Seducing the Secret Heiress

by Seducing the Secret Heiress (epub)

  ‘Oh dear.’

  ‘Anyway, when Gabe’s first show, Celebrity Shipwreck, was broadcast, Dad went ballistic. He screamed for hours about how Gabe had demeaned the family with gutter muck and other choice expressions.’

  Charlie winced. ‘Ouch.’

  ‘Gabe walked out and they haven’t spoken since. That was six years ago. Mum begs them to reconcile. Gabe wants Dad to respect his career and Dad can’t, or won’t, do that. Damn childish and stubborn if you ask me’

  Emma sipped her wine.

  ‘I think that’s why Gabe drives himself so hard. He’s always said he doesn’t give a damn about what his father thinks, but deep down, I know he’s hurt beyond belief. Gabe idolised Dad as a kid.’

  Charlie sipped her wine. Maybe that’s why she and Gabe had connected. They’d both been a huge disappointment to their fathers.

  ‘So,’ Emma said, obviously wanting to change the subject. ‘Big day tomorrow.’

  Apprehension crawled through Charlie’s belly. She ran her hand through her cropped hair. ‘Yup. I’ve got a two in ten chance of ending up on national television.’

  ‘Are you ready?’

  ‘As I’ll ever be.’

  Chapter Seven

  Gabe scanned the set one more time. It looked fresh and functional, an amalgamation of the top London restaurants and the type of kitchen you’d find in a luxury home, but with ten moveable workstations. The benches were a brilliant fusion of oiled natural timber and stainless steel, complete with sinks, cook tops, ovens and every kitchen utensil that could ever be required. A few weeks ago, he’d never heard of a mortar and pestle. Now every second contestant seemed to be using them to grind an assortment of pastes and marinades.

  Only one more regional final to go and he’d have the final twelve. Today was Charlie’s shot at a spot.

  He stepped back and admired the brilliant blue and gold First-Class Chef logo hanging like a badge of honour over the set. A bold statement but also warm and inviting. Soon, he hoped, it would be one of the most recognisable brands in Britain, if not the world.

  But he was getting ahead of himself. It was still early days. Today they would present the last two specially designed aprons to be worn by the last regional finalists.

  He checked his watch again. Time to start the contestant briefing. He scanned the room again.

  No Charlie.

  He spoke into his head mike. ‘Has Charlie Brown arrived yet?’

  ‘No, still no sign of her,’ Abigail informed him. ‘But we should probably get going.’

  ‘Sure.’ Suddenly he couldn’t focus on work. ‘Just give me a minute.’

  He walked to a quiet corner and dialled Charlie’s mobile. Straight to message bank. He left another message.

  Something might have happened to her. A cold knot gathered in his stomach He paced back and forth. A range of scenarios rushed through his brain. None of them good.

  He shook his head. Charlie had probably just had difficulty getting a cab from the station. He’d occasionally had the same trouble himself.

  He looked at the time again. They were really late now. He could see Abigail watching him from the front of the set. She tapped her watch when he caught her eye.

  He couldn’t stall any longer. He knew he shouldn’t have such a vested interest in Charlie’s success in the show, but if he were honest, he wouldn’t mind her being on set all day especially as she wasn’t living with him anymore.

  He walked over to Abigail.

  ‘Okay, call out the contestants. Let’s get this show on the road.’

  He glanced at the studio door.

  Come on, Charlie. Where are you?

  Charlie emerged from the tube station at Uxbridge.

  She was so late! She’d searched three different stores to find raw macadamia nuts. In Australia they were sold everywhere – raw, salted, honey-roasted, chocolate coated . . . Obviously in England the nut was a delicacy and finding raw macadamias had been virtually impossible – and that Bowen mango! But they were essential to the success of her next effort. Each contestant was allowed to bring two special ingredients – mango and macadamias were hers.

  Then the tube had been delayed between stations by a bomb scare further down the line. The minutes had ticked past with astonishing speed.

  Now she had only five minutes to reach the studio and she knew the taxi ride took at least ten. She ran to the rank. Empty. She appealed to the heavens.

