Seducing The Enemy. Yvonne Lindsay

He’s always been a father figure to me, nothing more, nothing less.”

      “So that night I saw you coming from his rooms, half undressed—”

      “I’d been waiting to talk to him about Nicole. I fell asleep—on his sofa, in his sitting room. And then when I woke up and realized how late it was, I was in a hurry to get back to my room and hop in the shower so I could get ready for dinner. I can’t believe you’d have thought that of me.” She crossed her way to the office door and pointedly unlocked it. “I’m going to the ladies’ room to get rid of this, and then for the rest of the afternoon I’ll be in my office if you need me.”

      Judd felt momentarily giddy from the swell of relief that coursed through him. She wasn’t Charles’s lover. Her devotion to the old man was merely like that of a daughter. Hard on the heels of that thought, he realized just how much he’d hurt her with his assumption, and discovered that he was genuinely sorry to have upset her so deeply. He needed to make amends.

      “Anna?”

      She hesitated. “Yes?”

      “Look, I’m sorry. I jumped to the wrong conclusions. Let me make it up to you. Stay with me tonight and I’ll show you just how much.”

      She shook her head emphatically. “No, whatever you might think of me, I won’t disrespect Charles that way.”

      Without saying another word she swung open the door and stalked off. Judd watched her until she was out of his line of sight before crossing around to the other side of his desk and realigning his paperwork. She hadn’t exactly embraced his apology, but at least she hadn’t closed the door on them both completely, either. It was time to rethink his strategies with respect to his father and to Anna. One thing he remained certain of—he wanted Anna Garrick for himself—no matter the consequences.

      Anna spent the rest of the day at work in a state of total turmoil. Was she destined to be her mother’s daughter after all? Was this what it had been like for Donna with Charles? That all he had to do, when he wanted to, was beckon his finger and Donna had been his for the taking, just as Anna just had been with Judd? She’d told herself that their interludes during their trip had been a fluke, that once they got back to Auckland, it would be back to business as usual, but when he’d touched her in the office, she hadn’t been able to resist.

      Her body still thrummed with the aftereffects of her orgasm, making it difficult to concentrate. That, along with the disbelief and shock that she’d allowed herself to be coerced into making love with Judd in his office, and on his desk no less. She’d have a few bruises tomorrow, no doubt. Her own participation in the event had hardly been that of a submissive.

      She’d never been incapable of refusing a man before. She’d been selective with her sexual partners—civilized. This thing with Judd was most definitely not civilized. It was earthy sensuality at its most basic level and it had been, oh, so very good. Even now she wanted him again—but at least this time rationality prevailed. Saying no to him had been driven by her respect for Charles. She smiled at herself. Ironic, it was her respect for the very man who’d made her lose a measure of respect for her mother that now governed her choices and decisions. A psychologist could no doubt have a field day with that.

      But there it was. It was how she felt. Charles hadn’t had to be a mentor for her in her youth, nor had he been obliged to continue to provide a home for her after Donna had died. Yet he’d been a rock for her. Now she owed it to him to be that rock for him, which—for her, at least—meant not sleeping with his son under his own roof.

      It stung that Judd could have thought that she and Charles were having an affair. She shuddered. Nothing could have been further from her mind, or Charles’s, she had no doubt. But what would have made him think that?

      What, or who?

      A niggle of doubt emerged from the back of her mind. Something just wasn’t right and she couldn’t figure out what or why. But there were so many other things on her mind just now that it was easy to dismiss it.

      The next few days kept her very busy in the office. Following up with the wineries they’d visited and processing exclusivity contracts with them, making sure every i was dotted and every t crossed, was the kind of work she welcomed. Right up until four out of the six wineries they’d sent contracts to sent them back with a note saying they’d received another offer of distribution that they had decided to accept.

      Four phone calls later and Anna was feeling sick to her stomach. Jackson Importers had apparently aggressively wooed away the business that she and Judd had thought was in the bag. She wasn’t looking forward to sharing the news with Judd or Charles.

      As expected, Charles was apoplectic.

      “How dare she? I can’t believe a daughter of mine would stoop so low as to steal business from her father.”

      “I hate to point this out,” Judd said, “but it was her idea all along. By the looks of things, these people’s loyalty sat with Nicole rather than with Wilson Wines. It’s my fault for not anticipating this might happen.”

      “Your fault? Rubbish. She’s doing this to spite me.”

      “Maybe,” Judd agreed, “but maybe she just followed through with her new boss on an idea she felt had merit. Did you ever give her credit for coming up with this?”

      Anna sat back in her chair, stunned into silence. What was this? Judd championing Nicole? Up until now they’d barely discussed Nicole at all. Anna had assumed that Judd felt the same animosity toward her that Charles did, and had been careful not to bring her up. But to hear him supporting her ideas and giving her props for following them through, that was something Anna had never anticipated from him.

      “Of course not, it was her job. She did it competently.”

      “A little more than competently, I would say,” Judd observed, a note of censure in his voice that Anna found herself in total agreement with.

      Charles had often been strict with his daughter. He had sheltered her, yes—in that respect he’d taken his responsibilities as a father most seriously. But Anna had seen how being the older, single parent of a beautiful, headstrong daughter had left him feeling that he had to be firm, set high expectations and offer limited praise in order to keep her from running wild.

      It probably hadn’t helped that he had been so busy with business concerns. Anna knew that Nicole had devoted herself so completely to Wilson Wines in the hopes of winning her father’s approval, but it had seemed to add even more tension to their relationship. Charles never grew comfortable straddling the line between boss and father, and had been rather too hard on Nicole in his attempts to avoid showing favoritism. Plus, his old-fashioned attitudes about women in the workplace had been a constant source of irritation between them.

      The end result was that Charles had stifled Nicole’s adventurous spirit to a point where Anna’s friend had often complained to her that she felt her opinions meant nothing to him. Charles did love Nicole, but Anna had always felt as if he struggled with how to show it—and frequently made things worse by saying the wrong thing. In fact, as she’d grown older, it had occurred to her that he may even have actively fostered their friendship so that he could use her as something of a go-between with him and Nicole—someone who could understand both of them and carry messages back and forth without causing offense.

      “Well, you’ll just have to do it better, my boy. I know you can do it. Let’s show Jackson Importers that we’re made of sterner stuff. Forget about mounting this New Zealand–based initiative.”

      “And the wineries who have decided to contract with us, what about them?”

      “We’ll use them as a test on the market. Could be a flash in the pan—who knows. If it’s worth developing further, we’ll look into it when the figures start coming in. In the meantime, what about expanding our range of Californian wines?”

      After their meeting, Anna went back to her office to create a list of potential contacts for Judd to follow up on based on Charles’s