The Price Of Desire: The Price of Success / The Cost of Her Innocence / Not For Sale. JACQUELINE BAIRDЧитать онлайн книгу.
caught her shudder and his smile widened.
Warmth exploded in her chest, encompassed her whole body and made her breathless. Sasha found she didn’t care. The need to bask in the stunning warmth of his smile trumped the need for oxygen. Even when another voice intruded she couldn’t look away.
When Tom’s voice came again she roused herself with difficulty from the drugging race of her pulse, carefully skirted a coffee table festooned with piles of books, and approached the desk as the screen came to life.
‘Hello? Can you hear me, Sasha?’ Tom’s voice held its usual touch of impatience, and his features were pinched.
Marco’s smile disappeared.
Sasha mourned the loss of it and moved closer to the screen. ‘I’m here, Tom.’
He huffed in response, then his eyes swung over her shoulder and widened.
‘Sit down,’ Marco said from behind her, pushing the massive chair towards her.
She sat. He reached over her shoulder and adjusted the screen. Then he remained behind her—a heavy, dominating presence.
Tom cleared his throat. ‘Uh, I didn’t know you’d be joining us, Mr de Cervantes.’
‘A last-minute decision. Carry on,’ Marco instructed.
‘Um … okay …’
She’d never seen Tom flounder, and she bit the inside of her mouth to keep from smiling.
‘Sasha, you have a Q&A on the team’s website next Friday. I’ve e-mailed the questions to you. I’ll need it back by Wednesday, to proofread and get it approved by the lawyers. On Friday night you have the Children of Bravery awards in London. Tuesday is the Strut footwear shoot, followed by the Linear Watches shoot in Barcelona. On Sun— Is there a problem?’ he asked testily when she shook her head.
‘That’s not going to work. I can’t take all that time off just for sponsorship events.’
‘This is the schedule I’ve planned. You’ll have to deal with it.’
‘Seriously, I think it makes more sense to group everything together and get it done in the shortest possible time—’
‘I’m in charge of your schedule. Let me work out what makes sense.’
‘Miss Fleming is right.’ Marco’s deep voice sounded from behind her shoulder. ‘You have several events spaced out over the period of a week. That’s a lot of time wasted travelling. Do you not agree?’
‘But the sponsors—’
‘The sponsors need to work around her schedule, not the other way round. They can have Thursday to Saturday next week. Otherwise they’ll have to wait until the end of the month. Miss Fleming gets Sundays off. Your job is to manage her time properly. Make it happen.’
Marco reached past Sasha and disconnected the link. Although it was a rare treat to see Tom get his comeuppance, a large part of her tightened with irritation.
‘I’m perfectly capable of arranging my own schedule, thank you very much.’
‘It didn’t seem that way.’
‘Only because you didn’t give me half a chance.’ She craned her neck to gaze up at him, feeling at a severe disadvantage.
His head went back as he glared down his arrogant nose at her. ‘I didn’t like the way he spoke to you,’ he declared.
Her heart lurched, then swung into a dive as a wave of warmth oozed through her. Sasha berated herself for the foolish feeling, but as much as she tried to push it away it grew stronger.
Despite the alien feeling zinging through her, she tried for a casual shrug. ‘I don’t think he likes me very much.’
A frown creased his forehead. ‘Why not?’
Her bitter laugh escaped before she could curb it. Rising, she padded several steps away, breathing easier. ‘Probably for the same reasons you don’t. He doesn’t think I have any business being a racing driver. He believes I’ve made him a laughing stock by association.’
‘Because of your gender or because of your past indiscretions?’
‘According to you they’re one and the same, aren’t they?’ she retorted.
The hands gripping the back of the chair tightened. ‘I told you in Budapest your gender had nothing to do with my decision to fire you. Your talent as a full-time racing driver is yet to be seen. Prove yourself as the talented racing driver you claim to be and you’ll earn your seat. Until then I reserve my judgement.’
‘You reserve your judgement professionally, but you’re judge, jury and executioner when it comes to my personal life?’
A cold gleam had entered his eyes, but even that didn’t stop her from staring into those hypnotising depths.
‘We agreed that you will have no personal life until your contract ends, did we not? You wouldn’t be thinking of reneging on that agreement so soon, would you?’
Sasha just stopped herself from telling him she already had no personal life. That she hadn’t had one since Derek’s lies and the loss of her baby had put her through the wringer. Rafael had been her one and only friend until that had headed south.
‘Sasha.’
The warning in the way he said her name sent a shiver dancing down her spine. She glanced up at him and bit back a gasp.
When had he drawn so close? Within his eyes she could see the flecks of green that spiked from his irises. And the lashes that framed them were long, silky. Beautiful. He had beautiful eyes. Eyes that drew her in, wove spells around her. Tugged at emotions buried deep within her …
Eyes that were steadily narrowing, demanding an answer.
She sucked in a breath, her brain turning fuzzy again when his scent—lemony, with a large dose of man—hit her nostrils. ‘No, Marco. No personal life. Not even a Labradoodle to cuddle when I’m lonely.’
A frown deepened. ‘A what?’
‘It’s a dog. A cross between a Labrador and a poodle. I used to have one when I was little. But it died.’
‘Pets have no place on the racing circuit.’
She glared at him. ‘I wasn’t planning on bringing one to work. Anyway, it’s a moot point, since my schedule isn’t conducive to having one. I detest part-time pet owners.’
Her phone buzzed in her back pocket. She pulled it out and activated it. Seeing the promised e-mail from Tom, she turned to leave.
‘Where are you going?’ he demanded.
She faked a smile to hide the disturbing emotions roiling through her body. ‘Oh, I thought the inquisition was over. Only Tom has sent the Q&A and I want to get it done so I don’t take up valuable race testing time.’
Her snarky tone didn’t go unmissed. His jaw clenched as he sauntered over to her. She held her breath, forcing herself not to move back.
‘The inquisition is over for now. But I reserve the right to pursue it at a later date.’
‘And I reserve the right not to participate in your little witch hunt. I read the small print and signed on the dotted line. I know exactly what’s expected of me and I intend to honour our agreement. You can either let me get on with it, or you can impede me and cause us both a lot of grief. Your choice.’
She sailed out of the room, head held high. Just before the door swung shut Sasha suspected she heard a very low, very frustrated growl emitted by a very different bull stag from the one hanging on the wall.
Her smile widened as she punched the air.
Marco didn’t come back