  Heaven took its time, but finally a cab appeared around the corner. She leaped into the vehicle and asked for Pinewoods Studios. Clipping on her seatbelt, she hugged her shopping bag to her chest.

  Pinewood.

  She couldn’t believe she’d be cooking in a studio that had been involved in the production of film franchises such as James Bond and Harry Potter. The cab pulled to a sudden halt. Charlie peered out the windscreen. Traffic jam.

  She sat forward in her seat. ‘Is there a different way?’

  ‘Sorry, love. This is the short cut.’ He pointed down the road. ‘But I have to get to the next roundabout before we can cut through.’

  The next fifteen minutes seemed the longest of her life, but at last the taxi pulled up in front of the studio. She quickly paid the driver and rushed through the doors to the reception desk.

  ‘Hi, I’m Charlie Brown for First-Class Chefs.’

  The receptionist seemed to take an age scanning her visitors list.

  ‘Yes, here you are. Studio two,’ the receptionist said, providing her with a security tag and directions. She pointed to a clock on the wall. ‘You’d better run, you’re late.’

  Charlie raced through the maze of corridors and pulled open the heavy studio door. She gasped. A whole new world appeared before her. Lit by a battery of lights, the massive set featured a series of magnificent cooking stations. Everything looked shiny, fresh and new.

  A contestant was working at each station. The three judges she’d met the day before wandered around the set. The cameras captured all the action. And there, directing in the middle, stood Gabe. He sported a head mike and a clipboard and managed the sea of people with efficiency and authority.

  Her stomach lurched and she slumped against the wall. She was too late. She blinked hard as her eyes burned with tears of disappointment.

  The biggest opportunity of her life and she’d blown it.

  Gabe noticed her for the first time. She turned quickly away, unable to face him.

  What must he think of her? Not even able to arrive on time for something so important. He’d put his faith in her and she’d tossed it back in his face.

  He strode over. ‘Charlie.’

  She took a deep breath and nervously clutched her bag of food to her chest. ‘Gabe—’

  Before she could speak again, Gabe’s arm reached around her waist, drawing her towards the action. ‘Thank goodness you’re okay. I was worried.’

  ‘I’m so sorry—’

  ‘Look, there’s no time to talk. We’re already fifteen minutes in, do you think you can still make your dish in time?’

  ‘Can I still compete?’

  ‘You bet. Just get out there and work that pretty little arse off.’

  She’d never heard him speak like this. His words acted like a swig of relaxing tonic.

  ‘Okay,’ she said, as she rushed to the only empty station. She pulled the fish, sauces and vegetables from the fridge, reworking the dish in her head. She could manage this but she had no margin for error.

  She didn’t know if it was the pressure of time or the fact that Gabe was watching her every move, but each cut, stir and blend was perfect.

  Just as she flipped the fish, Jasper arrived, followed by a cameraman.

  ‘Morning, Charlie, and what are you cooking for us today?’ Jasper asked. The camera zoomed in close.

  Jasper nodded and looked impressed as Charlie described her recipe.

  ‘Where on earth did you get a Bowen mango, in London, at this time of year?’

  �
�It was tricky, Jasper, but you have to find the best ingredients to make this dish work properly.’

  Her hand trembled as Gabe sent her a sizzling smile. She mashed the macadamias and some pine nuts together with the mortar and pestle so no-one would notice the effect he had on her.

  ‘Why aren’t you using a blender for that?’ Jasper asked.

  ‘I want the sauce to have a crunch – it’s too uniform if you use a blender. And a variety in nut size makes the sauce more appealing visually. Creates more interest.’

  The camera moved in again for a close-up.

  Jasper continued with his questions and Charlie found discussing food came as naturally as breathing. She actually tingled with pleasure. Gabe’s nods and smiles didn’t hurt either.

  ‘That’s great, Charlie, I’ll be back to taste it when time’s up,’ Jasper concluded before walking to the next station.

  Gabe leaned over the bench as if to smell the sauce. Instead he looked up, gave her a wink and left without a word. She couldn’t keep the smile from her face after that.

