbish or not, I enjoy doing it,’ Eddie declared, totally unabashed. ‘How about you, Jake? Do you enjoy doing what you do?’
‘It’s challenging. I guess acting is, too,’ he said, careful to be even-handed in his reply.
‘Totally absurd la-la-land,’ Costarella jeered. ‘Jake and I deal with the real world, Eddie.’
‘Well, Dad, lots of people like to have a break from the real world and I help give it to them.’ He deftly turned attention back to the guest. ‘How do you relax from the pressure-cooker of work, Jake?’
Jake found himself liking Laura’s brother. He stood up for himself and was clearly his own man. ‘Something physical does the trick for me,’ he answered.
‘Yeah, got to say sex does it for me, too,’ Eddie drawled, eyes twinkling with reckless mischief.
‘Eddie!’
The shocked cry from his mother brought a swift apology. ‘Sorry, Mum. It’s all Laura’s fault, saying Jake was sexy.’
‘Did she now?’ Costarella said with satisfaction.
‘Eddie!’ Laura cried in exasperation. ‘I told you to watch your mouth.’
Jake turned to her, curious to see the reaction to her brother’s claim. Her eyes were flashing furious sparks and her cheeks were flushed with embarrassment. As she met his gaze, her chin tilted defiantly and her own tongue let loose.
‘Don’t look at me as though you haven’t heard that about yourself before because I bet you have. It’s purely an observation, not an invitation.’
‘Laura!’ Another shocked protest from the mother.
She threw up her hands. ‘Sorry, Mum. I’m off to bring out refreshments. Iced water coming up.’
Jake couldn’t help grinning as she turned tail—a very sexy tail—and left the rest of them to patch a conversation together.
‘I did try to bring my children up with good manners,’ Alicia stated with a heavy sigh.
‘No harm done,’ her husband declared cheerfully.
‘Actually, I like working out at a gym,’ Jake said to remove sex from everyone’s minds.
‘’Course you do,’ Eddie chimed in. ‘Can’t get those muscles from sitting at a desk.’
‘I do a yoga class,’ Alicia offered, anxious to promote non-contentious chat as she gestured for everyone to sit down, tidying the newspapers on the table before sitting down herself.
Jake hadn’t expected to find himself interested in Costarella’s family. Even less had he expected to like any of them. In fact, the only one he’d given any thought to was Laura, whom he’d imagined to be a pampered princess, revelling in the role of Daddy’s little girl.
The family dynamics were certainly intriguing and Jake was not averse to exploring them further…watching, listening, gathering information…and maybe, maybe, he might go after what he wanted with Laura Costarella, satisfying himself on several levels.
Laura cursed Eddie for being provocative, cursed herself for reacting so wildly, cursed Jake Freedman for making her feel stuff that completely rocked any sensible composure. Her escape to the kitchen should have settled her nerves but they were still jumping all over the place even after she’d loaded the traymobile with the preferred drinks and the platter of hors d’oeuvres.
There was no hiding from the man. He had to be faced again. She could only hope he wouldn’t try capitalising on her remark or she’d be severely tempted to pour the jug of iced water over his head. Which just went to show how out of control she was and that just wouldn’t do. Better to freeze him off with good manners. She had to keep remembering that Jake Freedman was her father’s man and any close connection with him could not lead anywhere good.
Not emotionally.
No matter how good he might be in bed.
And she had to stop thinking of that, too.
Having taken several deep breaths and gritting her teeth with determination to behave as she should, Laura wheeled the traymobile out to the patio. It was a relief to find the four of them chatting amicably about relaxation techniques; meditation, Tai Chi, massage and flotation tanks. Even her father appeared to be in good humour. She noted glumly that the only empty chair left for her at the round table was between Jake Freedman and her mother so she couldn’t avoid being physically close to the man.
She set the platter on the table for everyone to help themselves, handed the ice-bucket containing a bottle of her mother’s favourite white wine to Eddie and told him to open it, placed the jug of iced water and a crystal tumbler in front of Jake, served her father his Scotch on the rocks, and supplied the wineglasses before bowing to the inevitable of taking the designated chair and addressing the gaffe she’d made.
‘I’m sorry for blowing my stack with you, Jake. I was annoyed with Eddie. And embarrassed.’
The riveting brown eyes sparkled with amusement, making her stomach flutter again. ‘No offence taken, Laura. I dare say Eddie hears that said about himself so often, it’s lost any currency with him. And I doubt he thought it had any currency with me, either.’
Letting her know he didn’t have tickets on himself, not on that score anyway. Though Laura wasn’t sure she believed him.
Her father snorted in rank disbelief. ‘If it didn’t have any currency with Eddie, he’d be out of a job. It’s only because all the teeny-boppers think he’s sexy that he’s built up a fan base.’
‘Lucky for me!’ Eddie said flippantly. ‘Though I do work at it, Dad.’
‘Some people just have it,’ her mother said, trying to divert a clash. ‘I always thought Sean Connery…’
‘Back to James Bond,’ Eddie cut in, grinning at Laura.
She bared her teeth at him in warning.
