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'There's no need to make it sound like something I've done, when this whole campaign idea was your suggestion,' she retorted. 'If you start rubbishing i
t now, then it doesn't really reflect well on your judgement, does it, Cesare?'
They glared at each other across the room. Had he thought that his absence might bring him immunity from desire? He wanted her, he realised. He still wanted her. He had missed her like crazy. Crazy. His scowl deepened. 'So, are you going to talk to him? '
She looked around the table. 'I'm happy to take advice on it. 1
Rupert shrugged. "Well, you know what they say—there's no such thing as bad publicity.'
'It's certainly been good for Maceo'' piped up one of the secretaries, who had been completely smitten by the Italian photographer.
The campaign had given Maceo's retrospective exhibition an extra boost of publicity. The photos he had taken of Sorcha were absolutely brilliant, causing one of the broadsheet newspapers to wonder why he had given up taking photos professionally.
'I don't know what all the fuss is about’ said Sorcha, wishing that some of it might die down.
'Are you being disingenuous?' Cesare's voice was withering as his gaze flickered over the giant poster of Sorcha sucking on a digit. 'It looks like soft porn!'
'Thanks!' she snapped. 'I can't believe you just said that. You approved the original concept—remember?'
'I was not expecting it to look like...like...!' But that was not strictly true. He had known exactly what it would look like. He had underestimated the interest it would provoke, true—and he had also failed to take into account the fact that he would still be feeling this frustrating and pointless jealousy. Because none of this was working out as he had wanted.
He had planned to have cast her aside by now—in-stead of which, he had flown back hungry for more of her. And—damn it—he didn't want to want her—not any more!
Looking for something to focus his rage on, he looked again at the poster. "What was Maceo thinking of? '
'Sales, presumably’ she said sarcastically.
Now they faced one another.
The journalist is waiting, Sorcha, ' Rupert reminded her quietly.
Part of her wanted to go out and do an interview just to rile Cesare. But she knew that wouldn't be the act of a mature person, and so she shook her head. "Well, I don't want to talk to anyone. Rupes, would you mind referring them to our PR people? Say that my contribution to the campaign was a one-off and that I shan't be doing any more photo-shoots?'
Rupert pulled a face. 'Certainly—are you sure, sis? Don't you want to capitalise on this?'
There's nothing to capitalise on. ’ Sorcha met the mockery in Cesare's eyes and hesitated. She wanted to say how much she had given up to go to college—but wouldn't that be a revelation too far, especially now, here, in front of all these people? And especially in front of him. But there were other ways of saying that her education had been both important and necessary to her.
‘I didn't work hard at university to see my entire career culminating in being the face on the front of a sauce bottle.'
Black eyes burned into her.
'Yeah’ said Rupert, nodding. 'And we kept that other photo for over fifty years—so there's probably no need!'
'Rupert!' said Sorcha indignantly. 'That wasn't why I said it! It's a bit much to have my magnanimous gesture thrown back in my face!'
But to her astonishment everyone started clapping, and even Cesare was giving a grim kind of smile—and, oh, why should that feel like a far greater achievement than quadrupling sales?
Because she had missed him like mad, in spite of all the things he'd said to her in bed that afternoon in the hotel? Because she couldn't sleep at nights for thinking about him and he was still obsessing her waking hours, no matter how much she tried?
Had she thought that he might come in here this morning and brush her lips with his when there was a quiet moment, murmur that he'd like to see her alone in his office? And what would she have said? Well, yes, obviously. But she couldn't have been more wrong.
He hadn't made a single indication that he still wanted her. Not one. No accidental brushing against her arm. No manoeuvring to get them alone together. Nothing. Had he decided while he'd been away that it was better if the affair ended?
"Well, I think that's everything' Cesare was saying.’Enjoy Berlin, Rupert.' He looked up as Sorcha stood up. "Would you mind staying behind for a moment, Sorcha?'
Her heart slammed against her ribcage and a wave of dizziness swept over her. 'Of course.' She waited until everyone had trooped out of the room and looked at him expectantly, wondering if her face hid her terrible fear that it was all over. "What is it?'
'No ideas about what might be on my mind?'
