The Platinum Collection: A Diamond Deal: The Flaw in His Diamond / The Purest of Diamonds? / In the Brazilian's Debt

CHAPTER FIVE (#u11a576c4-5736-534e-838f-114ca7b79675)

‘DO YOU SERIOUSLY think anyone will notice what I’m wearing?’ she said, starting to worry.

‘Everyone will notice what you’re wearing.’

‘Because I’m with you,’ she scoffed.

‘They’ll be curious,’ Roman admitted with a shrug.

I bet they will. ‘Why don’t you just say I’m an employee who turned up unexpectedly?’

For the first time he seemed amused. ‘No one will believe that, Eva. They know me too well to think I could be surprised that way.’

‘Because all your employees do what you tell them, I suppose.’

He gave her a sleepy look that suggested everyone did as he told them—with one notable exception. ‘Maybe they’ll think I’m a roadie with the band?’ Lifting her shoulders, she let them drop again.

‘Is that what you want people to think?’ Roman’s lips pressed down attractively.

‘I don’t care what they think—’

‘But I think you do,’ he said. ‘These are good people, Eva. I think you’ll want them to like you.’

That was the one answer she hadn’t expected—the one answer she didn’t have a smart retort for. Concern from Roman was so unexpected that, quite inappropriately, her eyes filled with tears. She wasn’t used to people other than her sisters showing concern for her. They were generally afraid to in case she bit their head off. She had never been so wrong-footed before. And had never felt quite so out of place.

‘I’m just trying to be practical, Eva,’ Roman pointed out. ‘I’m trying to help you. Why can’t you accept that? And we don’t have much time.’

As he glanced at his watch she knew he was right. It would be rude if the one man who was surely a valued guest arrived late at the party. ‘So what do you suggest?’ she said, shrugging unhappily.

‘That belt,’ he murmured.

‘What belt?’ she said, frowning impatiently.

‘The one you’re wearing on your jeans. It’s very pretty.’

She was surprised he’d noticed. It was a good belt. She’d bought it when she had bought a few things in memory of her mother who had been über feminine. It was just a slim leather belt inlaid with polished turquoise set in silver.

The belt was giving him a welcome distraction from the sight of Eva’s spectacular breasts pressing against her too-tight top. They were just one more attribute she seemed totally oblivious to. The belt had given him an idea. Yes, he could do without attending his cousin’s wedding with the complication of such an unconventional ‘plus one’, but as she was going, and as, contrary to Eva’s opinion of him, he wasn’t in the habit of humiliating people, he wanted to help her out.

‘Where are you going?’ she called after him as he backed off and strode away down the corridor.

He had never found a good enough reason to explain himself.

He was back in a few short seconds with a new white tee still in its packet.

‘What am I supposed to do with that?’ she said as he handed it over.

‘You’re supposed to go back inside your room and put it on.’

Taking it out of the wrapping, she shook it out. ‘Are you joking? This will drop straight off me. I’m guessing it’s yours. You’re twice my size, Roman.’

‘At least twice.’

‘So...?’

‘So just put it on for me. If it doesn’t work, we’ll park the idea. Just try it,’ he coaxed, masking a grin at her expression. ‘You never know. You might like the look.’

‘I very much doubt it.’

‘Just do it, Eva, or we’ll be late.’ His tone had changed, and with a mutinous look she retreated behind the door, slamming it, for the second time in their short acquaintance, in his face.

Pride vied with her natural caution, but eventually practicality won the day. Roman was right. She didn’t want to look like a complete idiot at the party, and at least if she tried to make a dress out of his top she wouldn’t look so wildly out of place. It was a party on a beach. She’d give it a try, anyway. Why not?

The tee did not fit.

Of course it didn’t fit. Why had she ever thought it would? Twisting her hair, like her temper, into an even tighter knot of fury, she opened the door.

‘Problem?’ Roman murmured, easing away from the wall.

Apart from the fact that her hair was half falling down, while the tee had no such inhibitions and would have dropped straight off if she hadn’t grabbed hold of it.

‘No. No problem. I always go out for the night dressed like this.’ She garnished the denial with a withering look.

Did he have to look quite so relaxed...so hot, so amused?

‘The problem is glaringly obvious. The top gapes everywhere. What do you imagine will happen if I let go?’

‘I’d rather not imagine.’ But the sexy mouth tugged as Roman slouched on one hip. ‘I think you need help.’

‘Is that meant to be funny?’

‘You’re so touchy. Do you have a guilty conscience, Eva Skavanga?’

‘Why?’

‘Maybe you shouldn’t have come here after all.’

‘And maybe I shouldn’t have trusted you to give me a bed for the night as you promised. I had no idea there’d be so many complications.’

‘Come here.’

‘I will not.’ She backed away as he beckoned to her.

‘Eva...’

His voice was soft.

Like a lion tamer hiding the whip. She retreated another step. She didn’t like that look on his face one bit. She almost shot out of her skin when he put his hands on her shoulders. The knack was to remain calm, she told herself firmly. Don’t react. Look him in the eyes. She tottered round stiffly as he slowly turned her in front of him. ‘What the hell?’