He stood up to pour the wine, cheerfully saying, ‘Mum’s a great movie buff, Jake. I bet no one could beat her on that topic in a quiz show. And she’s a champion Mum, too. Let’s drink a toast to her.’ He lifted his glass. ‘Mother’s Day!’
They all echoed the toast.
Having been handed the movie ball, Jake Freedman proceeded to run with it, giving her mother so much charming attention, Laura couldn’t help liking him for it. He was probably working hard at being an amenable guest, showing off his talent for diplomacy to her father. Nevertheless, it was giving her mother pleasure, and her father, for once, was not souring it with any acid comments.
In fact, he looked surprisingly content with the situation.
Laura didn’t really care why.
It was good that he wasn’t putting her mother down as he usually did.
She slipped away to attend to the lunch preparations, feeling slightly more at ease with Jake Freedman’s presence. It was making the day run more smoothly than she had hoped for. The only negative was his sexual impact on her.
She hadn’t been able to stop herself from slyly checking him over; the neat curl of his ears, the length of his eyelashes, the sensuality of his lips, the charismatic flashes of his smiles, the light sprinkle of black hairs on his strong forearms, the elegant length of his fingers with their clean clipped nails, the way his muscular thighs stretched the black fabric of his jeans. And long feet! Didn’t that mean his private parts would be…very manly?
Which, of course, would be in keeping with the rest of him.
It was all very difficult, knowing he was her father’s man. It was also difficult to concentrate on getting everything right for the meal; vegetables to go into the oven, reheating the soup, greens ready for last-minute microwaving, mint sauce on the dining-room table. She would have to sit next to him again; probably a blessing since this table wasn’t a round one and he couldn’t see what was written on her face unless he turned to her.
So far, he wasn’t giving her any special attention and it was probably better if it stayed that way—no dilemma between temptation and caution. He was bound to have a woman in the wings, anyway. Eddie had girls falling all over him and she couldn’t imagine it would be any different for Jake Freedman—another reason for not getting involved with him. Being perceived as just one of an available crowd had no appeal.
Although being the boss’s daughter, he would have to treat her with respect.
Which she’d hate.
Whatever way she looked at it, having Jake Freedman was no good. Besides, he wasn’t exactly holding out the chance to have him, though he might before the day was over. As her mother said, there had to be a purpose behind this visit. If a connection with her was the desired end, she had to be ready for it, ready to say no.
The soup was hot enough to serve. Telling herself she was lucky to have the distraction of being the cook, Laura returned to the patio to invite everyone inside for lunch. Eddie escorted her mother to the dining room. Jake Freedman followed with her father, the two men obviously on congenial terms.
Another warning.
Her father must have once been charming to her mother or she wouldn’t have married him. His true character could not have emerged until she was completely under his domination. If Jake Freedman was of like mind, thinking he had the right—the power—to rule others’ lives as he saw fit, she wanted nothing to do with him.
Jake continued to get his bearings with the Costarella family over lunch. Eddie had dropped out of school and left home at sixteen, getting himself a job as a backroom boy in one of the television studios.
‘One day you’ll regret not going on with your education,’ his father said balefully.
He shrugged. ‘Accountancy was never going to suit me, Dad.’
‘No. Head in the clouds. Just like your mother.’
The tone of disgust caused Alicia to flush. She was a more fragile person than her perfectly groomed image presented, very nervy and too anxious to please. He was recalling Laura’s comment that her mother needed her when she leapt to Alicia’s defence.
‘Oh, I think Mum’s totally grounded when it comes to her garden.’
‘Garden…movies…’ Costarella scoffed. ‘Alicia has led both of you astray with her interests. I had high hopes for you, Laura. Top of your school in mathematics…’
‘Well, I have high hopes for myself, Dad. Sorry I can’t please both of us,’ she said with a rueful smile.
‘Gardening…’ he jeered.
‘Landscape architecture is a bit more than that, Dad.’
No hesitation in standing up for herself.
Costarella huffed. ‘At least you can cook. I’ll say that for you. Enjoying the meal, Jake?’
‘Very much.’ He shot an appreciative smile at Laura. ‘Top chef standard. The soup was delicious and I’ve never tasted better lamb and baked potatoes.’
She laughed. ‘Top chef recipes from a TV cooking show. All it takes is dedication to following the instructions. You could do it yourself if you had the will to. It’s not a female prerogative. In fact, most of the top chefs are male. Do you cook for yourself?’
‘No. Mostly I eat out.’
‘Need a woman to cook for you,’ Costarella slid in.
It was a totally sexist remark and he saw the recoil from it in Laura’s eyes, followed by a derisive flash at him…if he thought the same.
He turned to Costarella and allowed himself one risky remark, grinning to take away any sting. ‘Given that most top chefs are male, a man might be better.’
Eddie found this hilarious, cracking up with laughter.
‘What’s so funny?’ his father demanded.
‘It’s just that lots of guys in the service industry are gay and I don’t see Jake as gay,’ he spluttered out.
Laura started giggling, too.
‘I’m not,’ Jake said.
‘Certainly not,’ Costarella declared emphatically.
‘We know you’re not,’ Laura assured him, still tittering.
