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The Tycoon's Scandalous Proposition--A Marriage of Convenience Romance

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by Miranda Lee


  ‘Actually, no,’ she said, a rueful little smile hovering. ‘I do not have a boyfriend at the moment. I have had boyfriends in the past, of course.’

  Well of course she had. If she hadn’t she wouldn’t be normal.

  ‘Then there’s no one to object if I ask you out to dinner tomorrow night?’ he went on.

  She didn’t look totally surprised, just a little wary.

  ‘No,’ she said, but there was reservation in her voice and reluctance in her eyes.

  He knew then that she wasn’t going to be easily seduced. One part of him admired her for it, but that other part—the part which was aching and hard and more conscienceless than it had ever been—refused to be deterred.

  So he decided to play his trump card. Too bad if it was a bit premature. A man had to do what a man had to do.

  ‘I want to talk to you about a part in my next movie which I think would be perfect for you,’ he added, dangling what he knew would be a powerful carrot.

  There was no doubting her surprise. No, her shock. Genuine, ingenuous shock. God, she really was irresistible.

  ‘But why would you do that?’ she asked, jerking her head back a little as she blinked up at him. ‘Surely you would need me to audition for you first.’

  Damn it all, why did she have to be so difficult? He respected her for it, but it was irritating.

  ‘I don’t need to see an audition from a graduate of NIDA,’ he dismissed. ‘Their programme produces the most talented actors.’

  ‘Yes, but...but...’

  ‘Kate Holiday,’ he said sternly. ‘Do you want to be a successful actress or not?’

  ‘Of course I do,’ she replied, looking quite offended. ‘It’s what I want most in the world.’

  ‘Then stop looking a gift horse in the mouth.’

  She smiled then. Which pleased him no end.

  ‘You’ll come to dinner tomorrow night?’

  ‘Yes.’

  ‘Good. Now, let’s go and dance.’

  CHAPTER SIX

  HOW AMAZING, KATE thought a little breathlessly as Blake swept her onto the dance floor and into his arms. Dinner tomorrow night and a part in a Blake Randall movie.

  Amazing, but also a little worrying. She’d heard casting couch stories, knew that it still happened, and wondered if Blake was of that ilk. Would he expect her to have sex with him at the end of the evening?

  Kate knew he fancied her—had seen desire in his eyes. And even more worrying was the suspicion that if he made a pass at her she might just say yes to whatever he wanted. Which was not like her at all!

  But this was her chance, wasn’t it? she reasoned desperately. Her chance to get her career off the ground. And she did find him attractive. Very attractive. And sexy. Very sexy. It was that mouth of his. And the hot, hungry gleam which fired up his eyes whenever he looked down at her. Which he was doing at the moment. He made her feel sexy in return. And terribly tempted.

  A thought suddenly came to her, however—one she didn’t like at all.

  ‘This part you have in mind for me,’ she said as he whirled her round, thankfully at arm’s length. ‘It’s not in one of Lachlan’s movies, is it? I honestly don’t want to be in one of his movies.’

  ‘No, it’s not a rom-com. More of a family drama. A character-based script which I wrote a few years ago but hadn’t got round to making. But it’s all systems go now, and we start shooting in late November. Look, keep this under your hat, but I think Lachlan and I will be parting company in the near future.’

  ‘But why?’ she asked, totally taken aback.

  Blake glanced over at the man in question before answering. Fortunately the dance floor was big enough for them not to be too close. Nevertheless, when he spoke he kept his voice low.

  ‘Mr Rodgers has an exalted opinion of his acting abilities. He doesn’t really understand why his movies with me have been so successful. He thinks it’s solely due to him. He might do one more movie with me, but he’ll go with the money in the end. He recently got himself a new agent—one who’s buddy-buddy with the big production companies. They’ve already offered him a very lucrative contract for three movies. He says he’s just thinking about it, but I can see the writing on the wall.’

  ‘That’s not very loyal of him,’ Kate said, feeling upset for Blake. Though he didn’t seem that upset himself.

