Daddy’s Girls. Tasmina Perry

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Название Daddy’s Girls
Автор произведения Tasmina Perry
Жанр Эротика, Секс
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Издательство Эротика, Секс
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isbn 9780007370764



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Fletch and Courtney Katz reapplying their heavy make-up.

      ‘I don’t see how she can make a living as a model,’ said Harriet cattily, rubbing a smudge of colour into her lips. ‘Rather big, isn’t she? Must be one hundred twenty pounds at least. She certainly shouldn’t be wearing that white pant suit.’

      ‘Seemed a little dull, too,’ said Serena’s dinner companion. ‘Lovely skin, though.’

      Serena felt the hairs on the back of her neck prickle. Big? Dull? She had never been called big or dull in her life.

      ‘I mean what is she, other than Tom Archer’s ex?’ asked Harriet, her hard voice muffled by the door.

      ‘An actress, I think. Can’t tell you anything she’s been in, though,’ said Courtney pointedly.

      Serena’s jaw tightened with anger as she heard the two women dismiss her clothes, her career, her family. Only one second ago she’d been saying how fabulous Venetia’s house was: now Harriet Fletch was dismissing it as ‘stuffy’. Quivering with rage, she had to put a finger on the rim of her coffee cup to stop it rattling.

      ‘Thing about these upper-class Brits is that they still think they’re something special,’ continued Harriet. ‘The Empire is over, honey – it’s the twenty-first century! And most of those so-called grand families have so little money these days. I mean, that woman who writes Harry Potter. I hear she earns more than the queen these days.’

      ‘I don’t know what you were so worried about,’ laughed Courtney, snapping her compact shut. ‘I pumped as much information out of her at dinner as I could. She’s going back to England tomorrow. She’s only here to do some publicity.’

      ‘Is that so?’ said Harriet, the glee purring out from between her thin coral lips. ‘Well, I think I’ll give Michael a ring on Monday. Maybe invite him over for a more private supper.’

      Hearing the women move from the dresser, Serena darted into another room, waiting until she could hear the sound of their heels clacking on the parquet of the ground floor. She took a deep breath to compose herself. How dare those hideous women talk about her like that? Who exactly did they think they were? If they could trace their lineage back fifty years to some jumped-up soup millionaire, they thought they were social royalty. They were anachronisms, vultures; women who could trap a man into marriage and then pick his carcass clean before moving on to the next poor sap. After a few more moments burning with righteous anger, Serena composed herself and slipped back down the stairs to rejoin the party, studiously ignoring Harriet Fletch who was scolding a waiter for putting a hot coffee-pot directly onto the top of an antique writing desk.

      ‘There you are, darling,’ said Michael, appearing at her side and slipping a hand around her waist. ‘Are you enjoying yourself?’ he purred, brushing his warm lips across the top of her ear.

      ‘What a nice evening,’ she whispered, planting a lingering kiss on Michael’s cheek in direct eyeshot of Harriet.

      ‘Well, everyone loves you,’ he drawled, leading her through French windows onto a terrace that had a view of Central Park. Michael pulled Serena to him and cupped her face in his hands.

      ‘How much are you enjoying it?’ he whispered, kissing the top of the nose. ‘A lot or enough?’

      ‘Enough? What do you mean?’ asked Serena.

      Michael paused, a dangerous smile on his lips.

      ‘Enough to move here? To spend more time with me?’

      Serena thought back to her conversation with Stephen Feldman and a flash of excitement lurched in her stomach.

      ‘Oh, I think I’ll take Manhattan,’ she laughed, gently gripping his fingertips between hers.

      ‘Well then, move in with me,’ said Michael softly. ‘I know it’s soon for you, but I just want to see you all the time. I don’t want to have to grab a dinner or a night with you when I’m rushing around on business. I want you to be here.’

      She turned away from him, stalling for a moment to think. She desperately wanted to live in New York, but surely it was too early to jump into anything?

      Her eyes moved from the skyline of New York back inside the house, where the drawing room glowed amber in the dark. Standing at the French windows was the silhouette of Harriet Fletch staring out onto the terrace, her hand on her hip, watching them intently.

      Serena smiled over at her triumphantly before moving her head towards Michael to nuzzle his ear.

      ‘Move in with you?’ she whispered playfully, still looking at Harriet over his shoulder with unflinching eyes. ‘It would give me the greatest pleasure.’

       14

      ‘The problem you face is this,’ said David Goldman, sticking his fork into his medium-rare steak and trying to make himself heard over the Coq D’Argent lunchtime crowd. ‘You’re trying to raise money for magazine publishing, one of the highest-risk businesses of all, and investors are frightened of it.’ Goldman paused to chew his beef and looked at Cate and Nick sitting nervously across the table from him. ‘And they’re frightened for a good reason. Did you know that out of four hundred and fifty-three new consumer magazine launches last year, three hundred and seventy of them have already folded? Not good odds, is it?’

      Cate took a sip of her wine and sized up her lunch guest. A slick, mid-thirties corporate broker with a Meribel tan and an immaculately tailored Gieves & Hawkes suit, David Goldman oozed confidence. It was just a shame none of that confidence seemed directed at their magazine project.

      ‘All that may be true,’ said Cate, glancing to Nick for support, ‘but the magazines that do succeed can make a lot of money. We have a great product, years of experience, a strong management team –’

      David wiped his lips with a linen napkin, the corners of his mouth turning into a smile. ‘Cate, you don’t have to convince me about how good your proposition is. Your track record speaks for itself. As for young Nick here –’ he hit his friend on the arm playfully with his napkin –‘I’ve known him since our first day at university together, so I know that, even though he can act like a buffoon, he can also make anything work if he puts his mind to it.’

      Nick Douglas managed a weak smile. Trapped in his badly fitting suit, drinking wine he knew he could not afford should David not offer to pick up the bill, Nick had felt uncomfortable since lunch had begun and his friend’s harsh assessment of the business’s prospects hadn’t helped. ‘Thanks for the vote of confidence,’ he mumbled, poking dispiritedly at his moules-frites, ‘But seriously, do you think we can raise enough cash to do this thing or are we wasting our time? We have to launch in June or we’ll miss all the summer trade – not great for a travel and style mag. The only other option is to leave it for another nine months, by which point I’ll be jobless and bankrupt.’

      David Goldman let his eyes wander across the restaurant to a curvy blonde in a tight short skirt wiggling across the room. ‘Well, the other problem you face, of course,’ he said, turning reluctantly back to look at Nick, ‘is the amount of money you want to raise. How much is it again?’ he asked, flipping through the pristine business plan that Nick had placed in front of him. He nodded and pursed his lips. ‘One point five million quid?’ There was something about the way he said it that made it seem an insignificant amount of money.

      ‘What’s wrong with that?’ asked Nick anxiously. ‘Too much? Not enough?’

      David put his glass of wine down on the business plan cover sheet, leaving a claret-coloured mark. ‘Difficult amount, that’s all. A bit too much money for most individual investors, a bit too small for the venture capital companies. They usually deal in investments well over five mil. Even then, they don’t like start-up companies.’

      Nick and Cate looked deflated. Since their first meeting