‘Absolutely.’ Eddie backed up. ‘Laura wouldn’t think you were sexy if you were gay.’
‘Eddie, behave yourself,’ Alicia cried.
‘Impossible,’ his father muttered, though his ill humour had dissipated at this affirmation that his daughter was vulnerable to the attraction he favoured.
Laura rose from the table. ‘Now that you’ve embarrassed both of us, Eddie, I’m going to serve sweets, which I hope will be tart enough to glue up your mouth.’ She smiled at her mother. ‘It’s lemon-lime, Mum.’
‘Oh, my favourite!’ Alicia glowed with pleasure. ‘Thank you, dear.’
Jake watched her head off to the kitchen again. It would be risky business, taking on a connection with her, complicating what had been his undeviating purpose for too many years to mess with when he was in sight of the end. She could become a distraction. He’d been single-minded for so long, read justing his thinking to include a relationship with Costarella’s daughter was probably not a good idea, however tempting it was.
Cynically dating her for short-term benefits at work was no longer an option. He was genuinely attracted to her. Strongly attracted to her. She had his skin prickling with the desire for action between them. Costarella expected him to make a move on her. He wanted to make a move on her. The tricky part was controlling it.
‘How come you’re not sharing Mother’s Day with your own Mum, Jake?’ Eddie suddenly asked.
‘I would be if she were still alive, Eddie,’ he answered ruefully.
‘Oh! Sorry!’ He made an apologetic grimace. ‘Hope the bereavement isn’t recent.’
‘No.’
‘Guess I’m lucky I’ve still got mine.’ He leaned over to plant a kiss on Alicia’s cheek.
‘Yes, since you’ve always been a mother’s boy,’ Costarella sniped.
There was a flicker of fear in the look Alicia darted at her husband. Jake imagined she had been a victim of abuse for so long, she felt helpless to do anything about it.
‘I’ve been admiring the very artistic centre-piece for the table,’ he said, smiling at her to take the anxiety away. ‘Are they flowers from your garden, Alicia?’
‘Yes.’ Her face lit up with pleasure. ‘I did that arrangement this morning. I’m very proud of my chrysanthemums.’
‘And rightly so, Mum,’ Laura chimed in, wheeling the traymobile into the dining room. ‘They’re blooming beautifully.’
She served the lemon-lime tart with dollops of cream to everyone, continuing her praise of her mother’s talent for horticulture.
Jake watched her. She was beautiful. And smart. And so lushly sexy, temptation roared through him, defying the reservations that had been swimming through his mind.
As she resumed the seat beside him, he turned to her, his eyes seeking to engage hers with what he wanted. ‘I’d like to see this garden. Will you show it to me when we’ve finished lunch?’
Startled, frightened, recoiling. ‘Much better for Mum to show you, Jake. It’s her creation.’
‘He asked you, Laura,’ Costarella immediately bored in. ‘Not only should you oblige our guest, but your mother has already shown Eddie around the garden. She doesn’t need to repeat herself, do you, Alicia?’
‘No, no,’ she agreed, her hands fluttering an appeal to her daughter. ‘I’m happy for you to do it, Laura.’
Caught.
She had to do it now whether she wanted to or not.
Jake aimed at sweetening the deal for her. ‘I’m interested in seeing it through your eyes. You can tell me how it fits your concept of landscape design.’
‘Okay! I’ll flood you with knowledge,’ she said tartly.
He laughed. ‘Thank you. I will enjoy that.’
Surrender under fire, Jake thought, but no surrender in her heart. It made for one hell of a challenge…their walk in the garden. The adrenaline charge inside him wanted to fight her reluctance to involve herself with him, yet that same reluctance gave him an out from Costarella’s heavy-handed matchmaking…keeping the more important mission on track, without distraction.
He would make the decision later.
In the garden.
CHAPTER THREE (#ud535c0fb-8216-5cc4-a273-7d8e9771b73f)
LAURA told herself it was just a job she had to take on and get through—escort Jake around the garden, bore him to death with her enthusiasm for built environments and deliver him back to her father, who had announced his intention to watch a football game on television in the home theatre.
Eddie helped clear the table, following her to the kitchen to have a private word with her as they stacked the dishwasher. ‘You’re the main target today, Laura. No doubt about it now,’ he warned. ‘I’d say Dad wants Jake as his son-in-law.’
‘It’s not going to happen,’ she snapped.
‘He’s a clever guy. Been playing all sides today. And I’ve been watching you. You’re not immune to him.’
‘Which made it very stupid of you to tell him what I thought.’
‘Obvious anyway. Believe me, a guy like that knows women think he’s sexy. He would have had them vying for his attention from his teens onwards. Just don’t say yes to him.’
Easy for him, sitting on the sidelines, Laura thought savagely. ‘What if I want to?’
Eddie looked appalled.
‘He is sexy,’ she repeated defiantly, fed up with being put on the spot.
He grimaced. ‘Then make damned sure you keep it at sex and don’t end up hooked on him. The way Mum is should be warning enough for you.’
‘I will never be like Mum.’
He shook his head. ‘I wish she would leave him.’
