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‘I’m immune to flattery, Miss Fleming, and any other form of coercion running through your pretty little head.’
‘Shame. I was about to spout some seriously nerd-tastic info guaranteed to make you like me.’
‘You’d be wasting your time. I have a team specially selected to deal with sycophants.’
His barb finally struck home. She inhaled sharply and lowered her gaze.
Marco caught himself examining the determined angle of her chin, the sensual line of her full lips. At the base of her neck her pulse fluttered under satin-smooth skin. Against his will, another wave of heat surged through him. He threw a mental bucket of cold water over it.
This woman belonged to his brother.
The lift opened directly onto the living room—a white and silver design that flowed outside onto the balcony overlooking the Danube. Marco bypassed the sweeping floor-to-ceiling windows, strode to the antique desk set against the velvet wall and put the box down.
Recalling its contents, he felt anger coalesce once more within him.
He turned to find Sasha Fleming at the window, a look of total awe on her face as she gazed at the stunning views of the Buda Hills and the Chain Bridge. He took a moment to study her.
Hers wasn’t a classical beauty. In fact there was more of the rangy tomboy about her than a woman who was aware of her body. Yet her face held an arresting quality. Her lips were wide and undeniably sensual, and her limbs contained an innate grace when she moved that drew the eye. Her silky black hair, pulled into a loose ponytail at the back of her head, gleamed like a jet pool in the soft lighting. His gaze travelled over her neck, past shoulders that held a hint of delicacy and down to her chest.
The memory of her breasts against his back intruded. Against him she’d felt decidedly soft, although her body was lithe, holding a whipcord strength that didn’t hide her subtle femininity. When he’d held her wrist in Rafael’s hospital room her skin had felt supple, smooth like silk...
Sexual awareness hummed within him, unwelcome and unacceptable. Ruthlessly he cauterised it. Even if he’d been remotely interested in a woman such as this, flawed as she was, and without a moral bone in her body, she was the reason his brother had crashed.
Besides, poaching had never been his style.
‘So, what would it take to convince you to keep me on?’ She addressed him without taking her eyes from the view.
Annoyance fizzled through him.
‘You’re known for having relationships with your team mates.’
Her breath caught and she turned sharply from the window. Satisfaction oozed through him at having snagged her attention.
Satisfaction turned to surprise when once again she didn’t evade the question. ‘One team mate. A very long time ago.’
‘He also crashed under extreme circumstances and lost his drive, I believe?’
A simple careful nod. ‘He retired from motor racing, yes.’
‘And his seat was then given to you?’
Her eyes narrowed. ‘Your extrapolation is way off base if you think it has any bearing on what has happened with Rafael.’
‘Isn’t it curious that you bring chaos to every team you join? Are you an unlucky charm, Miss Fleming?’
‘As a former racer yourself, I’m sure you’re familiar with the facts—drivers crash on a regular basis. It’s a reality of the sport. In fact, wasn’t a crash what ended your racing career?’
For the second time in a very short while the reminder of events of ten years ago cut through him like the sharpest knife. Forcing the memories away, he folded his arms. ‘It’s your circumstances that interest me, not statistics. You dumped this other guy just before a race. This seems to be your modus operandi.’
Her chest lifted with her affronted breath. He struggled not to let his gaze drop. ‘I resent that. I thought you ran your team on merit and integrity, not rumour and hypothesis.’
‘Here’s your chance to dispel the rumours. How many other team mates have you slept with?’
‘I had a relationship with one. Derek and I went out for a while. Then it ended.’
‘But this...relationship grew quite turbulent, I believe? So much so that it eventually destroyed his career while yours flourished?’
She snorted. ‘I wouldn’t say flourished, exactly. More like sweated and blooded.’
‘But you did start out being a reserve driver on his team. And you did dump him when his seat became available to you?’
Marco watched her lips tighten, her chin angling in a way that drew his eyes to her smooth throat.
‘It’s obvious you’ve done your homework. But I didn’t come here to discuss my personal life with you—which, as it happens, is really none of your business.’