  ‘Come on, everyone, five minutes to go,’ Jasper announced. ‘A place in the finals hangs in the balance.’

  Someone dropped a pan and cursed. The man next to Charlie cried out and held his fingers. An assistant rushed over with a first aid kit.

  Charlie slid the fish from the grill pan and topped it carefully with the creamy macadamia sauce. She spent the remaining few minutes heaping the salad onto the plate, the placement of each item carefully considered.

  She stood back to survey her handiwork. Not bad.

  ‘Time,’ Gabe called across the room.

  An older man at the front of the set threw down a pot and stormed from the studio.

  ‘Well, everyone’s chances have just improved by a few percent,’ Gabe said.

  Nervous laughter rippled across the room, but the tension hung heavily around the room.

  Jasper forked some of Charlie’s fish into his mouth. With his low murmur of pleasure, Charlie knew she had a potential winner. But was it good enough?

  For the next few minutes, the judges and production staff milled among the contestants, tasting dishes, asking questions, filming segments.

  Gabe headed her way.

  ‘Nice work, First-Class Chef,’ he said, patting her on the shoulder.

  Her skin quivered under his touch. ‘Thanks.’

  He popped a slice of fish into his mouth.

  ‘Good,’ he said simply and moved on.

  After the judges had tasted each dish, they disappeared and Gabe took up his position at the front of the set.

  ‘Fantastic job everyone. All of you clearly possess incredible talent. But of course only two people from this region can move up to the next level.’

  The room stayed silent and still. Gabe paced between the workstations.

  ‘The judges will make their decision later today. We’ll be releasing a ten-minute promotional clip later this afternoon and the winners will be announced live on our YouTube channel at eight tonight. Tune in then.’

  He walked back to the front of the set. ‘Thanks again, everyone, and good luck.’

  ‘This way, everyone.’ Abigail escorted the contestants back to reception. Charlie felt a little faint. Other contestants chatted excitedly, swapping experiences and anecdotes.

  One contestant with bright braces and a round, friendly face approached her.

  ‘You’re from Australia?’ he asked.

  ‘Yup,’ she said, smiling.

  ‘Nice work with that barramundi.’

  ‘Thanks. What did you do?’

  ‘Ocean trout with zucchini flower and parsley sauce.’

  Charlie nodded. ‘Sounds amazing.’

  ‘It is.’ He turned to leave. ‘See you in the finals.’

  Charlie frowned. ‘You know something I don’t?’

  The man threw his opinion over his shoulder. ‘No. I just know good cooking. Bye.’

  Charlie could have floated back to the tube station – no taxi required.

  ‘Sorry,’ Gabe said, looking up, ‘what was that?’

  He’d lost his train of thought as Charlie’s interview played on the monitor. The camera loved her. It was as though she’d been presenting on television all her life. Fortunately the lights in the meeting room were dimmed or everyone in the room would have witnessed the desire illuminating his face.

  ‘She’s magic,’ Abigail repeated.

  Gabe nodded and returned to the monitor. He had a star on his hands, but would the judges think so?

  ‘The male audience is going to love her,’ Jasper added.

  Gabe tore his eyes from the screen to look at him sharply. He shifted in his seat. The idea of men ogling Charlie didn’t sit comfortably at all.

  ‘She’s certainly our ticket to the male demographic,’ Abigail concurred. The others in the room murmured their agreement.

  Gabe wasn’t so sure he wanted Charlie to shine quite so much, but dismissed the notion immediately. The monitor screened a close-up of Charlie’s face. She was beautiful in person, but on screen she was an absolute knockout.

  He forced his eyes away. ‘How’s her cooking?’

  ‘There’s an immaturity about her choices and her presentation certainly needs improving, but she has creativity and natural flair,’ Jasper said. ‘You can learn about presentation and other techniques but you can’t teach flair.’

  ‘I think she’s a definite. She has my vote,’ Abigail said.

  ‘What does everyone else think?’ Gabe studied his team.

