The PA's Revenge (Book 1, The Mackenzie Brothers)

by Diana Fraser

  The helicopter descended suddenly, leaving the sea behind and enclosing them in the twisted woody vines and fresh green leaves of the vineyard. The sun dazzled Cassandra’s eyes as they circled around the multileveled villa, from under which thatched loggias jutted onto a long terrace that abutted a sparkling swimming pool, alive with the splashes of children. It was scene straight out of the French Riviera, except Onihau was on the other side of the world.

  Sweeping lawns, criss-crossed with a network of paved walks and gardens, spread beneath them as they followed a drive lined with sleekly expensive cars. They came to rest at the helipad at the rear of the house.

  “Ready?” Dallas jumped out and held the door open for her. Cassandra leaped out nimbly, thanking heaven that she’d chosen flat sandals. Her dress flapped in the wind as they walked towards the deck where two people emerged from a small group to meet them.

  “Cassandra, I’d like you to meet Guy and Lucia—my oldest friends.”

  An immaculate looking pair, beautiful and tanned, they greeted Cassandra with wide smiles and a warmth that surprised and unnerved her.

  Meeting Dallas’s friends was going to be interesting. Another set of pieces to add to the Dallas puzzle. Perhaps here, away from work, she’d find confirmation of her earlier assumptions about the man. Because everything else she’d seen so far contradicted them.

  She extended her hand to greet Guy who pulled her to him and kissed her on both cheeks. “Lovely to meet you Cassandra. About time Dallas got himself sorted. He’s his own worst enemy when it comes to pleasure.”

  “Work actually, Guy. Cassandra Lee is my new PA. Thought I’d introduce her to some of the crowd so she knows her way around the business, and my life.” He cast a narrow-eyed glance at Cassandra.

  He was up to something. Another test of some sort?

  “Welcome Cassandra. Drink? Usual for you Dallas?” Lucia also kissed both Dallas and Cassandra.

  She had rich brown eyes that glowed with warmth and humor. Cassandra instantly liked her and felt herself relax. It had been a long time since she’d felt a connection with a woman. Her life had been consumed by work and, latterly, grief, for so long that she’d almost didn’t recognize the flutter of spirits that stirred within for what it was—light-heartedness. It felt good. Perhaps she might enjoy herself here after all.

  “Heard about your post-meeting meeting with John yesterday. He phoned. After all that, you actually invested some funds in him. Bit rash wasn’t it?” Lucia smiled affectionately at Dallas.

  He looked briefly at Cassandra. “Not really. His strengths were always on the production side. I’ve shares in a small company he’d suit. It gives him the opportunity to return to management but without the risks. Should be a steady earner and keep him out of trouble.”

  Lucia laughed. “But not his beautiful wife, I should imagine. Running a small production unit in rural New South Wales won’t be her idea of fun.”

  “Well in that case, he’s best off without her.”

  Lucia turned to Cassandra, laughing. “Meet Dallas, the man of conscience. Though perhaps not the man of chivalry.”

  “I couldn’t possibly comment,” Cassandra grinned.

  As Guy handed out the drinks, Lucia steered Cassandra towards the house. “So, Cassandra, welcome. How come you’re involved with Dallas?”

  “It’s interesting work and I needed a job.”

  “Interested in Dallas?”

  Cassandra stopped, mid-stride, surprised by the woman’s candor.

  “Don’t look so surprised. Dallas has been through so many PAs that it’s become a bit of a joke. I mean, he’s handsome, intelligent,” she looked at him over her dark glasses, “and as sexy as hell. And yes, Dallas and I have had our moments—before I met Guy, that is. No hard feelings on either side. Dallas and I weren’t in love. And I am, very much in love with Guy.”

  “I can see that. And no, I’m here to do a job. That’s all. I have no designs on Dallas.”

  Lucia looked at Cassandra searchingly. “Maybe it’s as you say.” She smiled. “We’ll see. Just take care of him—in a professional capacity of course—he needs it.”

