The Cattle Baron's Virgin Wife

‘I know a rather nice restaurant on the river,’ he remarked with his eyes full of amusement. ‘Their lobster and Moreton Bay bugs are amazing.’

Sienna opened her mouth and closed it. If she had one weakness it was fresh seafood and Moreton Bay bugs came at the top of that list. ‘Well,’ she said rather weakly, then eyed him accusingly. ‘How did you know that?’

He lifted an eyebrow enquiringly.

‘That I would sell my soul for Moreton Bay bugs.’ She shook her head exasperatedly.

He grinned. ‘I didn’t, but I like the sound of that.’

‘If you think I’m a pushover in any other direction, think again!’ she warned.

‘Perish the thought,’ he murmured, then laughed at her expression. ‘Sienna, I’m only asking you to have dinner with me.’

She exhaled audibly. ‘All right. Just this once. But I need to go home and change.’

‘Not a problem.’ He glanced at his watch. ‘Give me your address and Dave and I will pick you up at, say, seven?’

Sienna drove home, still seething inwardly, but once there she went into another mode.

She showered and changed into a swirly, silky three-quarter-length skirt, a white background with a cinnamon pattern on it and a white knit top. She slid her feet into bronze sandals and looped her hair up into a loose knot.

She applied some discreet make-up, then studied herself in the mirror and decided that her upswept hair called for some dangly earrings. She found a pair, tiny seed pearls on copper wire, and put them on.

Then she stood quite still and asked herself why she was going out of her way to look her best when she’d been literally conned into this dinner.

Because that’s what Finn McLeod does to you, she conceded with a little spark of fire in her eyes. Puts you on your mettle even when you’re extremely annoyed with him!

Well, she conceded, annoyed with him and herself—you could have said no!

Dave knocked on her door at seven exactly and escorted her down to the waiting, latest model Mercedes. She climbed into the back, Finn was in the front, and she breathed in the scent of fine new leather.

But to her immediate consternation she saw that Finn was wearing a suit, although no tie.

‘Uh—what kind of restaurant are we going to?’ she asked as Dave drove them off.

‘Angelo’s,’ Finn replied.

Sienna clicked her tongue. Angelo’s was one of Brisbane’s most exclusive restaurants.

Finn turned his head towards her. ‘Is that a problem?’

‘I’m not dressed for Angelo’s. I’m dressed,’ Sienna said with precision, ‘for a rather nice restaurant on the river—which to me indicated somewhere casual and pleasant rather than five-star and extremely up-market.’ Her voice had risen a little.

‘I don’t see anything wrong with the way you’re dressed, but, to set your mind at rest, I’ve booked a table on the deck—it is more casual than the main restaurant.’

‘How on earth did you get a table—even on the deck—at such short notice?’

‘They know me.’

‘Silly question,’ Sienna muttered to herself, but any further utterances were forestalled as Dave drew up opposite the striped awning that protected the famous green brass-handled front doors of Angelo’s.

Sienna had never been to the restaurant but she’d heard of it; not only exquisite cuisine but one of the places to be seen in town.

The rumours hadn’t lied, she saw immediately. The décor was fabulous. Burgundy walls, champagne marble floors, soft, concealed lighting and forest-green velvet upholstery upon pale beech chairs. That pale glossy wood was repeated in the grand piano being played softly in the background.

And her eyes nearly popped at the number of celebrities she recognized. Not only that, but it was a glittering throng dressed to the nines, as Finn was greeted with reverence and ushered towards the deck. He was also stopped delightedly several times by other guests, at the same time as she was scanned from top to toe with a few raised eyebrows and the odd frown—but then immediate dismissal.

The analogy that sprang to mind had to do with her earrings. Pretty enough, but how could seed pearls on copper wire compete with the array of South Sea pearls glowing like moons, the diamonds and other gems that were displayed on the necks, ears, wrists and fingers of the female clientele of Angelo’s? Ditto her pretty but relatively inexpensive, definitely not designer outfit.

She set her teeth and raised her chin as they walked through to the deck.

It might be more casual than the main restaurant, but the deck was lovely. There were braziers flaming along the roped-off edge, potted palms swaying slightly in a gentle breeze and the crystal and silverware glinted on snowy white cloths.

When they were finally seated at the best table on the deck, with the river flowing past below their feet with reflected lights bobbing on its surface, she said, ‘Very impressive, Mr McLeod,’ but with an edge to her voice.

He eyed her narrowly. ‘Something tells me you don’t approve?’

‘Oh, I have no doubt I’ll approve of the bugs.’ She gestured. ‘I just feel a little out of place.’

He looked genuinely surprised. ‘Why?’

‘Everyone looks like a millionaire, if not to say a billionaire or a celebrity—’ she glanced around ‘—even on the deck. As for the prices—’ she glanced at the menu she’d been handed ‘—they’re little short of daylight robbery.’

‘Isn’t…’ He paused. ‘Couldn’t you be indulging in an inverted form of snobbery, Sienna?’

‘Well, actually, I’m all for quality, but I’m also a value-for-money girl. I could have taken you to a place where they do divine bugs for half the price, and the ambience isn’t bad either.’

He stared at her.

‘This is not exactly my milieu, Finn,’ she added gently. ‘It’s like another world, your world. It’s—’ she looked around ‘—very glamorous but a little bit false.’

‘I stand corrected,’ he said gravely. ‘Shall we go to your restaurant?’

Sienna’s eyes widened. ‘You mean stand up and walk out?’

He shrugged. ‘Why not?’

She blinked. ‘What will they think?’

‘Does it matter?’

It came to Sienna at that moment that this was the essence of being super-wealthy. Not only paying inflated prices for being surrounded by your peers and being seen on the social scene, but doing precisely as you pleased, and Finn McLeod did it in spades.

‘Er—no,’ she said. ‘I would feel bad, only on behalf of the staff, about doing that.’

‘So you’re happy to grin and bear it?’ he suggested.

‘I—I’ll tell you how I feel after I’ve sampled the bugs.’