A Secret Worth Keeping?: Living the Charade / Her Shameful Secret / Island of Secrets. Robyn Donald

of this back at the office it would jeopardise her promotion. It was hard enough being taken seriously at this level, despite the pains she took to always to appear confident and professional.

      Dexter tapped his pen on TJ’s antique desk. ‘It won’t last, you know. You and Tino.’

      ‘Whether it does or not is none of your concern,’ Miller fumed, barely keeping a lid on her anger. ‘And while we may have known each other at university, that does not give you the right to comment on my personal life. I’m here to do a job. That’s all you need to think about.’

      Dexter looked disgusted. ‘Then do your job and remember that this isn’t a school camp. And another thing.’ He put his hand on her arm as she turned to leave. ‘If we lose this campaign because of your lover, it will be your reputation that suffers, not mine.’

      Glaring at him, Miller shook her head. ‘You know, Dexter, earlier this week I could have sworn we were working on the same team. My mistake,’ she finished coolly.

      She heard something skitter across TJ’s desk as she let herself out of the study—presumably the pen he’d been madly tapping the whole time.

      ‘Miller! Dammit, we have to talk!’

      Miller didn’t stop. She had no idea what had gotten into Dexter, but she needed time and space to work out what to do next.

      * * *

      Tino was sitting on the bed when the door opened. Miller stood in the doorway like Medusa on a mission. He was on the phone to his sister Katrina, who was doing her best not to talk about Sunday’s race and thereby placing it front and centre in both their minds.

      Miller stepped into the room, her eyes sparking fire and brimstone in his direction.

      Man, she was something else when she was riled—passionately alive—just like on the beach earlier. Not that he was thinking about that. He’d been honest when he’d told her it wasn’t part of his plan, but watching her come apart underneath him had been possibly the most sensually arousing experience of his life, and as such it was damned hard to put out of his mind.

      ‘Kat, sweetheart, I’ll ring you back.’ Glad of the excuse to end the conversation early, he dumped his mobile on the quilt cover beside him, reminding himself that he was supposed to be keeping his distance from Miller. ‘Bad day at the office, Sunshine?’

      She stalked across the room and dumped her computer bag and satchel on the small desk against the wall. Then she turned on him, hands on hips, her large aquamarine eyes shooting sparks.

      Tino lounged back against the bank of pillows behind him. ‘Are you going to tell me what’s eating at you? Or is this one of those times when a woman tries to make a man’s life truly miserable by making him play Twenty Questions?’

      Her gaze narrowed. ‘You’ve got that wrong. Women do not make men’s lives miserable. People do that to each other.’

      He stared at her and could see she was mentally wishing her words back. He wondered who had hurt her. It was obvious she didn’t like talking about herself. Something they both shared, and that protective instinct she seemed to engender in him tightened his gut.

      She drew in a breath as if preparing to go into battle, but her words were resigned when she spoke. ‘It would have been nice if you’d told me that TJ was trying to recruit you to represent his Real Sport stores.’

      ‘Ah.’ That was where he knew TJ Lyons. TJ’s people had been hassling his publicist to get him to become Real Sport’s public representative for about six months now.

      ‘First—’ Miller’s voice brought his eyes back to her ‘—you don’t tell me that you’re the legendary lothario Valentino Ventura and nearly make a fool of me. Now you neglect to tell me that my client wants your face and body for his online sports brand and succeed in making a fool of me.’

      ‘Miller—’

      ‘Don’t Miller me.’ She stalked towards him and stopped at the foot of the bed. ‘You’ve been having fun with me right from the start of this silly charade and I’ve had enough. I am not here as your resident plaything and nor am I here to alleviate your boredom.’

      Irritation blossomed inside him. ‘I never said you were. And might I remind you that this is your silly charade and I’m actually trying to help you.’

      ‘Some help when TJ all but told me the only way we would win his business is if you “quit stalling” and give him what he wants.’

      Tino rubbed his jaw. ‘Sneaky bastard.’

      His response seemed to knock the wind from her sails because her shoulders slumped a little and her hands dropped from her hips.

      ‘Quite.’

      ‘I’m sorry, Miller. I didn’t deliberately withhold that information from you. I get over a hundred requests of a similar nature every week and my publicist handles that side of my business. Yesterday, when I met TJ, I was aware that I knew him from somewhere but assumed it was a race meet since he was such a fan.’

      She swore lightly and retreated to sit on the velour window seat, and Tino found himself fascinated by the play of light on her thick, glossy hair.

      ‘What did you say to him?’ he prompted when she remained silent.

      She scowled and he noticed that her face was slightly paler than usual. ‘Nothing yet. It was his parting volley.’

      ‘A strategic tactic.’

      She looked surprised that he would know such a thing, and he didn’t like the fact that she still thought he had the IQ of an insect. ‘You can stop looking at me as if you’re surprised I can string a sentence together.’

      ‘I don’t think that.’ She paused at his disbelieving look and had the grace to blush. ‘Any more.’

      He grinned at her honesty.

      ‘Anyway.’ She sighed. ‘I’m not going to give him the satisfaction of acknowledging it.’

      ‘Why not?’

      ‘Because his weapon of choice is to ask his current consultants to re-pitch for the job, but if they had any good ideas they would have already given them to him.’

      ‘They might have something new up their sleeve.’

      ‘Nothing as good as mine.’

      Tino chuckled. He enjoyed her superior confidence and kick-ass attitude. It reminded him of himself when a rookie tried to come up against him on the circuit.

      He noticed her eyes were focused on his mouth, and when she raised them to his a spark of red-hot awareness flashed between them.

      Clearly not wanting to acknowledge it any more than he did, she turned to face the window.

      Silence filled the room so loudly he could hear the gentle ticking of the marble clock on the desk two feet away.

      ‘Dexter saw us on the beach this morning.’

      Her voice was soft, but he heard the disappointment edging her words.

      Tino rolled his stiff neck on his shoulders and swore under his breath. That man was dogging his every step and he was getting beyond irritated with him.

      ‘Are you telling me or the seagulls?’ he asked pleasantly.

      Miller swivelled her head around, a frown marring her alabaster forehead. ‘I’m not in the mood for your ill-timed humour, Valentino.’

      ‘What about my well-timed humour?’

      She shook her head but a smile snuck across her face. ‘How is it you can make me smile even when this is deadly serious?’

      ‘Deadly?’

      She sighed. ‘Maybe I’m exaggerating slightly.’

      Tino sat forward and regarded her