‘She can’t see anything else. Better play a game of Scrabble with her while I’m doing my duty with Jake. She likes that.’
‘Will do. That’s a lot more fun than duty.’
Laura heaved a deep sigh, trying to relax the tension tearing at her nerves. ‘I don’t want to want him, Eddie.’
He gave her a look of serious consideration. ‘Go for it if you must. You’ll always wonder otherwise. Sooner or later he’ll turn you off and I think you’re strong enough to walk away.’
‘Yes, I am,’ she said with certainty.
‘But you’d be better off not going there.’
‘I know.’ She made a rueful grimace. ‘Maybe he’ll turn me off out in the garden.’
‘Unlikely.’
‘Well I won’t be falling at his feet, that’s for sure. And you let Mum win at Scrabble, but don’t be obvious about it.’
‘No problem.’ He grinned his devil-may-care grin. ‘Let’s go and fight the good fight.’
She grinned back at him. ‘The gay bit was good.’
He laughed and hugged her shoulders as they returned to the dining room, where he immediately put their plan into action. ‘Better get out the Scrabble, Mum. Since you beat me last time, I want a return match, and heaven help me if I’m swamped with all vowels again.’
‘I’ll leave you to your game,’ her father said good-humouredly, rising from his chair, smiling at Jake Freedman. ‘I’m sure you’ll enjoy my daughter’s company.’
‘I will,’ he agreed, rising to his feet, as well, ready to take on the garden seduction scenario.
Resentment suddenly raged through Laura. Jake Freedman was playing her father’s game, but she didn’t have to. He wasn’t her guest. It was after three o’clock. Lunch had gone off reasonably well. The trickiest part of being together for Mother’s Day was over. Her father was sparing them his presence. His wrath wouldn’t fall on all of them if she didn’t remain polite to the man. She could put Jake Freedman on the spot, instead of being the target herself.
She smiled at him. ‘Let’s go.’
He accompanied her outside, making easy conversation to start with.
‘Was it your mother’s pleasure in her garden that led you to your choice of career, Laura?’
He seemed genuinely curious and she didn’t mind answering him. ‘Partly. Nick probably had more influence, the creativity he uses to generate Mum’s pleasure.’
‘Who’s Nick?’
‘The gardener and handyman Dad employs to maintain everything, but he actually does more than maintain.’
‘Like what?’
‘He thinks about what will delight Mum and does it. Like the solar lights he’s just put around the rock-pool. I’ll show you. It’s over this way.’
He strolled beside her, apparently content to bide his time, ensure she was relaxed with him. Which was totally impossible, but at least he didn’t know it and wouldn’t know it until he made a move on her.
‘A waterfall, too,’ he remarked as they came to the pool.
‘Yes. It makes a soothing sound. Most people enjoy sitting near falling water…fountains in a park. Also reflections in water. The lights placed around the pool shimmer in it when it’s dark.’
‘Does your mother come out here at night?’
‘Sometimes. Though she can also see this part of the garden from her bedroom window. What’s really special is how Nick lit up the figurines of the Chinese water-carriers coming down the rocks at the side of the waterfall. There’s another light at the back of the pot-plant below them. It bathes them in a ghostly glow. Quite a wonderful effect.’
‘Landscape architecture,’ he said, slanting her a rueful smile. ‘I’ve never thought about it but I can see why it should be appreciated.’
‘I guess in the career you’ve chosen, you don’t take the time to smell the roses,’ she shot at him.
‘True. I haven’t,’ he conceded readily enough, as though it didn’t matter to him.
It niggled Laura into asking, ‘Is it worth it?’
There was a subtle shift of expression on his face, a hardening of his jaw, a determined glint in his eyes. ‘Yes, it is. To me,’ he answered in a tone that didn’t allow for a different point of view.
Laura couldn’t leave it alone. ‘You like working for my father?’
‘Your father is part of a system that interests me.’
It was a clever sidestep, depersonalising her question.
‘The system,’ she repeated, wanting to nail down his motivation. ‘I can’t imagine any pleasure in dealing with bankruptcy.’
‘No, it can be very traumatic,’ he said quietly. ‘I would like to make it less so.’ The dark brown eyes drilled into hers. ‘Not even the most beautiful parks in the world resonate with people in that situation, Laura. All they see is their lives crumbling, their jobs gone, their plans for the future shattered. It can lead to divorce, suicide, violence, depression so dark there is no light.’
She shivered at the intensity of feeling coming from him, a depth of caring she hadn’t expected in this man. It didn’t sit with coldly calculated ambition. Not only that, but he’d also somehow turned the tables on her, making his job much more seriously special than hers.
‘I know that people going through trauma do find some solace in a pleasant environment,’ she argued with conviction. Her mother, for one.
‘I didn’t mean to undervalue it.’ He gestured an appeal. ‘I’m not your father, Laura. Perhaps we can both work on having open minds about each other.’
‘Why did you come here today?’ she asked point-blank.
‘Your father wanted me to meet you and I was curious enough to accept the invitation,’ he answered, his eyes gently mocking the hard challenge in hers.
She planted her hands on her hips, sick of how he was churning her around and wanting open confrontation. ‘So what do you think of me?’