  He shrugged. ‘There’s no such thing as loyalty in Hollywood. Just box office figures. I’ll survive without him, I can assure you. I have several new projects already in the pipeline—none of which rely on Lachlan Rodgers.’

  ‘That’s good.’

  Good, too, that she wouldn’t have to work with him. That would have been just awful. And so would her acting have been, with her new brother-in-law’s presence being both distracting and upsetting.

  Still, Blake might be right about Lachlan’s acting abilities being limited. When they’d been at NIDA he certainly hadn’t come top of the class. He’d been good, but not as good as some of the others. She herself had been singled out by their teachers for more praise than he had.

  ‘Let’s not talk about Lachlan any more,’ Blake said. ‘I’d rather talk about you. So, tell me, if you’ve only had that one part in a play since you graduated, how have you been surviving financially?’

  ‘Well, I do live at home, rent-free. And I’ve been working at a local deli at the weekends. That pays for my clothes and fares, and leaves me free to go to auditions during the week.’

  ‘Do you have a good agent?’

  Kate sighed. ‘I thought I did. But I’m beginning to have my doubts.’

  ‘You need to get yourself a new one, then.’

  ‘I think I will.’

  The music changed from a waltz to a faster, more throbbing beat. More people got up to dance, at which point Blake pulled Kate very close and told her to put her arms around his neck. After a slight hesitation she did so, and felt Blake dropping his hands down to her hips. His grip was firm, pulling her lower half against him, making Kate quickly aware of something hard pressing against her stomach. It was impossible to ignore.

  Blake’s eyelids grew heavy with the contact, and a tense silence enveloped them as their fused hips swayed to the music. On her part she felt mesmerised—both by the obvious evidence of his desire for her and her own shocking thoughts. She began imagining how it would feel to have his flesh buried deep inside hers, to have his mouth on hers, kissing her, only lifting to whisper hot, hungry words in her ear.

  Her mouth went dry.

  Not so another part of her anatomy.

  Suddenly she needed to go to the bathroom. ASAP.

  ‘I’m sorry,’ she said, flustered by the urgency of that need, not to mention what was going on in her head. ‘But I... I have to go to the Ladies. Too much champagne.’

  A total lie. She’d only had one glass during dinner, worried that if she drank too much she might do something she’d regret, might somehow make a total fool of herself.

  It had taken every ounce of her acting ability not to react to her father’s speech, not to let jealousy for Maddie take her over. She loved her sister. She always had. But she did so hate it that everyone else loved her so much, with no love left over for her. Lachlan’s speech had been total agony, and Kate hadn’t been able to look at him even when he’d toasted her, as was his duty.

  ‘Sorry,’ she repeated, and then hurried away out of the marquee, almost running back to the house and up the staircase to the bedroom and en-suite bathroom where she’d dressed earlier.

  There was probably a powder room or two downstairs, but she didn’t know where they were and she simply couldn’t wait. But, perversely, when she sat on the toilet she didn’t do all that much, and yet the odd feeling of pressure remained.

  She’d never felt anything quite like it. Not painful, exactly. No, not painful at all. Ju
st weirdly tight and tense. Her belly was as hard as a rock, whilst elsewhere she was hot and embarrassingly wet. Once again her thoughts took flight, her fantasies definitely on the R-rated side.

  ‘Good grief, Kate,’ she groaned aloud, confused by the way she could want any man like this, when she was in love with someone else.

  She certainly hadn’t done so for the last four years. Never. Not once. Blake Randall, however, seemed to have broken through her frozen libido and brought it to life in a startling way. More than startling when she considered that even when she’d first fallen in love with Lachlan he hadn’t evoked so violent a physical reaction.

  Her feelings about him had always seemed more softly romantic than starkly sexual. She sighed over him. And dreamt about him. But she’d never been consumed by explicit sexual fantasies. Which she had been a minute ago.

  Kate shuddered as she recalled that moment when she’d literally ached to have sex with Blake. She was still aching.

