Fired Waitress, Hired Mistress

by Robyn Grady

  He kicked down the bike’s stand, whipped a carrybag off the handlebars and closed the distance separating them in three long strides. Then arms that felt like heaven gathered her in and his mouth dropped over hers. As one hand edged up to cradle and faintly rotate the back of her head, Nina dissolved into their best kiss yet. Her fingers fanned up to knead the muscle beneath his fresh jersey knit shirt.

  His lips left hers reluctantly, coming back to sip again before he deftly took her hand and began to lead her inside. Her mind stopped spinning enough for her to pull up. She wouldn’t be distracted again. Before he swept her up into the clouds again they needed to talk. He needed to know this was no run-of-the-mill holiday fling. She needed to lay her cards on the table and own up to who she was…or at least who she wasn’t.

  When she stopped, he stopped too, a frown tugging at his brows. Then he shook his head as if to clear it.

  “I’m an idiot.” He swooped her up into his arms. “I forgot your ankle. I’ll carry you.”

  Nina fought the impulse to hold onto him. His no-argument brand of chivalry was intoxicating, but…“My ankle’s fine.”

  He wasn’t listening. Instead he moved with her towards the open cabin door.

  He stepped over the threshold, and a sense of déjà vu filtered through her. Had so much time passed since that sudden rainstorm yesterday? They were here again, standing in the exact same spot, and he was just as imposing and commanding and delicious as ever.

  But he wasn’t heading for the bed. He was looking down at her with a mix of desire and depth and…

  Trust?

  She cleared the lump from her throat and took a breath. Now or never.

  “Last night,” she began, “you asked if I wanted to stay.”

  He nodded.

  She blew out a breath. “Well, Gabriel—see, it’s like this—”

  “You want to go back to the resort, don’t you?” His jaw tightened. “You’re missing the spa tubs and silver service.”

  “God, no. That’s not it at all.”

  His brows snapped together. “You don’t like the resort?”

  “If you really want to know…” She scrunched her nose and shook her head. Not a bit.

  A pulse in his cheek started to tick and his jaw shifted to one side. “So what’s wrong with it?”

  Nina was taken aback. That stony look and tone…Suddenly he seemed so serious. About her dislike of the resort?

  He’d said he’d taken this cabin to get away from it all. She’d believed him. But his questions and the intense glint in his eye didn’t sit with his carefree “escape into the wilderness” story. Something didn’t add up.

  He wanted to know what was wrong with the resort?

  She quizzed him. “Maybe you should tell me?”

  He blinked several times before his chin tucked in. “Why would I do that?”

  “Because I’m getting the feeling you don’t like Diamond Shores so much either.”

  His pupils dilated, swallowing the pale irises until his eyes appeared almost black. “I’m simply interested.”

  He crossed the room, sat her on the chair, but she stood straight back up.

  His ears were pink with irritation, and there was a weird, distant look in his eye. She wasn’t mistaken. There was far more to his questions than simple interest. Did he trust her enough to tell her what was wrong?

  Maybe if she gave him a chance to thaw out?

  She collected the bottle off the counter to make two strong coffees. But when she screwed the lid it wouldn’t budge. She clamped the bottle under one arm and twisted hard. Stuck fast.

  In the meantime, Gabriel had frowned over. “Are you staying on the island with friends?”

  She sighed. If only.

  She took a hesitant step nearer. He sounded so gruff. “Why do you want to know?”

  “Because I need to know what people are saying. What they’re thinking.”

  When he thumped his fist against the wall she jumped. Then he growled under his breath, something about, “…hiding out here…playing Huck Finn…should be back there, making changes…”

  With worry choking off her breath, she slowly brought the bottle close to her chest. “Gabriel…what are you talking about?”

  Letting out a defeated breath, he sank into the chair.

  “I bought this island a week ago,” he ground out. “It’s on the brink of bankruptcy, and I’m here to make sure everything and everyone who doesn’t perform is eliminated.” He lifted his chin. “Pronto.”

