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Автор: Кейт Хьюит
Издательство: HarperCollins
Серия: Mills & Boon e-Book Collections
Жанр произведения: Короткие любовные романы
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isbn: 9780008906313
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you know, tall and dark and drop dead gorgeous.’

      ‘What the heck is he doing here?’

      ‘He who?’ Maggie looked as if swooning would become a real possibility within the next few minutes.

      ‘He my sister’s boyfriend.’ Rose slammed some files into her briefcase and banged it shut. ‘He the most arrogant man on the face of the earth…he the person with the manners of a wild boar…that he…’

      ‘Oh. Trust Lily to snap up another good one.’ Maggie visibly wilted. ‘Must be tough having a sister it’s impossible to compete with…not that I meant…not that I mean…’

      ‘I know what you meant, Mags, and you’re right—on the looks front she’s a hard act to follow…and she’s nice with it…’ Rose stood up, stuck on her coat and felt her stomach clench at the prospect of seeing Nick. ‘Although I’ve got to say that this is the sort of man that no woman in her right mind would dream of competing for. One of those “love ’em and leave ’em” types of guys who see women as notches on their bedpost, the more the merrier.’ The office was beginning to thin out as everybody began the exodus, off to enjoy the beginning of their weekend. ‘I mean—’ she leaned towards Maggie who gave a little yelp and stepped back ‘—the man is everything a woman should steer clear of—’

      ‘Thanks for the endorsement.’

      Nick’s voice was so close to her that for a few seconds Rose didn’t believe that she had actually heard him. He was standing right behind them. She turned around slowly and hoped that she was more composed than she felt. At any rate more composed than Maggie, who had launched into an awkward introduction followed by some stuttering apologies about having to dash, simultaneously backing away from Nick’s unsmiling figure. Rose longed to do the same.

      ‘What do you think you’re doing here?’ Attack, she decided, was the best form of defence. ‘Is Lily with you?’

      ‘No. Should she be?’

      ‘Why are you here? Sneaking around?’ He had obviously come straight from work and he looked amazing, unfairly sexy considering he had probably spent his day at a desk somewhere. Wherever it was that very rich people spent their days. At the end of a tiring working day, she always seemed to look like something the cat dragged in. Rumpled hair that had spent the day progressively rebelling against clips and elastic bands, lip gloss that had disappeared some time between her morning snack and lunch-time baguette, face that was shiny under the fluorescent lighting.

      ‘We need to…have a chat about your sister…’

      ‘Why?’ Panic slammed into her. From experience, whenever someone had said to her that they needed to have a little chat, the little chat had never heralded good news. When she was growing up, Tony and Flora had always preceded their next, big, new adventure with a little chat. ‘What’s wrong?’

      ‘Shall we take this conversation somewhere else?’ He would return to those insults of hers later. For the moment, he would see to it that they leave the bustling confines of her office. He didn’t have to glance around to know that he was attracting some very curious stares and, while this didn’t bother him in the slightest, he suspected it would give her ample ammunition to attack him for disrupting her life.

      He wondered what he was doing here. In fact, he wondered how his highly ordered existence had become so embroiled, in such a short space of time, with two sisters whom he had not known from Adam a month ago. The one, yes, he could understand. Lily was beautiful, sweet-natured and helping her had been a balm for him after the annoyance of his last relationship.

      But her sister?

      ‘No. I don’t want to go with you anywhere. Whatever you have to say can be said right here.’ Drugs? Debt? Pregnancy? Lord, what if Lily was pregnant with his child and too embarrassed to break the news herself? Rose tried to remember just how long Nick had been on the scene.

      ‘Come on.’

      ‘I’m not going anywhere with you.’

      ‘Right. In that case, I’ll just stroll out and leave you to stew in your own stubborn stupidity, shall I? You would rather make a point than listen to anything I have to say.’

      ‘That’s not true. It’s just that I…can’t leave yet. I still have heaps of work to do.’

      ‘Wearing your coat? With your computer switched off?’

      Rose flushed and looked away. The more she argued with the man, the more she sensed a lively interest from the dwindling number of her colleagues still around. ‘Why didn’t Lily come herself? Is she in trouble?’

      ‘She…just seemed reluctant to tell you…this herself so I volunteered to do it on her behalf…Now, let’s get out of here.’

      It only took them five minutes to make it out of the building, but it could have been five hours. Why would Lily be reluctant to talk to her? They had always talked about everything. At least until this man had come along.

      She shot him a look of pure resentment.

      ‘You’ll have to put up with my driving, I’m afraid.’

      ‘My driver’s waiting. We’ll use him. I can deliver you back to your car later.’

      Rose opened her mouth to protest and realised that he was waiting for the predictable objection.

      ‘Okay.’

      ‘Okay? Does that mean that you’re not going to launch into a feminist rant about being able to drive yourself?’

      ‘I never launch into feminist rants,’ Rose said hotly. ‘I just stand up for the things I believe in.’

      ‘You shoot your mouth off.’

      ‘I do not shoot my mouth off and I resent being told that I do.’

      ‘And I don’t much like the fact that you’re gossiping about me behind my back. I’m obviously on your mind if you feel so strongly about me.’

      ‘You are not on my mind!’ They had reached his car, how she had no idea because she had been so wrapped up in defending herself.

      Nick pulled open the passenger door for her and she slid primly inside, making sure, he noted, to wrap her coat very tightly around her, as if depending on it for protection.

      It was out of keeping for him to ever leave work at the ridiculous hour of four forty-five, but he wasn’t regretting his decision. Apart from the fact that he was doing Lily a favour, he was also enjoying himself with her sister. His palate, after years of getting precisely what and whom he wanted, was jaded. Rose, with her bristling, yapping aggression, was a novelty and who was he to resist the allure of the new?

      He had also been curious to see the people she worked with, not that that had been possible given the size of the place.

      ‘Where can we go?’

      ‘At five-thirty?’

      ‘Maybe we should just head back to your house. It’s close enough.’

      ‘No!’ Overreacting again. And also forgetting about the little chat because she had been so wrapped up bickering. All fodder for his oversized ego. ‘There’s a brasserie about half an hour away. Joe’s Brasserie. On Fields Road. I guess there’s as good a place as any.’ She turned away and stared out of the window, acutely conscious of his muscular thigh way too close to hers for comfort. Just being alone with the man in this confined space made her feel guilty. He belonged to Lily and to Lily’s world. She shouldn’t even recognise his physical attributes, although she gratefully accepted that she was human, after all, and, anyway, she disliked him intensely so what did it matter?

      ‘You’re tense. Why? Does it make you nervous sitting in this car with me?’

      ‘Why should it?’ Rose turned to look at him and blinked away the disconcerting impact his shadowed, angled face had on