Diamonds Are For Lovers: Satin & a Scandalous Affair. Yvonne Lindsay

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Название Diamonds Are For Lovers: Satin & a Scandalous Affair
Автор произведения Yvonne Lindsay
Жанр Современные любовные романы
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      He perched on the edge of the desk. “The conditions are these—you stay here in the house for the duration of the work. You work on it day and night if possible. You tell no one about this stone.”

      She sucked in a breath. “I have a life, you know.”

      “No, you don’t.” He shook his head decisively. “Not for the next few weeks.”

      “And my shop?”

      Quinn had initiated a decent conversation with the young hippie called Steve in her little shop this morning. “Your assistant needs more hours. His partner is pregnant. They’re struggling financially.”

      Dani frowned. “You found all that out in a couple of minutes?”

      “I did not draw your name out of a hat, Ms. Hammond,” he said sharply. While he couldn’t blame her for being surprised, his reputation alone should have swayed her. Put that together with one of the most incredible stones the world had ever seen and it was unfathomable that he was still trying to persuade her.

      “What sort of setting?”

      Quinn shrugged. “You’re the designer.”

      “I mean,” she sighed, “pendant? Brooch? What type of piece? I didn’t see any cutting gear.”

      He drew himself up to full height. “You will not touch this stone with anything but your fingers, do you hear?”

      Danielle Hammond rolled her eyes at him. “Of course not, but I may use other gems.” She eyed him speculatively. “You are supplying findings? Platinum, diamonds, the whole deal?”

      “As long as you keep the stone whole, you have carte blanche to design whatever you like. I will need to approve a model and a list of your requirements.”

      “This could take weeks….”

      “You have three, less is preferable. The accommodation is acceptable?”

      She nodded.

      “I will feed you. Everything you need for the job is there. All you need to do is tap into your talent and work.”

      “Who’s it for?”

      Quinn opened his mouth, staring at her face. “A friend,” he said shortly. “A special friend.”

      Dani nodded, and he could almost hear her mind ticking over. That was his brief; she was not to know who commissioned the piece. No harm letting her think there was a special lady friend. “Do we have a deal?”

      She exhaled noisily and stared down at the diamond as if for reassurance.

      Just to play with her longing, he closed the lid—slowly.

      “I want half the money up front,” she said, “and throw in Steve’s wages.”

      He scowled. “How very Blackstone of you.” Her family connections were his main objection to the deal. Quinn had no time for anyone bearing the Blackstone stamp and was sorely tempted to delegate this job to one of his staff. But it was a sensitive matter, one which he’d reluctantly agreed to handle personally.

      He picked the box up off the desk, noting with pleasure the regret and loss in her eyes as she watched him put it away.

      “This is going to be a barrel of laughs,” Dani muttered from behind his back.

      “The sooner you get on with it, the quicker we can go our separate ways.” He banged the safe door closed. “I’ll take you home to pack and make arrangements.”

      When he turned back to her, she was rubbing the side of her long pale neck, eyes closed, her head rolled back. Quinn teetered on the edge of a rogue wave of desire so intense that it stopped him dead in his tracks. Behind her, not two feet away, his king-size bed sprawled, inspiring all sorts of suggestive images.

      Her eyes snapped open, finding his gaze immediately. “No need. My place is only a minute or two from here.”

      He gestured to the door. “I’ll drive you,” he said firmly, intent on getting her out of his bedroom.

      Quinn prowled her living room while she packed and made arrangements to cover her absence from her shop. He was fond of his comforts, and the climate up here in Northern Queensland was not to his liking. Luckily, unlike Dani’s tiny apartment in a dated resort complex, the beach house was equipped with an excellent air-conditioning system. He wiped the back of his neck while she scurried about packing with the phone plastered to her ear. The prospect of baby-sitting a spoiled girl with an artistic temperament and inflated opinion of her own talent, whilst sweltering in the suffocating humidity, was not a good one.

      His internal temperature soared even higher when later that afternoon, after settling in at his rental, his house guest took a swim. Quinn’s office window offered an unobstructed view of the pool. His work forgotten, he stood at the window, watching the long-legged, flame-haired beauty. She wore long shorts and an oversize T-shirt; perfectly respectable attire—until it got wet. Quinn turned the air-conditioning dial down a couple of notches and undid the top two buttons of his shirt.

      For the first time in many years, he wanted, with a savage unrelenting intensity. He was certainly not celibate, but preferred older, cultured and financially independent women. Women with similar interests and social mores as he. Danielle Hammond looked to be mid-to-late twenties and certainly had the wealth of the Blackstones behind her, but they were light-years apart.

      It was totally undignified to stand at a window, salivating over the sights of wet fabric clinging lovingly to a fine pair of breasts, and of water streaming down well-toned, lightly tanned legs. He was much too discriminating to crave the slide of her wet, spiralling curls on his burning skin. Wasn’t he?

      He returned to his desk, pushing aside the unwelcome intrusion. This wasn’t supposed to be a holiday, he chided himself. The next Famous Paintings auction was only days away. It was frustrating to be stuck here for such an important date on his professional calendar, but at least he had a contact to inspect a very special lot number for one of his most important clients.

      Clearing his head one final time, he refocussed his attention where it belonged. On his work. He remained at his desk until Danielle interrupted him, after the dinner hour. Apparently she was ready to work and wanted the diamond to be brought to the workroom.

      Quinn set it up on the workbench and watched her circle the desk, her small digital camera clicking and whirring as she took snapshot after snapshot.

      He was totally absorbed by her concentration, not to mention her lithe form bending and stretching, and the interesting strain of fabric across her rump and thighs as she crouched and circled. So when she suddenly straightened and looked at him, he was a few seconds behind the eight ball.

      Her finely arched brows seemed to mock him. “What’s she like?”

      “I beg your pardon?”

      “Your lady friend. The one you’re giving the diamond to.”

      “Like?”

      She looked at the ceiling briefly. “Her height and build. I don’t want to design something dainty for a big strapping girl. Or vice versa.”

      Quinn hesitated. It wasn’t an unreasonable request.

      Tonight she wore flowing baggy summer pants of an indeterminate colour that fell between pewter and light brown. A purple lacy top accentuated her shape, which was, he conceded, a work of art. A strip of matching fabric tied bandanna-style kept her forehead free of springy curls, and lime-green beads circled her throat. “Five nine, five ten.” He shrugged. “Slender but strong-looking.”

      Dani held the camera up, checking the images. Quinn noted with surprise that her nails were short and some of them jagged, as if she chewed them.

      “Pale or tan?” she asked distractedly.

      “Lightly tanned,” he told her. “Freckles.”

      Click,