  The coffee bottle slipped from her hands, smashed, and shattered to pieces. As the crash ricocheted off the walls, Gabriel shot to his feet. The way Nina’s face had paled, the way her hands clutched at her throat, she might have thrown a javelin that had missed his heart by an inch.

  She stared blindly at the mess at her feet, then fixed her huge topaz-coloured eyes on his.

  “I broke the bottle,” she croaked out, and when her lashes blinked he thought he saw her eyes glisten.

  This wasn’t the reaction he’d expected. He hadn’t wanted three cheers, but owning Diamond Shores wasn’t chickenfeed. Or it wasn’t to him. His announcement was at least worth a sentence or two of recognition. Still, God knew how much Nina’s family was worth. Owning an island might well seem inconse-quential to many of the guests who stayed here.

  He ground his back teeth and ploughed a hand through his hair. It frustrated the hell out of him. Regardless of how far he’d come, there were still times when he felt like someone’s poor relation.

  Nina was concentrating on the mess on the floor, as if she couldn’t get her mind around how to clean it up.

  Rubbing the back of his neck, he moved forward. “Don’t worry about that.” There was more to worry about than an old broken bottle.

  But she didn’t seem to hear. Instead her hands covered her face. “Oh, God, what a mess.”

  He took her hands from her cheeks.

  “It’s okay,” he said more gently. “I’ll get someone in to clean it up.” But she wound out of his hold, stooped and began to pick up the pieces. He hunkered down and eased the glass from her hand. “You don’t need to do that.” When she collected another piece, he held her wrist. “Nina, I’ll get a maid in from the resort.”

  Biting her lip, she stood and spun away, her hands bracing the counter. “We should go. We should go now.”

  He tugged an earlobe and groaned.

  Okay. He had an idea what was wrong.

  Stepping closer, he cupped her shoulders. “Don’t be embarrassed. Yes, I own the island, but I’m glad you told me how unhappy you are with the resort.”

  When he’d arrived three days ago he’d introduced himself to key people but had insisted that his true identity be kept from the rest of the staff. He wanted to experience April’s wedding and the resort incognito. He’d also made it clear he needed to be informed of every suggestion for improvements and all complaints.

  After he’d jogged to the resort this morning, to bring back some wheels, he’d dropped in to his bungalow and had been greeted by an avalanche of messages. Various managers wanted his ear. One guest had complained he’d been injured—the result of an incompetent skiboat driver. A celebrity wedding had been cancelled; the bride had heard rumours regarding “off” seafood. The music at the nightclub wasn’t exciting enough. The childminders weren’t any fun.

  And so it went on.

  A meeting was scheduled for the day before he flew back to Sydney—Monday. He and the managers would crunch figures and implement a kick-butt game plan. But this morning he hadn’t wanted to face the hassle. Face the possibility that this time he might have gone beyond his limits. He’d only wanted to get back to Nina and re-ignite the fires which had raged within these walls last night.

  She affected him like a drug, and he wanted to enjoy that all-over high again and again. But he’d been an idiot, a coward, to buy into that distraction. His captivating lover also happened to be a guest at Diamond Shores—a guest w
ho’d admitted in the plainest of terms how dissatisfied she was with the facilities. Talk about a wake-up call.

  Every day, every minute counted towards getting this resort back on its feet.

  He moved to collect the parcel bag he’d brought in.

  Nina was right. They needed to go.

  “I put your clothes in to be laundered. I had one of the boutique managers—”

  “Whose name did you use?”

  To clean her clothes?

  He frowned. “Mine.”

  Surely she wasn’t concerned about a pair of cut-offs? Although second-hand-looking fashion could be sexy.

  He retrieved a wrap and a one-piece from the bag.

  So, too, was designer fashion.

  From the bottom of the bag he handed over a pair of sunglasses. Her eyes rounded and a puff of wind left her lungs; he might have handed her a priceless jewel.

  “I’ve seen these in the window. They’re Bulgari.” She pointed out the arms. “Those are real diamonds.”

