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extracted his cellphone, and hit a speed-dial button. ‘I’m known to get what I want.’
‘Really?’ She was singularly unimpressed. And remained so at the ease with which he secured a table.
Nic regarded her steadily. ‘You want to argue with me?’
‘Heaven forbid any female would dare,’ Tina offered facetiously, and caught a glimpse of something that was almost humour in those dark eyes.
‘You being an exception?’
‘Count on it.’ She glared at him, then she crossed to the door. ‘I want you to leave.’
His expression remained unchanged, except there was a sense of innate power, a strength of will, evident beneath the surface.
Her gaze arrowed in on his, and didn’t waver. She could feel her spine stiffen…literally. ‘I don’t want to share a meal with you.’
‘Same destination,’ Nic stated. ‘Separate cars.’
‘That’s a persuasive ploy?’
‘A compromise. It’s almost seven, neither of us have eaten, and we’ve yet to reach a satisfactory resolution.’
‘My decision is made.’
‘One that concerns you. However, there’s a child’s life at stake. Your child.’ He paused slightly. ‘But indisputably also my brother’s child.’
She was hungry. In the past few days she’d developed a heightened sensitivity to the smell of food. The thought of ordering a meal of her choice that she didn’t need to prepare or cook was enticing. Besides, it was clear Nic Leandros wouldn’t let up any time soon.
‘Go wait outside while I change.’
‘And have you lock the door behind me?’ His expression held wry cynicism. ‘Collect what clothes you need and get dressed in the en suite.’
She wanted to kill him…or at best do him physical harm. Yet it was no contest. A venue they drove to in separate cars was preferable to the intimacy of a hotel suite.
At least she’d be free to walk out of a restaurant undeterred. Whereas here it would be a different matter entirely. And, while his presence was unlikely to pose a threat, she had the distinct feeling he’d play any game by his own rules.
‘There’s a problem?’
Tina sent him a scathing glare. ‘I’m deciding what method I should use to render you physical harm.’
His mouth quirked in silent amusement, and she bit back an attempt at childish retaliation as she crossed to the storage unit.
With quick, economical movements she collected black silk evening trousers, an emerald green silk camisole, matching jacket, and headed for the en suite.
A few minutes, minimum make-up, a vigorous brush through her hair, and she was done. When she emerged it took only seconds to step into stiletto heels, then transfer money and keys into an evening purse.
Tina was conscious of his appraisal, and deliberately arched an eyebrow. ‘Shall we leave?’
They rode the lift down to the basement car park, and within minutes Tina followed Nic’s black Lexus to the trendy heart of Double Bay, parked, then accompanied him into a small, intimate restaurant filled with patrons.
The maître d’ greeted Nic with the obsequious fervour reserved for a favoured patron, personally escorted them to a table, saw them seated and summoned the drink steward.
Prestigious, known for its fine cuisine, and expensive, Tina acknowledged as she cast the room a casual glance.
The service was excellent, and she requested mineral water, chose a starter as a main meal, and settled back in her chair.
The steward brought their drinks, served them with deferential good humour, then retreated.
‘You eat here often.’ It was a statement, not a query, and Nic subjected her to a solemn appraisal.
‘Whenever I’m in Sydney.’
Uh-huh. The Leandros corporation had its main base in Melbourne. Vasili’s parents resided there. So did Nic, Vasili had relayed…in between business trips to New York, London, Athens and Rome.
‘I imagine you’ll acquaint your parents with my decision?’
He fingered the stem of his wine goblet with deliberate distraction. ‘When we’re done with it.’
She held his gaze. ‘There is no when.’
‘What if I were to suggest an alternative option?’ Nic paused, then added, ‘Or two.’
She took a sip of icy liquid. ‘There are none.’
‘Adoption,’ he presented with deceptive mildness. ‘For a mutually agreed sum.’
Tina froze, temporarily unable to utter so much as a word for several long seconds before anger ignited and threatened to explode. ‘You have to be joking.’
‘One million dollars.’
She opened her mouth, then closed it again as she found her voice. ‘Go to hell,’ she managed in a fierce undertone as she collected her evening purse and stood to her feet.
‘Two million.’
Tina registered the calmness apparent in his voice, and barely controlled the urge to throw something at him.
‘Three.’
Incredulity was uppermost. She turned, only to come to a halt as her arm was caught in a firm grasp. She directed him a vehement glare that would have felled a lesser man. ‘Let me go!’
His eyes held hers, their expression impossible to read. ‘Sit down. Please,’ he added with chilling softness. ‘There are other options.’
‘I don’t see how you can top it,’ Tina ventured savagely.
‘Marriage.’ He paused fractionally. ‘To me.’
For a few heart-stopping seconds she remained transfixed with shock. It took her time to find her voice. ‘Are you insane?’
She picked up the glass and tossed the contents at him in a wildly spontaneous action, watching as he dodged the icy mineral water, and saw it hit his shoulder and cascade down his jacket, his shirt.
In the next instant the glass slipped from her fingers, hit the table, and slid onto the tiled floor to splinter into countless shards.
Tina was vaguely aware of the steward’s presence, his concern, the removal of glass and mopping up operation. She even recalled offering an apology.
And heard Nic’s drawling explanation. ‘It’s not often a man receives such an unusual reaction to his marriage proposal.’
She was vaguely aware of the steward’s effusive congratulations, and the news took wing and spread.
Somehow she was no longer standing, but seated opposite the arrogant, ruthless man who had, she strongly suspected, stage-managed precisely this scenario.
‘Retract it, and do it now,’ Tina said in a fierce undertone.
‘A marriage mutually convenient to both of us,’ Nic continued silkily. ‘It will give Vasili’s child legitimacy and a legal place within the Leandros hierarchy.’
Her voice dripped ice. ‘Haven’t you forgotten something?’
A cameraman appeared out of nowhere and a camera flash temporarily blinded her.
‘I won’t be a part of it.’
‘No?’ Nic ventured silkily. ‘Be warned, I can be your friend…or your worst nightmare.’
CHAPTER TWO
SUDDENLY