  “I think Dallas can look after himself.”

  Again, Cassandra was caught off guard by the woman’s shrewd expression. “We can all care for ourselves, but sometimes life’s a little better if you can ease someone’s burden.”

  “And Dallas’s burden would be?”

  “You’ll have to work that out for yourself. And, hopefully, in the process, Dallas can help you.”

  “I’m perfectly fine thank you. I don’t need help from anyone.”

  Lucia drew close and Cassandra could see the beautiful eyes held a trace of suffering in their depths. “Just by virtue of the fact that you say that indicates that you probably do.” She smiled and linked arms with Cassandra before she could remonstrate and turned towards the main party, where groups of people chatted. “Come on, let me introduce you to the others.”

  Dallas watched Lucia and Cassandra chatting and laughing together, their body language revealing their enjoyment in each other’s company. He smiled. It was good to see Cassandra enjoying herself, joking and smiling. And Lucia would be good for her.

  He watched Lucia for a few moments remembering how, long ago, they’d been lovers. It had been difficult finishing their relationship at the time—she was a wonderful woman. And, thank goodness, one of his closest friends now. But he knew she had needed more than he could give. Introducing her to Guy was the best thing he could have done for her and she’d eventually come to understand he was right. They were perfect for each other and, after a rocky start, their relationship had proved to be everything she needed. Guy could give her the love that he couldn’t. Love just wasn’t his thing and never would be.

  His eyes strayed once more to Cassandra. But with Cassandra, there was no such talk of love and children. Perhaps he needed to make absolutely sure. But one thing he was sure of—he wanted her. And watching her now only made his need greater.

  The honeyed tones of her skin set off the white dress exquisitely; its soft lines barely grazed her curves but had you thinking about them, all the same. There was little on show—simple round neck, bare arms, mid length—but she looked cool, comfortable and extremely sexy. With her dark coloring she looked like an exotic nomad. She stood tall and confident, her hair falling like a cloud-shadowed waterfall down her back. He couldn’t help but watch her. And he wasn’t the only one. Admiring, curious looks followed her. But she appeared completely oblivious, enjoying herself with Lucia.

  A woman of mystery. But not for much longer, he hoped.

  He’d set Todd the task of finding out her background today. In the meantime he’d brought her here, to where a wide range of people would be gathering, to see if anyone knew her. But they didn’t or they weren’t saying. It would be interesting to discover what this elegant beauty was hiding. Because she was sure hiding something.

  He watched as Lucia was drawn away by another guest and Cassandra joined a small group of women, some of whom he recognized. From looking relaxed and at ease, she stiffened slightly and the smile froze a little. He’d had experience of a few of the women at various parties to know why Cassandra would be feeling uncomfortable. She’d be like a fish out of water with them.

  “Honestly, darling,” the dyed-blonde said in an exaggerated whisper, “he’s fantastic in bed. Positions I’ve only read about. He was up for it—literally.”

  The other women hooted with laughter while Cassandra gripped her glass, smiled, and tried to control an urge to run.

  The women’s talk of sex, TV, clothes and gossip about more sex, was completely normal no doubt but a million miles from the concerns that kept her awake at night. It was a comfort of sorts to know that normal life went on elsewhere. It didn’t make it any easier though. She still felt as if she’d descended from another planet. They were friendly enough, if not a little curious and wary. Quick glances in her direction, and at each
other, showed an undercurrent to the conversation from which she was excluded. It was fine by her. She hadn’t heard talk like this since college.

  The recounting of sexual exploits continued as she tuned out and looked around her. No sign of Dallas. She sighed. The sooner this whole business was over the better. And the sooner she got away from this group the better. She’d listened to them long enough for politeness’s sake. She’d seek out the kids by the pool rather than put up with their inane conversation any longer.

  She downed her glass and turned to walk away.

  “So, Cassandra,” one of the women turned to her. “You’re with Dallas then?”