His mouth moved into a very sensual smile. ‘I think you’re very sexy.’
A tidal wave of heat rushed through Laura. She snatched at his own words to her and threw them back at him. ‘That doesn’t have much currency with me.’
He laughed and stepped forward, sliding an arm around her waist and scooping her into body contact with him, his eyes glittering with reckless intent. ‘I’ve been wanting to do this from the moment we met, so I’ll do it, and you can slap me down afterwards.’
There was time—a few seconds—for her to slam her hands against his shoulders and push away. His mouth didn’t crash down on hers. It seemed to her he lowered his head in slow motion, moving his free hand to tilt her face upwards. She did nothing, waiting for the collision of the kiss, wanting it, wanting to know if it would be better than any other kiss a man had given her.
A weird exhilaration was buzzing through her at being held in his embrace, as though he was the right man for her, the perfect man—a sensation she’d never felt until now. Whether it was his intense maleness, his strength, his aggressive confidence, his sexy physique…Laura couldn’t pin it down, but curiosity held her totally captive.
His lips brushed over hers with surprising gentleness, tantalising her, exciting her with a sensuality she had not expected. She did move her hands to his shoulders, but not to push away, to touch, to feel, to slide around his neck and hold his head to hers. She liked the shape of it, liked the clean, bristly thickness of his short hair—no gel.
He started tasting her, little flicks of his tongue slipping seductively between her lips, and she responded with her own provocative probing, wanting to taste him, a pulsing primitive streak urging her to goad him into less control. It was as though he was testing how good she was for him, whether she would be worth pursuing beyond today, and everything female in her wanted to blow him out of his mind.
A wild exultation zinged through her when he plunged into a far more passionate kiss. No more holding her face. Both arms were around her, pressing her into intimate contact with him and she revelled in the hard evidence of her desirability. He was very definitely aroused, and so was she, as fiercely passionate as he was in the meshing of their mouths, seeking and driving for more and more excitement.
He clutched her bottom, grinding her even closer, and she was so hot for him she didn’t care how intimate they were. Her heart was pounding, her thighs were quivering, and the only thought she had was yes, yes, yes. It was powering through her. More than desire. Need that craved instant satisfaction. Urgently.
It was he who pulled back, breaking the kiss, lifting his head, sucking in air like a runner at the end of a marathon. She gulped in oxygen, too, the dizziness in her head demanding it. Her breasts were still crushed against his chest and she could feel his heart thumping in unison with hers. Then his cheek was rubbing against her hair and his voice vibrated in her ear.
‘I want you, Laura, but it can’t be here.’
Here…in the garden…in open view of anyone who wandered outside. Madness. She couldn’t take him inside, either. Everyone would know. She recoiled from giving her father the satisfaction of thinking his plan was working. It would worry her mother. Eddie, too. It couldn’t be done. The time and place wasn’t right. But the man was. Which was very confusing because he shouldn’t be.
‘I need to sit down,’ she said, acutely aware of how shaken she was. ‘There’s a garden bench…’
‘I see it.’
He shifted, tucking her tightly against him, walking her to the bench. Laura had to concentrate on putting one foot in front of the other. He saw her seated then sat beside her, leaning forward, elbows on knees, still recovering himself from the rage of desire that had swept through both of them.
Laura breathed in the scent of the nearby lavender bush. It was supposed to be calming. It did help to clear her head to some extent. Jake Freedman might be his own man but he was closely connected to her father. However right he might feel to her, she couldn’t overlook that situation.
‘If you think this means I’m a pushover for the taking, it doesn’t,’ she blurted out. ‘The chemistry between us is just chemistry and I won’t be losing sight of that, so don’t imagine it gives you any power over me.’
He nodded a few times, then shot her a wry smile. ‘Well, you’ve certainly slapped me down.’
Not for the kiss. For the possible motive hidden behind it because the kiss had got to her, more powerfully than she cared to admit. She tore her gaze away from his tantalising little smile and stared at the waterfall, wishing it could soothe the deep disturbance this man had caused.
‘Not so much a slap, Jake,’ she said more calmly. ‘Just letting you know how I feel about it. My father is obviously pushing me at you. Maybe he wants you as his son-in-law. No way will I be used as a step up your career ladder.’
No comment from him.
His silence went on for so long it began to shred her nerves. ‘Sorry if I’ve dashed your hopes,’ she said bitingly.
‘Not at all.’ He sat up, hooking his arms on the backrest of the bench in a totally relaxed manner, smiling at her as though he was perfectly at peace with her decision. ‘I’m not looking for a wife at this point in my life and you’re not looking to fill that position. With that understood, do you want any part of me, Laura?’
Which put her right back on the spot.
His eyes glittered with the knowledge that she did, but wanting and taking were two different things. As Eddie said, she’d be better off not going there. Jake could be lying, secretly thinking he could seduce her into becoming his wife. Not that he’d be able to, but if she entered into any kind of relationship with him, he could report to her father that everything was sweet between them, and she’d hate that.
Yet looking at him, remembering how it had felt with him, the thought of not experiencing more of him actually hurt. Which was probably another danger signal. He did have power over her.
