Amy Andrews – Behind The Boardroom Door: Savas' Defiant Mistress / Much More Than a Mistress / Innocent 'til Proven Otherwise (страница 13)
What he said next she didn’t know because he stepped out onto the deck. Not that she wanted to eavesdrop. She had no desire at all to hear Sebastian murmur sweet nothings to his girlfriend. She couldn’t quite imagine that.
But she didn’t have any trouble imagining, however, the sort of cool svelte ice goddess who would appeal to him. Tall and blond and minimally curvy. Expressionless. But she might have one of those slow smiles that never quite met her eyes.
Would they, between the two of them, generate enough heat to melt the ice?
But even as she had the thought, she realized that it seemed at odds with the flicker of emotions—gentleness and calm followed by impatience and what looked like eye-rolling irritation.
And then he spoke loudly enough that Neely had no trouble hearing him at all. “Don’t cry, for God’s sake,” he said, exasperated. “I hate it when you cry.”
He’d made his girlfriend cry?
Whatever she said in response, of course, Neely didn’t know. But whatever it was, Sebastian grimaced, sighed mightily, punched the “end” button and tossed the phone onto the hammock on the deck. Then he jammed his hands in the pockets of his jeans and glowered at it.
At least, for once, he wasn’t glowering at her.
“That’s not very nice,” Neely said loud enough for him to hear.
He turned to look at her. “What’s not?”
“Making her cry. Then hanging up on her.”
“She’ll call back.” He came back inside, leaving the phone on the deck.
Neely frowned. What sort of submissive wimp was this girlfriend that he could treat her so badly and she’d call him again.
“How do you know?” she demanded. “I wouldn’t.”
“Well, you’re not my sister.”
Sister? He had a
It was hard to imagine Sebastian Savas having any family at all. She’d always imagined he’d been found under an ice floe somewhere.
“I wouldn’t call you back if I were your sister,” she told him.
“Yeah, well, you probably aren’t expecting me to pay for your wedding.”
Now that did shock her. He not only had a sister, but he was supporting her?
The phone rang again. He gave Neely an arch look. “See?”
“It might not be her.”
A corner of his mouth twisted. “Want to bet?”
“No. Well, aren’t you going to answer it?” she demanded when he made no move to go get it.
He sighed. “Might as well. She’ll keep calling until I do.”
He went out again and picked up the phone. Neely stayed inside, trying to pretend disinterest.
But she wasn’t entirely disinterested.
It was hard to be disinterested in a man who filled out a pair of jeans that well.
Shallow, yes. But there it was.
And it wasn’t only that. There was something about this Sebastian Savas that intrigued her. Maybe it was knowing he had a family. Maybe it was watching him deal with this sister. It wasn’t a short conversation they were having. And Sebastian wasn’t as perfunctory and dismissive as he was at work.
The Sebastian from work wouldn’t have cared if the whole design team had burst into tears.
Intriguing, yes. Not that she was actually
He was still annoying. He owned her houseboat. He thought she’d paint it pink.
She narrowed her gaze at him. He ended the call and tossed the phone down again, then stood there a moment, staring in her direction. But somehow Neely didn’t think he was even seeing her.
What he was seeing, she didn’t know.
And then her own cell phone rang.
“Hey, what’re you doing?” Max asked.
She smiled. “Trying to convince Sebastian Savas to sell me Frank’s houseboat.”
“What?” He sounded as shocked as she had been last night when Sebastian had walked in the door.
“Long story,” Neely said. She saw Seb turn to come back into the living room. “I’ll tell you later.”
“Tell me at dinner,” Max said.
Ordinarily she would have begged off. She had gone sailing with Max yesterday. They were going out again tomorrow. Of course she was glad he was getting a life after years of having his nose to the grindstone. But his entire life shouldn’t revolve around her.
“I’ve heard of a great sushi bar,” Max tempted her just as Sebastian walked through the door and gave her a narrow suspicious look.
On the other hand, why not?
“I’d love to, Max,” she said delightedly.
Sebastian’s jaw tightened.
“See you at seven,” she trilled and hung up. “Max and I are going out for dinner,” she told him, just in case he hadn’t heard.
“Lucky you.” His voice was flat.
“Yes, indeed,” Neely said brightly. “We’ve had so much fun getting to know each other.”
“I’ll bet.” A muscle ticked at his temple.
“He’s found a new sushi bar he says we have to try. I have a bit of work to do, but I couldn’t say no. He made me an offer I couldn’t refuse.” Was she laying it on too thick?
Sebastian’s expression was stony. “Did he.” It wasn’t a question.
“Mmm.” Neely gave him one more cheerful smile. “I think I’ll take Harm for a run, then come back and get ready.” She grabbed Harm’s leash and started toward the door. “Bye-ee.”
“Robson?” Seb’s voice, hard and flat turned her right around again.
“Yes?”
“You want to buy the houseboat?”
Her heart quickened. “Yes. Of course. You know I do.”
Sebastian’s hard mouth twisted. “Make me an offer I can’t refuse.”
MAKE him an offer?
Like what?
Like what he supposed she was offering Max?
She wanted to strangle him. Or punch him. Or do whatever was necessary to wipe that knowing look off his handsome face.
Instead she went out with Max and grilled him about the man who owned her houseboat.