  “Yes. I’m his PA.”

  “But, you’re like, with him, right?”

  “Yes. In a purely professional capacity.”

  The others laughed as if she’d made a joke.

  “No, really.” What was wrong with them?

  The woman who’d spoken to her touched her on the arm. “It’s OK. We’ve all lusted after him. Tell me, what’s he like in the sack?”

  A few of the other women giggled but a hush descended.

  “Come on, we’d love to know.”

  “I work for the man, I don’t sleep with him.”

  “Looking like you do? I don’t think so, do you girls?”

  “What? I look like a slut?”

  The woman laughed uncertainly. It was finally dawning on her that Cassandra might not share the same interests as the rest of the group and that she was getting angrier by the minute.

  “You can tell us,” whispered another woman who hadn’t picked up on Cassandra’s irritation yet.

  “Sorry, I was just going—oh, over there.”

  She tried to move but the other woman put one firm hand on her arm. “Spill the beans and then we’ll let you go.”

  Christ, what did it take? Her temper snapped.

  “Well, yep, you’re right. What can I say? I’ve had sex with Dallas Mackenzie and he’s great.”

  Her response was met with stunned, gaping-mouthed silence as the group of women looked over her head, behind her.

  “Darling! Giving away all our secrets? Excuse me ladies.” He grabbed her elbow and drew her away from the wide-eyed group.

  “Cassandra! I leave you for five minutes and you end up frightening the natives.”

  “Well, at least I’ve given them something to talk about.”

  He grinned. “And the publicity will do me no harm.”

  “Hey, I’m sorry, but I’m not used to that kind of talk.”

  “No problem. You don’t have to apologize. I quite liked the dirty talk, myself.”

  “Stop teasing, Dallas.” She tried to poke him in the ribs but he grabbed her finger before she made contact and twisted her hand around into his.

  “Come on, let’s get away from these people for a while.”

  “Good idea.”

  He led her out to the pool where children continued to splash—alone now that the sun was hotter and their parents had retreated inside.

  “I’ll get you a drink, won’t be a minute.”

  Cassandra glanced over at the children. All eight were together, playing some game to do with mermaids and dolphins. The youngest boy was encircled by a floaty and was happily paddling his way across from the shallow end, following a ball. The children had been part of the reason she hadn’t yet retreated inside, out of the brilliant sunshine. She wanted to keep half an eye on them. Since Danny’s death she’d found it difficult to be around kids. Drawn to them, but at the same time afraid of the effect they’d have on her. Her proximity to them now sobered her mood.

  Dallas handed her a glass of wine.

  “You like children?”

  “Of course.” She felt cool, detached. The light-heartedness of minutes before, now forgotten.

  “You want children some day?”

  Cassandra looked away and took a deep, steadying breath. “Yes. Who doesn’t?”

  Don’t go near the truth. Don’t allow him to lead you there.

  “Me, for one.”

  “Why on earth not?”

  “A number of reasons, personal reasons. But it’s not for me. No marriage, no children.”

  Suddenly it clicked. “You’re trying to warn me off, aren’t you? You still think, despite everything I’ve said, that I want to sleep with you, marry you and have your babies. Well, let me tell you, you couldn’t be further from the truth.”

  He caught her hand and she caught her breath. He leaned down and kissed her completely, confidently, persuasively on the mouth. She should pull away. She should… Instead she relaxed under the command of his lips, stirred by the touch of his tongue on hers. As the kiss deepened her body swayed into his and a wave of heat surged through her body.

  But then he stopped, pulled away, leaving her breathless and bereft.

  As the warmth and power moved from her, she was suddenly aware once more of her surroundings, and of the hot sunlight beating on her head.

  “Well, Cassandra, if you’re really not interested in me then you’re a damn good actor.”

  Passion was replaced by anger. “That wasn’t fair and you know it.”

  “I wanted to test you. To see if you spoke the truth. And I don’t think you do. I think you’re as attracted to me as I am to you. Admit it.”

