Miranda Lee – Seduction: The Billionaire's Bride of Vengeance (страница 10)
‘In these shoes?’
‘Shoes never stopped you in the past. And if a certain someone asks you to dance then you must promise me you won’t say no.’
‘You can be terribly bossy, do you know that?’
‘Promise?’ Kara insisted.
Nicole didn’t have to promise any such thing. Because if Russell McClain asked her to dance, she knew she would not be able to say no. All she could hope was that he wouldn’t ask her.
Because there was something about the man which she didn’t trust—and she’d had enough of untrustworthy men.
‘OK,’ she said. ‘I promise.’
CHAPTER SEVEN
RUSSELL’S frustrated gaze was scanning the guest tables in search of feminine prey when his eyes landed on the very female who’d put him in this appalling state in the first place.
His heart lurched at the sight of her. So did something else.
Blast! What on earth was Nicole Power doing at James’s wedding?
His gaze shifted to the rest of the people at her table, but he didn’t recognise any of them. There again, he didn’t recognise most of the guests. Despite his wealth, he wasn’t a social animal. Not like James, or Hugh; they enjoyed entertaining and being entertained. Russell had had had other priorities up till now.
His need for revenge had consumed him.
Now something else was consuming him.
The more he stared at her, sitting there looking absolutely delicious in the sexiest green dress, the more he wanted her.
Had she seen him yet? he wondered.
She must have. He was in the main wedding party. Strange that he hadn’t spotted her before this. Perhaps she was deliberately avoiding him? He could well understand why: he’d been pretty obnoxious the other day.
Hugh suddenly leant over from the chair next to him.
‘I see you’re eyeing that hot-looking blonde over there,’ he said. ‘Presumably, you haven’t recognised her. That’s Nicole Power, your enemy’s daughter.’
‘Yes, I know.’
‘You
‘Indeed I do.’
Hugh frowned. ‘Russ, you’re not going to take this revenge of yours too far, are you? I mean, she’s not to blame for what her father did.’
Up till this moment, Russell hadn’t thought of his attraction for Nicole Power as anything more than extremely annoying. The thought of using his unexpected and, up till now, unwanted passion as a weapon against his enemy had never occurred to him.
But, suddenly, the vengeful words he’d thrown at Alistair Power all those years ago took on an added meaning: he’d vowed to take everything his enemy held dear …
Clearly, Power held his daughter dear …
It
‘What do you know about her?’ Russell asked Hugh abruptly.
‘If you think I’m going to help you seduce that poor girl, then you have another think coming.’
‘She’s far from being poor, Hugh. I’ll warrant those are real diamonds and emeralds she’s wearing. And that dress has designer label written all over it. She might not be personally responsible for what her father did, but she’s never minded living off the proceeds.’
‘You don’t know that.’
‘Yeah, Hugh, I do. Now, tell me what you know about her.’
Hugh sighed. ‘She was briefly engaged to David Porter earlier this year.’
‘The stockbroker?’
‘Yep.’
‘What happened? Wasn’t he rich enough?’
Hugh shrugged, clearly not happy with giving him any information at all. ‘I have no idea. Porter’s not in my immediate social circle. But I’ve heard he’s a ladies’ man. Maybe she found out she wasn’t going to be his one and only.’
‘I doubt that.’ Russell could not conceive of any man being unfaithful to Nicole Power. If she were
‘When does the dancing begin?’ came his abrupt question.
‘Not for a while. First come the speeches, then the cutting of the cake, followed by the bridal waltz. After which, other people can join in.’
Russell’s smile was wry. ‘Sounds like you’ve been to a lot of weddings.’
‘My family and friends don’t seem to learn from experience. This is the second one for James as you will recall. Dear old Dad has had four more wives since my mother.’
‘Presumably I won’t ever have to go to yours, then.’
‘Not unless some alien takes possession of my body and forces me into it.’
‘What about this woman who won’t go to bed with you? You might be reduced to marrying her, just to get her in the sack.’
Hugh looked appalled. ‘Marry just for sex? You have to be joking. No man’s that desperate these days.’
Russell’s eyes went back to the object of his own desire.
He was a man and he wanted Nicole Power, quite desperately.
But Hugh was right. You didn’t marry a girl just for sex. But what about revenge? Did you marry a girl for that?
His conscience rebelled at the idea. But his dark side didn’t. It revelled in the thought of having his cake and eating it, too.
His eyes narrowed as they raked over the sheer perfection of her face, which was even more beautiful today. Of course, she was wearing make-up and her upswept hairdo had obviously been done by a professional. All in all, she was the epitome of feminine beauty: a fair-haired siren with a breathtaking allure which would tempt any man.
Russell was more than tempted.
His head whirled with wildly tantalising thoughts. How would it feel to possess her, body and soul? To have her look at him, not with irritation as she had the other day, but with passion? Maybe even love?
Would that satisfy his vengeful soul, having Nicole Power fall in love with him?
Russell suspected that it might.
Such thinking, however, was a fantasy at this moment. If he wanted to know how it felt, he’d have to make his fantasy come true.
Somehow.
His lips pursed as his mind began to plan.
She was obviously unattached at the moment, having been seated with women on either side of her at the table.
But being unattached was not enough.
He wasn’t as handsome as James, or Hugh. He was a country boy, a bit of a rough diamond, so neither did he possess his friends’ natural charm.
What he did have, however, was money. Lots of it.
As much as he believed Alistair Power was still supporting his daughter, he knew that girls like Nicole Power could never be too rich. It was also a point in Russell’s favour that he wanted her to the extent that he did.
Women, he’d found from experience, liked being wanted, even more than they liked being loved. They were often seduced by the flattery of being pursued, of being the object of uncontrollable desire.