  Oh, Lord, whatever was she going to do?

  You’re going to get a grip, that’s what you’re going to do. Then go back downstairs and...

  And what?

  She honestly had no idea. She’d probably leave it up to Blake to make the next move. And he would. She felt sure of it. And the prospect was sending an excited shiver down her spine.

  After she’d washed her hands she stared at herself in the vanity mirror, seeing her over-bright eyes and flushed cheeks. Glancing down, she checked to see if her nipples were on show. Thankfully they weren’t, courtesy of the corset-style underwear she had on. Maddie had chosen it for her, insisting that it would give her some shape. Which, right now, she was grateful it did.

  Kate couldn’t deny that she wanted Blake to pursue her. What she didn’t want was for her own desire to be embarrassingly obvious, or for him to think any response of hers was because he had offered to give her a part in one of his movies. Because what she was feeling at the moment had nothing to do with her career and everything to do with herself as a woman.

  It was quite thrilling to be the centre of attention for a change. To feel special, and attractive, and truly desired.

  At the same time Kate still felt flustered by the strength of her own sexual response to Blake’s overtures. She didn’t quite know what to do next. Flirting didn’t come naturally to her. She wasn’t like Maddie. She didn’t have her sister’s sexual boldness. Or her confidence. What if she was misreading the situation?

  This last thought brought a laugh to her lips. How could she possibly have misread that erection? Unless, of course—she giggled a little—Blake had a gun in his pocket.

  Kate had a smile on her lips as she left the bathroom—a smile which was wiped away when she encountered Lachlan standing in the bedroom, with a dark scowl on his beautifully shaped mouth.

  ‘Lachlan!’ she exclaimed. ‘What are you doing here? Where’s Maddie?’

  ‘Dancing with your father. She won’t miss me for a minute or two. I told her I was going to the Gents. Look, I saw you duck out of the marquee and I followed you.’

  Kate frowned. ‘But why?’

  ‘I wanted a word with you in private. I wanted to warn you.’

  ‘Warn me? About what?’

  ‘About Blake bloody Randall.’

  Kate sucked in sharply. Why on earth was Lachlan speaking about his mentor and best man with such disrespect? ‘What...what about him?’

  ‘About his modus operandi with pretty women—especially ones who have acting in their blood.’

  Kate was torn between being flattered by Lachlan calling her pretty and worrying about what this dreaded ‘modus operandi’ could be. Though she was beginning to suspect...

  ‘First things first: does he know you went to NIDA with me?’

  ‘Well, yes, he does. I told him.’

  ‘Damn. That’s stuffed things good and proper, then. No doubt he’s already offered you a part in one of his movies? That’s one of his moves when he fancies an actress. And you’re looking extra-fanciable tonight, Kate. Frankly, I’ve never seen you looking so good. Blake only goes for the good-looking ones. So, has he offered you a part?’

  ‘Well, yes,’ she admitted, feeling a little bit sick. ‘A small one.’

  ‘I don’t doubt it’s just a small one,’ Lachlan scoffed. ‘Mr Perfectionist wouldn’t risk spoiling one of his movies by giving an unknown a seriously good part. You’ll probably only have a few words here and there. Just enough to make sure you have to be on location with him so that he can shag you every night. But once the movie is wrapped up you can bet that will be the end of it. He has a reputation for seducing his female stars, but once the movie is over so is the affair.’

  He came forward and curved his hands over her shoulders—a gesture that shocked Kate rigid because it forced her to look up into his eyes...those beautiful blue eyes which had entranced her from the first day they’d met.

  Perversely, however, neither his touch nor his proximity sent her weak at the knees, as she might have expected. All she felt was a confused wariness.

  ‘I wouldn’t like to see that happen to you, Kate,’ he went on. ‘You’re far too nice a girl to be used by that bastard.’

  Goodness. Such strong words! ‘Is that why you didn’t tell Blake I was in your class at NIDA?’ she asked, trying to make sense of Lachlan’s present attitude, not to mention his past actions. ‘You were trying to protect me?’