‘I want you,’ he said quietly, seeing her struggle with his question. ‘Not because you’re your father’s daughter. I think the chemistry between us makes that totally irrelevant. I want you because I can’t remember wanting any other woman quite as much.’
It echoed her response to him. Jake Freedman was definitely the ultimate ten out of ten. But he could be saying those words because they were what any woman would like to hear. He was such a sexy man, he might affect every woman this way and she was no exception at all to him. Clever, playing all sides, Eddie had said.
She eyed him sceptically. ‘Is that the honest truth, Jake?’
‘Much to my own dismay, yes,’ he said with a rueful grimace.
It was an odd thing to say and she looked at him in puzzlement. ‘Why to your dismay?’
The riveting brown eyes bored into hers with heart-stopping intensity. ‘Because I don’t want to want you, Laura. Any more than you want to want me. And with that said, why don’t we both take time to think about it?’
He rose from the garden bench, apparently preparing to leave her. Laura was so startled by the action, she simply stared up at him.
‘Do you have a mobile phone?’ he asked.
‘Yes.’
‘Give me your number. I’ll call you at the end of the week if I’m still thinking of you and you can then say yes or no.’
It was so abrupt, hard, cut and dried, and the turbulent feelings it set off inside her made it difficult to think. Time…yes…time to decide if she couldn’t bear not to know more of him…or time to have his impact recede to something less significant.
He took a slim mobile phone out of his shirt pocket and she rattled out her number for him to enter it in his private file.
‘Thank you,’ he said, pocketing the phone again and flashing an ironic smile at her. ‘I’ve seen enough of the garden. You might like to join Eddie and your mother playing Scrabble. I’ll say goodbye to them and then to your father on my way out.’
Relief poured through her. No more stress today. Decision-making could wait. She returned his smile as she rose from the bench. ‘I didn’t have you pegged as a garden man.’
‘I shall take up smelling roses.’
‘You need a garden for that. The hothouse ones don’t have much scent.’
He raised one eyebrow in a lightly mocking challenge. ‘Perhaps we can give each other new experiences.’
She shrugged, deliberately noncommittal. ‘Perhaps we can.’
No more was said.
He accompanied her back to the dining room and with every step she sensed him withdrawing from her, wrapping himself in self-containment. It was a weird, cold feeling—in sharp contrast to the wild heat of their physical connection. He was leaving her alone and that troubled her far more than it should.
Eddie and her mother said all the polite responses to his polite appreciation of the day spent with them. Her mother took him in tow to the lounge room so he could say goodbye to her father and she was left behind in the dining room with Eddie, whose eyes were full of questions.
‘So?’ he asked, as soon as their visitor was out of earshot.
‘So, nothing,’ she answered. ‘I showed him the garden.’
She couldn’t bring herself to open up a discussion on what had happened between her and Jake Freedman. Somehow it was too personal, too private.
Besides, it would probably come to nothing.
And it was probably better that way.
Probably.
CHAPTER FOUR (#ud535c0fb-8216-5cc4-a273-7d8e9771b73f)
THE end of the week, he’d said.
It was the first thought Laura had when she woke up on Friday morning.
If he was still thinking of her, she mentally added, half-hoping that he wasn’t so she wouldn’t be faced with the decision of whether or not to see him again.
It had been impossible to get him out of her head. She couldn’t look at a guy without comparing him to Jake Freedman. None of them measured up to him. Not even close. Her uni studies had suffered with him slipping into her mind when she should have been concentrating. As for being a Director of First Impressions at her receptionist job, no impressions at all had got through to her. Directing the doctors’ patients had all been a matter of rote this week. It was like her whole life was revolving around waiting for his call.
Which was really, really bad.
What had happened to her strong sense of independence? It should be rising above this obsessive thinking about a man, putting him in a place of relative unimportance. She didn’t like not being in full control of her life. It was as though a virus had invaded her system and she couldn’t get rid of it. But as all viruses did, it would run its course and leave her, she told herself.
Especially if Jake didn’t call.
However, if he did…
Laura heaved a fretful sigh and rolled out of bed, unable to make up her mind on what she should do. Would she always wonder about him if she didn’t try him out?
It was an unanswerable question. Nevertheless, it plagued her all day, distracting her from the lectures at uni. By late afternoon she had decided it was best if Jake didn’t call so a choice wasn’t even available. She felt so woolly-headed, it was a relief to board the ferry from Circular Quay to Mosman and stand on the outside deck, needing a blast of sea breeze to whip away the fog in her mind.
The ferry was halfway across the harbour when her mobile phone rang. Her heart instantly started hammering. It might not be him, she told herself, plucking the phone out of the side pocket of her bag. He would not have finished work yet. It wasn’t quite five o’clock. Her father rarely arrived home before seven.
Gingerly she raised the phone to her ear and said, ‘Hello.’
‘It’s Jake, Laura.’
His voice conjured up his image so sharply, her breath stuck in her throat.
‘Would you like to go out to dinner with me tomorrow night?’
