Second Chance Proposal: A Man Without Mercy / Bring It On / Rancher to the Rescue. Miranda LeeЧитать онлайн книгу.
was tempted to give in and say, okay, I’ll be your girlfriend for real. Because she didn’t like to think he was angry with her. But she seriously didn’t want to do that. She knew she would regret it afterwards if she gave in.
‘You seemed happy with our arrangement when you dropped me off last night,’ she reminded him tautly. ‘Besides, I thought a strictly sexual relationship would be right up your alley.’
‘So did I.’
‘Then what’s your problem?’
Yeah, Jack, what’s your problem? For pity’s sake, get a grip.
He shrugged. ‘No real problem. But perhaps you could compromise a little and go out with me occasionally. On a proper date, that is.’
‘That’s what I’m doing tonight, isn’t it?’
He laughed. ‘You and I both know that tonight’s dinner is just foreplay, not a date. Hell, I took one look at you in that dress and instantly decided to reduce the meal to only one course. You’re going to be my dessert, gorgeous. Can I call you that—gorgeous?’
‘If you must,’ she said, struggling to keep her own desire in check.
‘Good. So let’s stop this useless banter and be on our way. The quicker we get there and eat, the quicker we can leave.’
* * *
But it didn’t turn out quite that way. Shortly after they were shown to a table in the small Italian restaurant Jack had booked in nearby St Leonards, his phone pinged.
‘Sorry,’ he said as he whipped the infernal thing out of his pocket. ‘Have to have a quick look to see. It could be family.’
As much as Vivienne admired Jack’s devotion to his family, she wished he’d left his phone at home—like she had. But she supposed that was being irrational. And more like a girlfriend’s thinking than a mistress’s. A mistress would not object to her wealthy lover doing anything at all, even answering text messages when he was at dinner with her.
Jack’s frown as he read the message aroused Vivienne’s curiosity.
‘Something wrong?’ she prompted.
He put the phone back in his pocket. ‘No. Not really. It was an invite to an engagement party next week.’
‘Oh? Who’s getting married? Family or friends?’
‘Neither. It’s the daughter of a business acquaintance. A very wealthy business acquaintance.’
‘So you’re probably wise to attend.’
‘I’m not sure that would be wise. I might punch out the groom-to-be.’
Vivienne was taken aback. ‘Why on earth would you do that?’
His smile was very droll. ‘His name is Daryl.’
The waiter bringing the bottle of wine Jack had ordered stopped Vivienne from saying or doing anything at that precise moment that she would regret. It also gave her a minute or two to gather herself, and her thoughts.
It was only natural, she accepted once she could think properly, that Frank Ellison would invite Jack to Courtney’s engagement party. Jack had, after all, built Frank’s harbourside mansion, the same one she had decorated last year. Had she received an invitation too? Vivienne wondered. She doubted it. As much as Frank might be ignorant of Daryl’s very recent engagement to another woman, Courtney certainly wasn’t. Or was she? Maybe the girl didn’t know he’d been engaged when they’d started seeing each other.
Vivienne suppressed a sigh. She didn’t want to think about Daryl any more, or the new life he’d made for himself with Courtney Ellison. She’d moved on and, although his actions had hurt her badly, she was feeling better now. Much, much better.
By the time the waiter poured the wine, took their dinner orders and departed, Vivienne knew what she had to do.
First she lifted her glass of chilled Chardonnay to her lips and took a deep swallow. Then she locked eyes with Jack over the rim and said in steely tones, ‘I presume your invitation says “and partner”?’
Jack had an awful feeling he knew what was coming.
‘Yes,’ he answered warily.
‘In that case, I’d like to come with you.’
He knew it! Jack sighed his frustration. ‘I really don’t think that’s a good idea, Vivienne.’
Her eyes turned mutinous. ‘Why?’ she snapped.
‘Because you don’t know what and who you’re dealing with,’ he shot back just as sharply.
‘Yes I do. I’m dealing with a two-timing bastard who’s been allowed to get away with his disgusting behaviour up till now,’ she said, doing her best to keep her voice low so that the other people in the restaurant didn’t overhear. ‘He lied to me when he broke off our engagement. Claimed he hadn’t been unfaithful, that he was doing the honourable thing by leaving me before sleeping with his new love. And I actually believed him at the time! My God, I can’t believe I was such a gullible little fool where that man was concerned.
‘The moment I saw those photos in the paper, I should have gone after him and told him what I thought of him. I should have made him suffer a little, even if it was only discomfort at the distress he’d caused. This is the perfect opportunity for me to confront him. Look, for all I know, Courtney Ellison might not even know about his engagement to me. Daryl could have lied to her as well. I want to make sure she is well aware of what kind of man she’s planning to marry!’
‘There’s no chance in hell that Courtney doesn’t already know everything about you, Vivienne,’ Jack stated with bald honesty. ‘Trust me when I say that Daryl being engaged to you would have added to his attraction for her. Seduction is her favourite game. She went after me big time when I was building her father’s house and cornered me in one of the home’s ten bedrooms one day, as naked as a jay bird.’
Vivienne’s eyes had gone wide, showing Jack how shocked she was, her reaction to such behaviour underlining to him that she would never do such a thing. This strictly sexual fling she was having with him...it was definitely out of character for her. She was the kind of girl who would usually want marriage and children, not the role of mistress.
‘Heavens!’ she exclaimed, shaking her head. ‘And did you...did you...?’
‘No. I wouldn’t touch Courtney Ellison with a barge pole,’ he ground out.
Was that relief he saw in her eyes? He sure hoped so. Because that would show that she genuinely liked him, the way he liked her.
‘You don’t want to be around people like that if you don’t have to be, Vivienne,’ he went on. ‘They’re bad, greedy, soulless people. You’re way too good for them. Like I said, you’re much better off without someone like Daryl in your life.’
‘I dare say what you’ve just said is all true. But, on a personal level, I need to show Daryl that I’ve survived. That he didn’t destroy me. If I go to their party with you, it will be the perfect revenge.’
All the breath left Jack’s lungs at the word ‘revenge’. God, but that actually hurt. He leant back in his chair and studied her for a few moments. ‘Is that all I am to you, Vivienne?’ he asked quietly. ‘An instrument of revenge?’
‘What? No, no, of course not. How can you possibly say that after all I’ve done with you? None of that was revenge. It was...it was... Well, it was just lust,’ she finished, her face flushed and flustered.
‘Just lust,’ he repeated, not feeling particularly happy with that little phrase either. Though it was a lot better than revenge.
‘Jack, trust me, I am over Daryl, and our sexual relationship has nothing to do with him.’
‘Can’t say I’m convinced, but I’ll