  Her mouth felt dry, her stomach nauseous. She’d been brought up to be honest, to tell the truth, to live life with integrity. And she did want him—badly.

  “I can’t.”

  “Not used to telling the truth?”

  Anger flared once more. “Stop! Stop it Dallas. I’m here to do a job. This is not personal.”

  “You’re my Personal Assistant. That’s very personal in my book. I need to know what you feel, what you want.”

  “No you don’t, Dallas. No you don’t!” She couldn’t stand this any more. He was determined to break her down, to find out what was going on. “Look—I just need to be alone for a few moments. Why don’t you go inside for lunch and I’ll join you shortly.”

  “You know something? I don’t think I’ve ever been dismissed before. It’s a novel experience.”

  “Please.” She met his gaze steadily, desperate that he should not see the cracks that were threatening to shatter her self possession.

  “OK. But don’t be long. We’re not finished with this subject yet.”

  She watched him walk inside to be greeted by half-a-dozen people all intent on pandering to his ego and needs.

  I’m frustrating him, she thought, as she walked to the edge of the pool, because I’m not doing the same as the others and he doesn’t have my measure yet. She realized that he wouldn’t rest until he did. She was like some irritating puzzle he’d worry until he’d solved.

  She took a deep breath. She’d never anticipated Dallas Mackenzie would threaten her at this level. This interest in her was unexpected. And even more unforeseen was her response. She’d only prepared herself professionally, but personally he was leaving her wide open.

  Drawn by the sound of splashing she took a seat where she could watch the children. They were completely alone.

  Anger flashed through her. How could their parents leave them alone in a pool, leave them open to such danger? Irritated she glanced around. There was no-one else about.

  A table was set outside for the children.

  “Hey kids—why not have some lunch. It’s all laid out for you.”

  “Not hungry,” shouted one of the older kids.

  Cassandra could understand. Danny used to swim in her father’s pool. He could stay in for hours. She blinked back the tears.

  She did a quick head count and suddenly leaped up, heart pounding. The boy with the floaty, where was he?

  She dropped her glass, dimly hearing it shatter on the stone pavers and ran to the side of the pool, hand shading her eyes from the glare that reflected off the water. The ball. She could see it bobbing in the middle of the pool. And she could see the boy—upside down, small feet s
plashing silently from the upturned floaty which was holding his head securely under water. There was no-one near him, no-one aware of the silent disaster.

  “Get help!” she screamed at the kids, as she kicked off her shoes and dived into the pool. She gasped as the cold water smacked against her hot body, drew in a rasping lungful of air and swam over to the boy, grabbed him and righted his now still body.

  Above the sound of her own blood pulsing through her head she was dimly aware of the screams and calls of people coming closer. She reached the edge of the pool, choking, gasping with fear and swallowed water. Eager hands pulled the boy from her grip.

  She tried to haul herself up but suddenly strong arms swept under her and pulled her onto the side of the pool.

  “The boy,” she gasped. “Is he OK?” She couldn’t see him for all the people who now surrounded him. But she could hear the boy retch and vomit up the water that had threatened his tiny body, immediately followed by his shrill and terrified screams as he came round. Shouts of relief followed and the boy was carried into the house.

  “He’ll be fine.” Dallas slung a large towel around her. “I think it’ll take longer for his parents to recover than him.”

  “Thank God.”

  “Thank God you were here watching them. Christ knows what the parents were thinking of, leaving the children alone.”

  “They didn’t think.” Cassandra’s voice was hoarse from emotion.

  “They should have damn well thought. If you have kids, you have responsibilities to those kids. Come on—come inside and get changed.”

  She could barely walk. Her whole body was numb, exhausted, aching. She stumbled and would have fallen if Dallas hadn’t been there, supporting her with his arm. He picked her up easily in his arms and entered a small, empty bedroom. It was dark and cool inside and Dallas gently lay her on the bed.

  “Are you OK?”