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‘We all have a cross to bear, I suppose.’
She raised her chin. ‘You’re obviously as displeased about this as I am, so why did you vouch for me with the judge? Why not just elect one of your subordinates?’
‘And make them liable should you decide to flee?’
‘You have a very low opinion of me.’ She didn’t know why that hurt so much. ‘Why is that, Bastien? What have I ever done to make you think so little of me?’
‘I think we both know the answer to that.’
Her face flamed. ‘What happened on the yacht—’
‘You mean when you tried to use your body to change my mind about firing you?’
‘That wasn’t what I was doing...’ She floundered and stopped as the memory tripped to life.
The moment she’d turned on the boat and seen Bastien standing on the deck, watching her, every nerve in her body had sprung to life.
The boy she’d known had grown into a breathtaking specimen of a man, with a commanding presence that had reached across the distance and held her captive. The smile she hadn’t even been aware she’d given had slowly died as a deep, decadent awareness had arced between them. There’d been nothing boyish about the look in his eyes when he’d reached her.
‘What are you doing here?’ Fierce, flaying words—whispered through incredibly sensual lips.
It had taken her a minute to gather her senses. ‘Hello to you too, Bastien.’
His mouth had compressed. ‘Answer me.’
‘I’m working—or at least I will be when you allow the crew to return. You’ve sent them away because...?’ She turned away, because she couldn’t look into those grey eyes without her midriff fluttering madly as if she was in the midst of a fever.
‘You shouldn’t have been given this commission.’
A lance of unsettling anger made her whirl about. He stood right behind her, so close her hair slid across his jaw. ‘Why not? Because you still have a chip on your shoulder about our past?’
His nostrils flar
ed. ‘No. Because the brief called for someone conservative—not someone who...’
His deliberate pause, the drift of his eyes over her scantily clad body had sent flares of awareness and dark arousal all over her.
Her body’s reaction shamed her, but she didn’t give him the benefit of knowing he unsettled her.
Using her best catwalk pose, she planted her hands on her hips and cocked one hip. ‘Someone who makes men want to drown their women in your diamonds? You don’t want someone who makes wives, girlfriends and women who know what they want hit the speed dial for their nearest jeweller the moment the ads are aired? I’m sorry—I thought you were in this business to make money?’
Her smirk and her taunts were purely for self-preservation. The combination of magnetism, mild derision and lust she could see in his eyes deeply unsettled her.
As did his arctic smile.
‘My vision for the product you’re promoting isn’t quite what you have in mind.’
‘Really?’ The tilt of her head had been well-practised for the camera. ‘I read a survey recently. Next to pure silk, women voted diamonds as the sexiest thing to wear against their skin. So perhaps your vision needs to be a little less...Victorian and more sexy.’
He raised an eyebrow and slowly stalked her, not stopping until she was backed against the railing that overlooked the lower deck. Silence cloaked the upper deck, the rest of the crew having been dispatched somewhere below deck. Above them, stars glittered in the sultry evening. All around her Bastien’s scent and imposing presence sent her heart-rate soaring.
‘Are you telling me how to do my job, Miss Duval?’ He caged her in, hands on either side of her, and treated her to narrow-eyed scrutiny.
‘Just a little friendly advice. Sex sells—or haven’t you heard.’
‘And you’re an expert in that field?’
She gasped, then tried to rein in her temper. ‘I’m an expert at what I do. If you weren’t sure who your target audience were perhaps you should’ve stuck to heading banks and building hotels.’