  The rest of the group quickly determined Charlie had a spot in the finals.

  Looking back at the screen, he couldn’t help thinking he was watching Britain’s first winner of First-Class Chef. Charlie had edged her way into his heart and he knew she would capture the nation’s.

  The question was, did he want to share?

  Charlie looked out the window again.

  Gabe’s black sports car was nowhere to be seen.

  She wandered down to his home office and clicked on the First-Class Chef’s highlights package again. It had been live since five that afternoon and she’d already viewed it three times.

  Only eight of the twenty South-East England contestants had featured, but it gave no clue as to which two had made it into the finals. Her interview with Jasper was the last clip and the longest. That had to be a good sign.

  Right?

  The video finished with a close-up of her face. She couldn’t quite believe it was her on the screen. First, because it didn’t even look like her, thank goodness. And second, who would’ve believed she could’ve been so successful so far?

  ‘To have people say they love your food is an incredible feeling.’ She spoke with such passion on screen, she barely recognised herself.

  She glanced at her watch again. Five to eight. She wanted to watch the online announcement with him. Win or lose, she had to share the moment.

  She heard the front door click and Gabe’s footsteps coming fast down the hall. She jumped from the office chair as he strode into the room.

  ‘Well?’ she asked breathlessly. ‘How did I go?’

  ‘Now, now, Charlie.’ He turned her around, placed his hands on her shoulders and guided her back to her seat at the computer.

  ‘You’ll find out with the rest of the nation.’

  Gabe kept his hand on her shoulder as he bent down to join her in staring at the screen. The warmth of his touch proved distracting but wonderful.

  ‘Good day?’ she asked. Conversation might make the minutes pass more quickly.

  ‘Fantastic. We’ve already had a million hits on the website and the highlights package has been downloaded over a quarter of a million times.’

  Charlie eyes flared with surprise. ‘Are you serious?’

  ‘Deadly.’

  ‘Wow,’ she said, shaking her head.

  ‘Like watching yourself?’ he teased.

  ‘Don’t be ridiculous. I’m nervous as hell. I can’
t focus on anything else.’

  The computer clock counted down the final seconds to eight o’clock. She hit refresh and a new video icon popped onto the screen.

  South-East England’s finalists announced.

  She couldn’t move, too afraid to know the decision.

  Gabe reached across and grabbed the mouse.

  ‘Ready?’ he asked.

  ‘No,’ she said through gritted teeth.

  ‘Well, shut your eyes then.’ And he clicked the link.

  Jasper’s image flashed up.

  ‘Good evening and welcome to the announcement of the first round of regional finalists of First-Class Chef. Starting with South-East England, let me introduce to you our first finalist, suave and good with sauces – Christopher Robertson.’

  Charlie slumped back in her seat as the clip rolled featuring Christopher, the man she’d chatted to in the foyer. He looked so professional and confident. She released a long, slow breath.

  Gabe patted her shoulder. ‘Remember, there are two finalists.’

  ‘Hmm.’ But her spirits sank just watching Christopher. His incredible skill shone brightly.

  The clip ended and Jasper returned to the screen.

  ‘Now for our second finalist. She’s a catering assistant with a flair for unusual ingredients. Introducing the talented Australian – cheeky and cheerful Charlie—’

  Charlie screamed and leaped from the chair. Jumping up and down, she flung her arms around Gabe’s neck. She couldn’t stop the tears as they streamed down her face. Gabe’s arms enveloped her.

  ‘Congratulations,’ he said, pulling her in tight. ‘You deserve to be in the finals. The decision was unanimous.’

  Charlie pulled away. ‘You voted for me?’

  ‘I don’t vote, remember? But everyone agreed you were brilliant.’

  Charlie couldn’t keep still. She paced, skipped and danced around the room. ‘I just can’t believe it.’

  ‘The nation’s going to love you.’

  Her happiness evaporated. She went still and rubbed her brow.

  ‘What’s wrong?’

  Nothing, only that I’m about to misrepresent myself to a whole country.

  ‘Nervous?’ he asked.