you insist.’
‘I insist.’ Her hands fell from her hips as an exasperated sigh escaped her lips. ‘Look, I appreciate you must have had a shock, finding someone in your new house, especially not knowing who I was. After all, you didn’t know it was me, did you?’
‘No,’ he replied, his mind once again going back to the sight of her in that shower. His body began recalling that sight, too.
Russell cleared his throat and did up his suit jacket. ‘I thought you were a squatter,’ he admitted.
‘And once you found out I wasn’t?’
‘What do you mean?’
‘You still weren’t happy. When I came downstairs you glared at me like I was some kind of vermin.’
That’s because I wanted you, naked again, and under me. For hours on end.
I still do.
The discomfort of his ongoing arousal made Russell brutally aware that to stay in her provocative company any longer than necessary was masochistic in the extreme. He had to get out of here, and soon.
‘Now you really are imagining things,’ he said. ‘But you’re right,’ he added with one of those warm, winning smiles he reserved for his female clients. ‘I am being rather ridiculous about this. So please…take your time packing your things, and stay another night, if you need to. You can drop the keys in at the Bondi branch of McClain Real Estate any time tomorrow.’
She seemed stunned by his sudden turnaround.
Russell took her speechless moment as his cue to depart.
‘Goodbye, Ms Power,’ he said with a small nod of his head. ‘It’s been a pleasure meeting you.’
CHAPTER FIVE
‘I STILL don’t know what it was that I said or did which changed his mind,’ Nicole told Kara as they carried yet another load of clothes down to Kara’s car.
It was eleven o’clock the next morning, Nicole having taken up Russell McClain’s offer to stay another night.
‘He went from being hostile to helpful in one second flat,’ she went on. ‘And then he called meeting me a pleasure! I tell you, I’ve never been so bamboozled in all my life.’
Kara gave her a knowing look. ‘You fancied him, didn’t you?’
‘You have to be joking! He was the rudest man I’ve ever met.’
‘Yep,’ Kara said, totally unruffled by her best friend’s denial. ‘You fancied him.’
Nicole sighed. ‘I shouldn’t have.’ But Kara was right. Underneath the natural antagonism she felt at the way he’d treated her, she had fancied him.
Maybe she had a secret yen for the dark and dangerous type. Or for men with cold eyes and a personality to match.
But now Nicole realised that she hadn’t been fooled by his switch from chilly to charming, just confused.
‘Was he very good-looking?’ Kara asked as they trudged upstairs again for the umpteenth time.
‘You wouldn’t have thought so,’ she told her petite and slightly plump friend, who always went for the pretty-boy type. ‘Too tall and too macho for you.’
‘What did you say his name was?’
‘Russell McClain. Of McClain Real Estate fame.’
‘Never heard of him. But you know me—I have absolutely no interest in business.’
An understatement. Kara’s family were old money and high society. Kara didn’t have to work, so she didn’t. Nicole could now see that her best friend’s charity-luncheon, party-going lifestyle was extremely shallow, as hers had once been. But she still loved Kara, who had a kind heart and would never deliberately hurt anyone.
Unlike other people with money…
‘This McClain guy has obviously done very well for himself,’ Kara said. ‘You did say he paid twenty million for this place, didn’t you?’
‘That’s right.’
‘You should have been nicer to him.’
‘I was nice to him,’ Nicole protested. ‘Till he made it perfectly clear that he didn’t like me for whatever weird and wonderful reason. Oh, what am I doing, taking all these clothes with me?’ she said once they reached the walk-in wardrobe again. ‘I know I said I wasn’t going to leave a single thing behind for that man to throw away, but this is insane. It’s not as though I would wear most of them any more. Especially these,’ she said as she scooped up an armful of evening gowns.
‘I can’t understand why not,’ Kara said, taking the last few dresses down from the racks. ‘They’re all utterly gorgeous. I think you’ve gone a bit far with this new social conscience of yours, Nickie darling. You don’t have to dress like a tramp to do good in this world. And you don’t have to sell all your lovely jewellery, which arrived first thing this morning, by the way. You must know you won’t get even half what it’s worth. What you need,’ she went on as the girls made their way downstairs again, ‘is a seriously rich husband who’ll give you an unlimited credit card, then leave you alone to do whatever you like with his money.’
‘While he does whatever he likes,’ Nicole pointed out archly. ‘The last man on earth I would ever marry is a seriously rich man.’
‘Megan is.’
Nicole stopped just inside the front door to throw her friend a puzzled glance. ‘Megan who?’
‘Megan Donnelly. Surely you remember her. She was in the class below ours at school.’
Kara and Nicole had attended a private girls’ boarding-school which only the very well-heeled could afford.
‘I can’t put a face to the name,’ Nicole said, frowning.
‘She was a pretty brunette with big brown eyes. But terribly shy.’
‘Oh, yes, I remember her now. She was a good artist, wasn’t she? Used to do all the school posters.’
‘That’s the one.’
‘Who’s she marrying?’
‘James Logan.’
Nicole’s eyebrows arched in surprise. James Logan was the high-profile owner of Images, Sydney’s biggest advertising and management agency. She’d met him socially a few times, and, whilst he was extremely good-looking with a highly polished persona, there was something about him which she didn’t like.
‘He’s been married before, hasn’t he?’ she said on their way down to the front steps. ‘To that model, Jackie something-or-other. Golly, I’m bad with names.’
‘Jackie Foster. Yes, they were divorced a couple of years back. He must have given her a huge settlement because she doesn’t work as a model any more. Rumour has it she bought a house in Acapulco and is living there with her new partner. Women like her are never alone for long,’ Kara finished up with a flash of uncharacteristic cynicism.
‘Or men like him,’ Nicole replied just as drily.
‘True.’
‘I wonder what he sees in Megan,’ Nicole said as she laid the evening gowns on top of the huge pile on the back seat.
‘Who knows?’ Kara replied with an airy shrug. ‘But he isn’t called the makeover man for nothing. I imagine it will be a very different Megan who swans down the aisle on Saturday afternoon. I can’t wait to see what she looks like. That’s everything, isn’t it?’ she said, and slammed the hatchback door shut.
‘I should hope so. How come you got an invitation to Megan’s wedding, by the way?’ Nicole asked. ‘I