Dinner! Her head whirled. To go or not to go…
‘I thought we could try Neil Perry’s Spice Temple. A new experience for both of us if you haven’t been there.’
Neil Perry…one of Sydney’s master chefs! His restaurants were famous for their wonderful food. The Rockpool. The Rockpool Bar and Grill. The Spice Temple. She would love, love, love to eat there, but…
‘I can’t afford it.’
‘My treat. You gave me a great meal last Sunday.’
True. He owed her. ‘Okay. I’d like that very much,’ she said recklessly. A Neil Perry dinner was worth one evening with the man, regardless of what inner turmoil he caused. And maybe that would stop on further acquaintance. ‘I’ll meet you there,’ she quickly added, not wanting her father to know she was seeing Jake Freedman again. ‘What time?’
‘Will seven o’clock suit?’
‘Yes.’
‘You know the address?’
‘I’ll look it up.’
‘It’s a basement restaurant. Go straight downstairs. I’ll wait for you inside.’
‘I won’t be late. Thanks for the invitation.’
She ended the call, quite pleased with herself for handling it with a fair amount of control. This meeting could be contained at the restaurant…if she wanted it to be. Eddie would let her stay over at his apartment in Paddington on Saturday night so being taken home by Jake could be avoided, too.
Excitement buzzed through her…wicked, wanton excitement.
A sexy man, a sexy meal…impossible not to look forward to experiencing both.
Jake steeled himself for the Friday afternoon wrap-up meeting in Alex Costarella’s office, suspecting there was only one issue of real interest on the agenda. He was right. After a half-hour chat about the week’s work, Costarella leaned back in his executive chair, a smug little man-to-man smile on his face as he asked, ‘Will you be seeing Laura this weekend?’
‘Yes. We’re having dinner together tomorrow night,’ he answered, hating this matchmaking farce, but knowing that going along with it was to his advantage, keeping his position in the company ripple-free until he was ready to strike.
‘Good! Good!’
Jake smiled back, playing the game to the hilt. ‘Thank you for introducing me to her.’
‘Pleasure. Laura needs a man to take her in hand and I hope you’re the man to do it, Jake.’
The only way he was going to take her in hand was in bed, if she agreed to it. ‘She’s certainly very attractive.’
It was a noncommittal statement but Costarella found it encouraging enough to let the matter pass. ‘Enjoy your weekend,’ he said, and Jake was free to leave.
He’d thought a lot about Laura Costarella since last Sunday. She was hostile to her father, hostile to his wishes, and he’d anticipated her saying no to the dinner invitation. Since he very much wanted her to say yes, he’d deliberately used the Neil Perry draw-card, knowing that her interest in cooking had to make her something of a foodie.
Temptation…
The stronger it was, the harder it was to resist.
She wanted him, too. No doubt about that. If she was up for a wild fling with him, Jake would be only too happy to oblige. He’d been itching to oblige all week. Satisfying the lust she’d triggered in him was fast becoming a must-do, though he did feel ambivalent about taking on Costarella’s daughter. He hadn’t counted on liking her and he certainly didn’t want to begin caring about her.
Spicy company, spicy food, spicy sex.
That had to be the limit of his involvement with the daughter of his enemy because a line would be driven between them when he brought charges against her father, ensuring that the corrupt insolvency practitioner could never again bury another struggling business to secure his obscene liquidator’s fee.
Lust always burned out after a while, he assured himself.
In the meantime, the fire had been lit for tomorrow night and he looked forward to some very spicy heat.
Laura stood in front of the billowing turquoise hologram that gave an exotic curtain illusion to the doorway leading to the Spice Temple. It should have added pleasure to her dressing up for this dinner date. She was wearing her sexiest dress—a short turquoise silk bubble skirt attached to a tightly fitting black silk bodice—and the gorgeous black-and-turquoise high heels her mother had bought her for Christmas. Nothing, however, could dispel the anger festering in her mind and churning through her stomach.
Jake Freedman deserved to be stood up. Only the lure of Neil Perry’s food had brought her here and she was owed a dinner. As for her outfit, she hoped it made Jake Freedman want her all the more because he could eat his heart out for sex tonight. No way was he going to get as much as a piece of her.
‘Have a nice night with Jake!’
Her teeth gnashed over those words—accompanied by her father’s beaming smile of approval. He’d been told about this date. Maybe the two men had plotted it together. Whatever… Tonight was no longer a private and personal meeting. It reeked of other agendas in the wind and she hated the thought of playing a part in either man’s scheming.
Determined on focusing on the food and giving Jake Freedman a very cold shoulder, she stepped past the doorway and made her way downstairs. Red dominated the decor of the basement restaurant. The scent of joss-sticks wafted through it. Definitely the hot, in place to be, Laura thought, noting that most of the tables were already occupied, even at this relatively early hour.
Jake had a table for two. He rose from his chair as he saw her being led to it, his gaze swiftly raking over the high points of her femininity, before shooting her a look of sizzling appreciation. Laura sizzled, too, not only with the acute, physical awareness he sparked off, but also with resentment at the sheer animal magnetism that clutched at her heart and turned her insides to jelly.
