A Scandalous Marriage. Miranda LeeЧитать онлайн книгу.
‘Good. Let’s get started, then. Your full name.’
‘Mike Stone.’
‘No, your full name,’ she said, a touch of exasperation creeping into her voice. ‘The name that’s on your birth certificate and driving licence.’
‘Mike Stone.’
Natalie gritted her teeth. ‘Not Michael?’
‘Just Mike.’
‘Fine. Your address and phone number, please? Mobile as well.’
She typed them in as he rattled them off, thinking to herself that his address of an apartment in Glebe could be good news or bad news. Glebe had become a trendy suburb of late. Its proximity to the inner city and Sydney University was highly valued. But some parts of it were still a bit dumpy.
‘Your work address?’
‘I work from home.’
Oh-oh. Now that was definitely bad news. Okay, so there were some small businesses that were quite successful. But not too many.
‘Age,’ she said.
‘Thirty-four.’
Now her eyebrows lifted. She’d thought him older. There was a wealth of life’s experience within those eyes.
‘I’ll be thirty-five in December,’ he added. ‘December the fifteenth.’
‘So you’re a Sagittarius,’ she said as she tapped in that information.
‘I don’t believe in crap like that.’
‘Really.’ She should have known. Brandon had said something very similar when she’d claimed the stars deemed them a reasonable match. She was a Virgo, which wasn’t a bad match with a Scorpio.
But Natalie wished she’d taken notice of the part that said Scorpio was the sign of dark secrets.
‘Marital status?’ she went on.
‘What?’
‘Have you ever been married?’
‘Nope.’
‘Lots of my clients have been,’ she remarked.
‘Not me, sweetheart.’
Natalie stiffened before shooting him a wintry glance. ‘My name is Natalie,’ she said in a voice that would have cut frozen butter. ‘Not sweetheart.’
His black eyes glittered for a moment, as though her correction amused him. ‘My mistake. Sorry.’
She could see he wasn’t. Not at all. But at least she’d made her stand. She couldn’t bear men who called women generic names liked sweetheart and honey. It was condescending and demeaning.
‘Well, nothing has come back to say that you’re not who you say you are,’ she told him after a few seconds’ wait. Neither was there a warning that he’d ever been arrested, or in prison. ‘Now on to your physical description. I can see for myself that your hair is dark brown and very short, and that your eyes are black.’
‘They’re not black. They’re dark brown. They just look black because they’re deeply set.’
Deeply set and infuriatingly sexy.
‘Right,’ she said. ‘Height?’
‘Six four. Six five, maybe.’
‘What’s that in centimetres?’
‘Lord knows.’
‘Never mind. I’ll put six five. I’m five ten and you’re a good bit taller than me.’
For weight/bodytype, she typed in ‘fit and muscly’. She wasn’t the only female in the world who liked well-built men.
‘Do you smoke?’
‘Nope.’
‘Do you drink?’
He laughed. ‘Do ducks swim?’
‘How much do you drink?’
‘Depends.’
‘On what?’
‘On whether I’m working or not. I don’t drink when I’m working.’
Natalie sighed. ‘And when you’re not?’
He shrugged. ‘I’m a scotch man. But I like a nice red with evening meals and a cold beer on a hot day.’
‘Would you classify yourself as a problem drinker?’
‘Certainly not.’
‘Hobbies.’
‘Hobbies?’ he repeated.
‘What do you enjoy doing during your leisure hours?’ she asked, and looked up from the laptop.
Their eyes met momentarily before his left her face to drift down to where her jacket was straining across her breasts.
‘Besides that,’ she snapped.
His eyes narrowed on her, and she wondered if he was wondering why she was letting him get under her skin so much.
‘I like to work out,’ he replied. ‘And to go out.’
‘Where to?’
‘Clubs. Pubs. Wherever I can have a drink with my mates and meet women.’
He’d have no trouble picking up women, Natalie conceded. He wouldn’t even have to speak. His hard, sexy body and those hard, sexy eyes would do all the talking for him.
‘Are you a good lover?’
The question was out of her mouth before she could stop herself. It was not one of her usual questions. But, thankfully, he didn’t know that.
‘I’ve never had any complaints,’ came his nonchalant reply.
She almost asked him how much sex he would want from his wife, but she pulled herself up just in time. She’d already overstepped the mark.
‘Religion?’ she asked instead.
‘Nope.’
‘An atheist?’
‘Nope.’
‘What, then?’ she asked through gritted teeth.
‘The Lord and I haven’t had much to do with each other so far, but who knows what the future might hold?’
‘Fine. I’ll put open-minded on the subject of religion. Education?’
‘Not much.’
‘Could you be more specific than that?’
‘I attended school till I was seventeen, but I didn’t sit for my school certificate or my HSC. I’ve never been to college or university. I’m a self-taught computer genius.’
‘Genius? My, let’s not be too modest here.’
‘I’m not being modest. I’m saying it as it is.’
‘Fine. But I think I’ll enter computer expert. You wouldn’t want to put off a potential wife by sounding a little…shall we say…arrogant?’
‘I’m not arrogant. I’m honest. But put what you like.’
She intended to. Lord, but he was the most irritating man. ‘What’s the name of your software company?’
‘Stoneware.’
‘Stoneware?’ She rolled her eyes at him.
‘The name amused me,’ he said, and actually smiled.
Not a big smile. More a lifting of the corner of his mouth.
‘You