Charlotte knew that. There had been several calls now. The first had started with Zander terse and abrupt. Her phone had rung at six a. It was not one of his lawyers, or the sour PA she was more used to dealing with, but the very man himself.
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Charlotte knew that. There had been several calls now. The first had started with Zander terse and abrupt.
Her phone had rung at six a. It was not one of his lawyers, or the sour PA she was more used to dealing with, but the very man himself. You are in Athens, no? I am in Australia … I just assumed when I worked out the times that, like your boss, you would be in Greece.
I will call you back during office hours. There was a long pause, from both parties. Charlotte cringed because, far from coming across as an efficient PA, she had made it clear she was lying in bed.
Zander, well, his pause, followed by a light huskiness to his voice, made her blush further, and not because she was cringing. It was for other reasons entirely. Even if she was desperate to go to the loo, to check on her mum, and, yes, grab a coffee, she would not show it. Then he spoke again and, on a cold London morning, somehow his voice seemed to caress her.
Somehow the elusive billionaire spoke not at her but to her. Go and get a coffee and bring it back to bed—and then we can talk. Ms Edwards kept things rather more formal—instilled immediate distance—but it seemed petty to correct Zander when she may have already appeared rude. Whether it sounded efficient or not, she answered with the truth.
This was how it had started. Yes, she looked forward to his calls far more than she should—their early morning chats had become a routine. He would call at some ungodly hour, talk for a brief moment and then hang up; she would make coffee, bring it back to bed, wait for the ring of her work phone and then listen to his rich, deep voice. She would write down the messages to relay to Nico, dispense with work, and then they would talk.
Not much. Just a little more than perhaps she should. The unexpected timing had surprised her, though, of course, Charlotte realised, it was Monday morning there. She was huddled under the sheets, the weather filthy outside, the sound of rain on the windows and his voice keeping her warm.
It was a wonderful job, but that was all it was to her—a job rather than a passion, a means to an end rather than the career she had once loved. She had studied language at school, and beyond, had applied for and worked for her first airline of choice, been swiftly promoted through the ranks to become a lead attendant.
How she longed to be in the air now with her first-class passengers, taking the flight crew their breakfast and lingering in the cockpit at forty thousand feet in the air as they flew towards dawn. Chose not to tell him that, far from hard, working for Nico was the only work she could do.
That being available all hours on the computer or phone, with the handsome wage Nico paid, meant that she could keep the promise her mother had begged for and look after her at home. Lied, because if she told him the truth she might just break down. So she told him about lunches with friends and cocktails on Friday, told him about the Charlotte she had once been when she had travelled the world for a living.
He wants the jetty, of course, because then that entire stretch of cove would be his. She was not there for discussion, or for negotiation. Her job was to pass messages on to Nico. Nico had, for an extremely inflated price, bought from Zander an undeveloped house but, newly married and used to the best, he wanted more for his new wife and son. For weeks now his main focus had been on securing the neighbouring land; however, Zander was reluctant to sell. He really wants to speak with you himself.
He smiled because he heard her. Heard her inhale as she did now and then, not through her nose but with a catch in her throat. It was easier by far to tell this glamorous, exotic man, whom she had never met, that her life was a little more fab than drab, to paint a picture, safe in the knowledge they would probably never meet.
With Zander on the end of the phone, for a few precious moments she got to live the life she invented. Did you wear a hat? Charlotte played her game, closed her eyes and imagined, escaped for a little while, safe in the knowledge she would never meet Zander. Still, it was nice to lie here and dream, nicer still to be in bed talking to Zander and know he was doing the same.
Tell your boss I am still considering things. I was ringing to refuse his offer that first day—it was you that made me reconsider. He was making conversation, that was all, flirting as he probably did with most women. For maybe the hundredth time she pulled over her laptop, her intention to find out all she could about him.
To see him. But as she had so many times before, Charlotte stopped herself. She dreamt of him, heard his deep, rich voice over and over, and actually awoke with a smile on her face.
Getting up, Charlotte looked into the mirror. Her long, honey-blonde hair needed a serious trim, her baggy pyjamas were unfit for male eyes and all she looked was exhausted, nothing like the glamorous woman Zander thought she was. Still, it got done and even if Charlotte was still in her pyjamas, at least her mum was bathed, scented and dressed and finally sitting down in her chair in the lounge. But even if her words sounded lucid, even if it sounded like a normal conversation, it was, of course, otherwise—they were miles from the beach.
And it was worth it, Charlotte told herself as she dragged herself through another week. But, then, like a lifeline came the call. Mid-afternoon, and not at all his usual time, her heart leapt when she saw that it was Zander.
She answered with a smile, anticipating the summer of his words, except his tone was brusque, businesslike. It must be four in the morning where Zander was. I fly in late Sunday and my schedule is very full, but if you can arrange a meeting with your boss, I have a small window at eight a. We are moving into the next stage of the development in the coming weeks.
I want to discuss with him, before the purchase goes ahead, our plans for that area. Zander rang off and Charlotte rang Nico and relayed the message, but as she hung up, she felt like crying. Knew that once Zander met with Nico, her part in this would be over—that the brief escape his calls had bought would finally come to an end. When Nico rang a few moments later she had to force herself back into business mode.
AN INDECENT PROPOSITION CAROL MARINELLI PDF
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An Indecent Proposition
Jan 19, RLA rated it really liked it The heroine Charlotte and the hero Zander have been in contact with each other for a while, Charlotte is trying a arrange a business deal with Zander for her boss, but the phone calls they share have also become friendly and she has begun to treasure them. When Charlotte must travel to Greece to help assist her boss Nico, her guilt over The heroine Charlotte and the hero Zander have been in contact with each other for a while, Charlotte is trying a arrange a business deal with Zander for her boss, but the phone calls they share have also become friendly and she has begun to treasure them. When Charlotte must travel to Greece to help assist her boss Nico, her guilt over having to place her mother in temporary care is lessened by her excitement that she will meet Zander for the first time. Zander has waited a lifetime to get revenge on the twin brother he has never known, whom led a far better life after they were separated, and he plans to use Charlotte as part of this. When they meet on the beach one night Charlotte is shocked to see that Zander is the mirror image of Nico, yet his personality so harsh and different.