  That startled him, and his hands dropped away as he stepped back in surprise. It took him a few seconds to school his face into an expression of concern. ‘Well, yes. Yes...yes, of course that’s why,’ he said, hurriedly but not convincingly.

  Kate wasn’t sure what to believe now—both about Blake’s so-called bad reputation with actresses and Lachlan’s using it as an excuse for not mentioning her to Blake at any stage. Nothing rang true.

  Okay, so Blake offering her a part without auditioning her had been surprising. In all honesty, however, she couldn’t see Blake having to bribe girls into his bed. He was the sort of man women would throw themselves at. She herself was already wildly attracted to him.

  ‘I find it hard to believe Blake is as bad as you say he is,’ Kate said.

  Lachlan’s bedroom blue eyes softened on her and he once again reached to curve his hands around her shoulders. ‘Oh, Kate, Kate... Trust me when I say you don’t want to get tangled up with Blake Randall. He can be a twisted bastard. That bitch Claudia throwing him over totally screwed him up. He likes breaking hearts—especially when that heart belongs to an actress. He’s bad news, sweetheart. Promise me you won’t take him up on his offer—that you’ll be having nothing further to do with him after tonight.’

  Kate shook her head from side to side, her thoughts more muddled than ever. ‘Why did you ask him to be your best man if you despise him so much?’ she asked, in an echo of what she’d asked Blake earlier.

  Lachlan shrugged. ‘It was a good publicity move to promote our next movie. On top of that he was chuffed by my asking. Look, you can’t afford to get on the wrong side of the right people in the movie-making world, so don’t go telling him I said any of this. Just don’t accept that part, for pity’s sake. Tell him you don’t want to make movies...that you’d rather act on the stage. That’s what you always said you wanted to do.’

  ‘I do. But I haven’t been very successful at it, in case you haven’t noticed.’

  ‘What? Oh, yes. That’s bad luck. Still, if you show up at auditions in future looking the way you look tonight you should be in like Flynn. Now, I really must go. Lord, but you do look delicious...’

  He bent and gave her a peck on the cheek before dashing out of the room and running down the stairs back to his beautiful bride, leaving Kate’s head in total turmoil. Because she simply couldn’t believe in Lachlan’s sudden concern for her. He’d hardly even spoken to her this past year, and had never asked
her how things were going for her career-wise.

  Not that she’d seen him all that often, but there had been the odd occasion. A family dinner last Easter. A Mother’s Day luncheon in May. Then his and Maddie’s engagement party a few months ago...

  Maybe his dislike of Blake’s behaviour with women was a credible reason why he hadn’t told his mentor about her. But she didn’t buy it. She was beginning to suspect that Lachlan didn’t want to share his success—that he wanted to be the only one in his class to make it big in the movies.

  Kate’s love for Lachlan didn’t blind her to his faults. Behind his charm lay considerable arrogance, a selfish nature and a rather ruthless ambition. She was glad now that she hadn’t made him any rash promises, because in all honesty she didn’t want to turn down the part. It was a chance to show someone with lots of connections and contacts that she could act.

  Okay, so Blake could be a devil with women. That didn’t really surprise her, given his success and his power. But forewarned was forearmed. And she didn’t have to sleep with him if she didn’t want to. The trouble was...she did, actually. If Kate were strictly honest with herself, the idea of Blake Randall seducing her was not altogether an unattractive prospect. As for him sending her on her way with a broken heart... Well, that part was laughable. Impossible. Her heart had already been broken.

  So to hell with being sweet and nice, plus a total failure. It was time to take a few risks. Time to be proactive, the way her agent kept telling her to be. Time to stop being lily-livered and put her best foot forward!

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  WHERE ON EARTH was she? Blake began thinking when Kate didn’t return after ten minutes. How long did it take for a girl to go to the toilet?

  Lifting his champagne to his lips, he took a deep swallow, thinking all the while that if she didn’t show in the next thirty seconds he would go in search of her.

 

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