  As if on autopilot, she slipped them on and moved to the window to check her reflection. He was feeling somewhat redeemed, thinking about how big a bonus to give that astute boutique manager, when Nina’s shoulders came down and she lowered the shades.

  She turned back with a sombre face. “I can’t accept these.”

  He gave her a sidelong look. “You don’t like them?”

  “I love them.”

  “Then don’t be modest.”

  Although he did admire that quality. Women he dated were often eager to hear about gifts—the more expensive the better. When they started talking diamond rings, he stopped calling. He’d had no time for that kind of commitment. He had less time now.

  “It’s not modesty.” She joined him and handed the glasses back. “Not really.”

  His laugh was edgy. “Nina, you’re confusing me.”

  She inhaled deeply, then her gaze lowered.

  Why was she acting like this—avoiding eye contact, drawing away from him? It wasn’t that she was overwhelmed by the fact he owned this place. The only other logical answer came to mind.

  “I’m not trying to fob you off,” he assured her. “These aren’t payment or a pay-off for last night. I wanted us to spend the day here together.”

  He’d wanted her in that bed again tonight. And their time together didn’t have to be over.

  Why couldn’t their connection continue back at the resort? He didn’t know how long she was staying, but surely he would be able to wangle at least some quality time with her before he left on Monday.

  His hands settled on her hips and he urged her close. “I have an idea. Move your things into my bungalow. You haven’t been happy with Diamond Shores, but I’ll do everything I can to fix that.” His forehead tipped against hers and he grinned. “Our own private beach. The staff will treat you like a princess. There’ll be hell to pay if they don’t—”

  “No.”

  When she pulled away, the muscles in his gut wrenched. It was all he could do not to drag her back. Was it so important where they were?

  Their kind of chemistry didn’t rely on location. Even if important business was calling him away, they could still come together in the evening. After last night—the way she’d given herself so completely—Nina couldn’t pretend she hadn’t come to this island seeking a little one-on-one companionship. A fling hadn’t figured on his agenda, but it had happened. No reason in the world that it couldn’t continue a few more days yet.

  But now she seemed determined to play hard to get.

  “I want to go back.” She lifted her eyes to meet his. “And I want to stay in my own room.”

  Her cool determination hit him in the chest. He bit down and did what he should have done sooner. He found her arm, brought her back, and held her firmly against him.

  His gaze roamed her face as he spoke unforgivably near to her lips. “What about last night?”

  He’d meant what he’d said. He’d never wanted to make love to anyone the way he’d wanted to make love to her. He hadn’t been disappointed. She hadn’t been either; he’d made sure of it. After her abandon, why the hard-to-get act now?

  He held his breath.

  Or had the act been last night?

  Had this time away in the bush been nothing more than an adventure for a bored heiress?

  She didn’t answer his question. Rather the sparkle he loved to see in her eyes seemed to fade and die.

  Gabriel’s heart began to pound. He’d spoken to this woman about trust. About faith. And now, just like that, she wanted out?

  She seemed about to say something more—something important. But then the resignation returned to her face and she put out her hand to accept the clothes. “I’ll get changed and we can go.”

  He thought about her in those cut-offs…in his arms…in her prima-donna life away from here. He thought about how easily she was prepared to walk away, and a cold ball settled in the cradle of his stomach.

  Setting his jaw, he handed over the clothes and, kicking himself for almost falling for a rich girl’s games, stepped aside and let her pass.

  Chapter Seven

  NINA moved behind the curtain and changed into the stunning aqua one-piece and matching wrap Gabriel had brought back from the resort.

  She ought to feel beautiful. Special. Instead she felt empty. She’d had such high hopes this morning about how this day would evolve, but in these last few minutes everything had soured.

  Gabriel had knocked her for six with his admission that he owned this island. Owned it. She hadn’t known Diamond Shores had changed hands since Alice had helped her get her job. In effect, Gabriel was her supreme boss; as well as the woman he wanted to sleep with, she was also one of the problems he needed to have removed. How on earth was she supposed to tell him that?

