A Devilishly Dark Deal

‘So what have you personally heard about my reputation? I’m interested to know.’

The smooth space between her slim elegant brows crumpled a little, almost as though it grieved her that he should ask such a question. ‘I don’t read the newspapers very often, and when do I’m apt not to believe what they write about the lives of people in the public eye.’

‘But nevertheless you have heard things about me somewhere along the line yes?’

‘I’ve heard it said that nobody can be as successful as you are unless they’re a little ruthless … But then they say that about a lot of successful businessmen, don’t they?’

‘Do you believe it? That I am ruthless I mean?’

‘I trust that I’m intelligent enough to make up my own mind about a person. I certainly don’t go blindly along with what the papers or the media says. And as far as thinking that you might be ruthless sometimes goes, I hardly know you well enough to form an opinion. But I do believe that the press has its own agenda, and I don’t think it’s got a lot to do with telling the truth. See what I mean? Everyone is playing a role … even journalists. Why isn’t it enough to simply just be who you naturally are in this world? People are too afraid to let down their guard, that’s the trouble. If they did, then they would be communicating authentically … but it’s not something that’s promoted in our culture.’

The waiter brought their wine and offered Marco a taste first. He took an experimental sip, pronounced it ‘perfect’ and waited for the man to pour some for Grace then leave again before commenting on her statement—a statement that had both shocked and surprised him with its insight.

‘In business, to let down one’s guard in front of the competition would be deemed corporate suicide,’ he declared, at the same time wondering what she would have to say about that.

Lifting her hair briefly off the back of her neck, unwittingly drawing his attention to the graceful and seductive shape of her long, slim arms, she gifted him with a smile so charming that it made his stomach flip.

‘Not if someone has faith in their own ability to make things work, no matter what the competition is doing. It seems to me that if you’re not towed round by the nose by what your competitors think of you, then you’re onto a winner … you’re free to do whatever you like.’

The burst of laughter that left Marco’s throat was genuinely joyous—so much so that the other diners on the terrace couldn’t stop themselves from smiling at the sound.

‘I don’t think I meant that remark to be funny.’

His lunch guest’s pretty lips pursed a little, and she looked so adorable just then that Marco wanted to kiss her … wanted to obliterate every bit of her softly shaded pink lipstick and explore her mouth until time stood still. And even then he guessed that wouldn’t be enough to satisfy his craving.

‘I’m not mocking you, namorado … the exact opposite, to tell you the truth. You have no idea how refreshing it is to have someone genuinely tell you what they think. Sometimes it is hard to know who to trust because of the lack of that kind of honesty in my working life … even amongst my closest colleagues. Perhaps you ought to go into business yourself, Grace? You could spearhead a new trend for fostering good relationships and authenticity in the corporate world.’

‘Now you are mocking me.’ But even as she uttered the words the corners of her mouth were wrestling with a smile. ‘I’m afraid I’m the last person in the world who should go into business. I’m neither clever nor ambitious. All I’ve ever wanted to do was to help people.’

‘I don’t believe you are not clever. You went to university and presumably got a degree, didn’t you?’

‘What if I did? Anyone can learn a bunch of facts and explain them in the way the system wants you to. That might be regarded as “clever” by some, but it doesn’t mean that you’re intelligent … at least not in the way that I understand the word.’

The waiters arrived with their meal right then, and Marco reflected that their arrival was most opportune—because the break in his and Grace’s conversation allowed him some time to assess his feelings. The fact was, the more time he spent in this unusual and refreshing woman’s company, the more her unsophisticated beauty and intelligence enthralled him, and his desire to take her to bed, to get to know her even better, intensified.

As the waiters once more left them alone, he raised his glass in a toast. ‘Saúde.’ He smiled. ‘Which means, to your health.’

‘Cheers,’ she answered shyly, touching her wine glass carefully to his …

He’d left her in the drawing room to go and talk to Inês about preparing dinner for them later on that evening. The feeling that she’d somehow stumbled into somebody else’s dream continued to dog Grace. She’d eaten the most sublime lunch, been wined and dined at a beautiful restaurant overlooking the sea by a man whose photograph had probably appeared in every newspaper and style magazine worldwide, and even if she pinched herself she’d hardly believe it. Marco Aguilar was so charismatic and good-looking that she guessed a lot of women would even pay for the privilege to sit and admire him, just listen to him talk, simply because he was so mesmerising.