His clothes were completely nondescript—white shirt, grey slacks. They were irrelevant to the stunning impact of the man, as though it was his natural right to hold centre stage anywhere, in any company without any effort whatsoever. He waited for her with easy confidence and Laura wished she could knock him down and sweep him out of her life as though his existence was of no account.
Somehow she had to make it of no account.
‘You look spectacular,’ he said in greeting, grinning wickedly as he added, ‘Great shoes!’
‘They’re good man-stomping shoes,’ she replied, doing her best to appear cool and collected.
One black eyebrow quirked upwards. ‘About to do some stomping?’
She returned a glowering look. ‘I’ll eat first.’
‘Good idea! Work up some energy.’
He was amused.
Laura seethed over his amusement as she sat down. They were handed menus by a waitress who offered to help them make choices if they wanted anything explained.
‘Not yet,’ Laura said firmly. ‘I want to salivate over every dish before I start choosing.’
‘We’ll call you when we’re ready,’ Jake put in, smiling his charming smile, which, of course, would bring the dazzled waitress running the moment he caught her attention.
Laura fixed her attention on the menu. She read the Spice Temple philosophy first. It described what the restaurant aimed for—unique and special dishes, seasoned by an unmistakable Chinese flavour and driven by a long-fostered passion for Asian cuisine, all designed to delight the senses with their contrasting tastes and textures. She hoped they would dominate her senses and block Jake Freedman out.
‘Why do you want to stomp on me?’
She set the menu down and glared at the curiosity in his eyes. ‘How many brownie points did you get for telling my father we were meeting for dinner tonight?’
‘Ah!’ He made a rueful grimace. ‘I didn’t offer the information, Laura. He asked me directly if I was seeing you again. Did you want me to lie about it?’
She was unappeased. ‘I bet you knew he would ask. That’s why you called me when you did. Before you left work yesterday.’
He cocked his head on one side, the dark brown eyes challenging her stance on this issue. ‘I thought you were determined on not having your father rule your life.’
‘He doesn’t.’
‘He’s influencing your attitude towards me right now.’
‘Because you told him.’
He shook his head. ‘You should make decisions for yourself, Laura, regardless of what anyone else knows or says. You made yours yesterday. Why let him change what you want? You’ve brought him here with you instead of moving to your own beat.’
She frowned, realising she had let her father ruin all her pleasure in anticipating this date. Although how could she be excited over being used?
‘What about you? Are you here for me or for him?’ she asked, watching for any shiftiness in his eyes.
He grinned a wickedly sexy grin. ‘When I was watching you walk to this table, I can assure you I was not thinking of your father.’
Heat bloomed in her cheeks at the provocative statement. She lifted her chin, defying the desire he wanted her to share. ‘I decided to flaunt what you weren’t going to get.’
‘Decisions, decisions,’ he mocked, gesturing an appeal. ‘Can we leave your father out of them for the rest of this evening? Just enjoy all there is to enjoy just between ourselves?’
He was very appealing.
The man had everything—looks, intelligence, the sexiest eyes in the world, and he was undermining her prejudice at a rate of knots. Nevertheless, she couldn’t quite set aside an ulterior motive for this date with her. On the other hand, why shouldn’t she take pleasure in being with him, move her father to the sidelines, denying him any power to influence the play between her and Jake? After all, she was the one with the power to decide how far she would get involved with this man.
She gave him a hard look of warning. ‘As long as it’s kept between ourselves, I’m happy to take a more positive attitude towards you.’
‘And I’m happy to be your secret lover,’ he replied, his eyes dancing with unholy teasing.
Her heart performed a somersault. ‘I didn’t say anything about becoming lovers.’
‘Just assuring you that private moments will be kept private.’ He opened up his menu. ‘Let’s salivate over what’s on offer together. Did you see that the hottest dishes are printed in red?’
He was the hottest dish.
Laura dragged her mind off visualising him as her lover and reopened her menu. ‘I prefer spicy to hot, hot,’ she said, looking at the list of entrées.
‘Okay. We cross out the red print ones.’
‘You don’t have to. Choose whatever you like.’
‘There’s so much to like, it will be better if we can share, don’t you think? Have a taste of each other’s choices? Broaden the experience?’
Sharing the taste… Laura’s stomach curled. It sounded intimate. It was intimate. And suddenly she didn’t care about other agendas. She wanted this experience with him.
‘Great idea!’ she said, and allowed herself to smile.
His eyes twinkled with pleasure, completely dissipating the anger she had carried to this meeting.
‘You’re incredibly beautiful when you smile,’ he remarked. ‘I hope I can make you smile all evening for the sheer pleasure of looking at you.’
She laughed. ‘No chance! I’m going to be busy eating.’
‘I’ll try for in between bites.’
‘I’ll be drooling over the food.’
He laughed. ‘Speaking of which, what entrées would you like to try?’
A smile was still on her face as she read the yummy list. The happy excitement about tonight with Jake had come bouncing back. He was right about making decisions for herself. She should trust her own instincts and go with what instinctively felt right.
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Emma Darcy
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О книге: In Bed With...Collection, электронная книга автора Emma Darcy на английском языке, в жанре современные любовные романы