  A few moments later they were tearing along the beach, the bike’s engine roaring, the ocean waves crashing—and Gabriel’s broad, obstinate back in her face. She was torn between needing to wean herself off the magnificent feel of him and desperately wanting to hold on tighter.

  As they neared the tall blue side gates of the resort Gabriel changed down gears. When he skidded the bike to a stop, he averted his gaze while she alighted. Her feet on solid ground, she straightened the colourful wrap around her legs, and that empty feeling turned to flat-line hopelessness.

  Gabriel Steele’s mission here was to wipe out any rot. Given the many eyes and ears around Diamond Shores, her position wouldn’t be a secret for long. Soon enough he’d hear about Nina Petrelle—her substandard performance, how the other staff disapproved of her breezy ticket in.

  She didn’t need to purge herself to him now. Tell him how she’d got to this place in her life. How she’d felt so displaced until he’d brought her back to life last night. He’d find out what he needed to know soon enough. Then it would only be a matter of time before she received her marching orders.

  “Can you walk?” He dismounted the bike but kept his sunglasses in place. “I’ll organise a motorised buggy if you’re not sure of your ankle.”

  A sea breeze peeled through his dark hair, making it dance above the widow’s peak, but his expression—or what she could see of it—remained unmoved. She hated his stiffness, that formal air. A few hours ago they’d talked and laughed and made the sweetest, and at other times wildest love. Now she had trouble imagining how the firm line of that mouth had pressed such tender affection upon her. The most beautiful time of her life was over.

  “I’m fine to walk,” she told him, determined to hold onto what remained of her dignity. “Thank you.”

  The mirrors of his glasses flashed in the sunlight as his head dipped a margin. “Can I make an appointment for our doctor to check out your leg and that bump on your head?”

  “You’ve done enough.”

  Bittersweet longing ribboned around her heart. Yes, he’d done more than enough. He’d saved her life. She was standing here only because of this man’s action and focus. Th
at debt could never be repaid. If she felt gutted now, if she wished things could be different—that time could somehow rewind—she needed to remember she’d been given a second chance and go from there.

  She headed off towards her quarters. Her vision had blurred and her heart was steadily sinking when that rich, deep voice came from behind her.

  “Nina. Wait.”

  Her breath caught. After dashing a tear away, she spun back round. Sunglasses removed, he stood before her in those sexy jeans, his legs braced apart.

  “I want you to have dinner with me tonight,” he stated.

  The unexpected thrill of having him follow her flashed brighter before it fizzled out. Dinner with Gabriel sounded like heaven, but any liaison was out of the question. When he found out who and what she was, he’d understand why.

  “Gabriel, please—”

  “I’m not taking no for an answer.” He took both her hands in his, and the smile that made her melt sparkled up in his eyes. “You know it won’t do any good to argue.” When she squared her shoulders and stood her shaky ground, he shrugged. “I could always sweep you up and carry you off. It’s worked before.”

  A laugh almost escaped.

  From churlish to charming—and Gabriel’s charming was so very hard to resist. But she had no choice. Now they were back at the resort, and their positions had changed so dramatically they couldn’t go back to “last night.”

  She was working up another refusal when she spotted a woman in staff uniform gaping over at her: Tori Scribbins—Nina’s roommate, and one of her few friends here. Tori’s hand went theatrically to her heart and she pretended to faint. Nina’s smile broke, and Gabriel’s face slanted into her line of vision. With a precision movement he angled her, and next Nina knew she was shrieking with surprise, back in the cradle of those indomitable arms.

  Her first instinct was to slap his shoulder, insist he let her down, but more powerful was the knowledge that he wasn’t giving up on her. He never seemed to give up.

  Maybe, just maybe…

  Was it too stupid to hope again?

  But she’d need to explain what was so difficult to put into words—how she’d come to be on this island, why she’d felt so lost—and she couldn’t do that here. They needed privacy. She had a shift in the kitchen that ended at nine tonight. If she went to his bungalow after that…