My Boyfriend and Other Enemies

by Nikki Logan

  All this affection and father-son camaraderie wasn’t for her to enjoy. No matter how she craved it. And no matter how connected she felt to them. How much she felt as if—inexplicably—she belonged here with them.

  ‘All right,’ she said, sitting forward. ‘So everyone’s happy with the design?’

  Six little scale models in glass and a large pencil sketch decorated the table between them. Fish of various sizes, seahorses, a diving kestrel, strips of kelp, a sparkling school of krill. ‘And this will be the shards of sunlight cutting down through the ocean.’

  Nathaniel smiled, but he wasn’t looking where her fingers pointed. ‘We’ve never had anything like it in any of our buildings. It will be astonishing.’

  ‘How much is it going to cost?’ Aiden asked, lips pressed.

  So the arctic thaw over lunch the week before was only a lull, it seemed. Just as she might have relaxed.

  ‘Aiden,’ his father barked. ‘Unimportant.’

  Tash moved to ease the sudden tension between the two men. ‘This is a showpiece for me. I’ll be doing it for material costs only.’

  Aiden frowned.

  Nathaniel sat up. ‘No, Tash. You mustn’t...’

  She locked eyes on his. ‘I’m not going to charge you, Nathaniel. Not for my time. But there’ll be a lot of glass in this piece so if you’d cover that I’d be grateful.’

  Insisting would just be awkward and she’d handed him a chivalrous out. But, of course, this was Nathaniel. ‘Naturally we’ll pay for materials but...’ He pursed his lips and thought for a moment. ‘What we really need is a public announcement. That way you get the PR benefit in lieu of payment for your time.’

  ‘I don’t require payment for my time.’

  Aiden’s eyes darted between the two of them.

  ‘Well, I wish to show off this marvellous design and if I choose to do that in front of my corporate equivalents and that just happens to lead to more work for you, so much the better.’

  ‘Nathaniel—’

  ‘It’s decided. I won’t protest at you not charging MooreCo for what I’m sure will be a considerable amount of your time and artistic focus, and in return I expect you to be gracious and professional about my desire to throw a party to celebrate the acquisition of our biggest ever art piece.’

  Snookered.

  She glared at him. Then very ungraciously snorted. ‘Fine.’

  His smile was immediate. ‘Good girl.’

  Aiden’s left eye narrowed.

  She met his gaze and held it.

  ‘That’s worked out well, hasn’t it?’ he asked flatly.

  But she got the sense that he really wanted to add ‘...for you’ to that.

  THREE

  Tash stepped out of the expensive vehicle onto the highest heels she owned. Their engineering had always seemed pointless, but she’d take the extra inches against Aiden any day.

  ‘I’m still struggling to understand why I needed to be invited to a party in my own honour?’ she said.

  ‘Think of it as more of a VIP escort than an invitation,’ he murmured.

  Uh-huh. She would have believed that from his father, but not from Aiden. Although it was entertaining to imagine him as an escort. Upper-case E. He was slick, handsome and full of fakery enough for it...and he had the right body.

  ‘Something amusing?’

  Tash forced her lips into a more serious line. ‘No. Just appreciating the architecture. I’ve never been inside this building.’ The second part was true, at least.

  ‘You’re in for a treat. It’s beautifully restored.’ His hand dropped to her lower back as he guided her up the stairs and through the ornate doors. Heat from his fingertips tingled through the soft fabric of her dress. ‘I thought you would have seen the glasswork, at least. That’s why we chose this as a venue for the launch party. And this time of day.’

  She let her eyes drift up to the stunning stained-glass windows on the western side of the building practically glowing in the rich, low afternoon light. ‘I’ve seen them from the outside, of course.’

  ‘Natasha. Aiden.’ Nathaniel moved towards them, as dapper and handsome as ever. ‘Did you arrive at the same time?’

  Aiden’s chin lifted the tiniest bit but it was enough to put paid to his lie about her needing an escort. But it was too entertaining watching him trip up on his own transparency to make a big deal of it. She leaned in for a kiss on each cheek from Nathaniel then glanced around the beautifully appointed venue. Up on the big screen her glass prototypes had been photographed and lit by a professional and looked about as good as the finished artwork would. The AV team flicked quickly through them in rehearsal for the speeches later.

  ‘This is all so beautiful. Are all your parties this lavish?’

  ‘Usually. Aiden sets a high bar.’

  She turned her surprise to him. ‘This is your work?’

  ‘I didn’t personally choose the flowers, if that’s what you’re asking, but I do know the quality planners in town and how to get the best out of them.’

  I’ll bet.

  ‘Will you forgive me?’ Nathaniel said. ‘The inexcusably prompt are starting to arrive.’

  He waved his arm in a flourish and the visuals on the big screen ended with a snap as the lights sank in a subtle crossfade with the music that grew out of the silence around them.

  And just like that, it was a party.

  Aiden’s hand was back at her lower spine again but where before it had only tingled, now it blazed with un-ignorable heat. Either he’d developed a raging temperature in the last thirty seconds or hers had inexplicably plunged. So much so that tiny bumps prickled up all over her back.

  ‘Would you like a drink?’ he murmured, close to her ear.

  How galling. That his charm and charisma should have actually had some effect. She spun away from his gentle touch. ‘You don’t actually need to escort me, Aiden. I’m quite capable of getting safely to the bar.’ Or not, since she didn’t drink much and certainly not at work events. ‘I’m sure you’ll have better things to do this evening than shadow me.’

  And as the word slipped unconsciously across her lips she realised that was exactly what he was doing. Babysitting her. Controlling her arrival and departure and her movements while here.

  Why?

  ‘Tonight is very important to my father,’ he simply said. ‘I’m on hand to run interference should anything go...wrong.’

  Interference? By sticking close to her? ‘What is it you imagine I’m going to do here? Lie back on the bar and drink shots straight from the bottle?’

  His blue eyes crackled. ‘I would pay good money to see that.’

  ‘I’m sure you would, given some of the other things you’re famous for spending your money on—’ she ignored his flare of surprise ‘—but I’ve been to many of these nights, Aiden. I know the drill. Turn up, look good and be wild enough to be interesting but not inappropriate. Intrigue but don’t offend. Generate speculation but not gossip.’

  It was all about appearances. And buzz.

  She fronted the bar and ordered a virgin cocktail in a fast and low breath. If he noticed the virgin part, he didn’t comment. The important thing was that it looked like something harder. But she’d be in full control of her faculties all night.

  He frowned. ‘Is that what you think you’re here for? Entertainment?’

  She turned and drew a long sip of her drink through the pretty glass straw. A clever and thoughtful touch given the focus of this evening. ‘This is a little different, I’ll admit. But the principle doesn’t change just because the date does.’ Not that he was her date... ‘The important thing is that I won’t be doing anything to embarrass Nathaniel in front of his associates.’

  ‘You think I’m worried about that?’
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  ‘I don’t know what to think, Aiden. All I know is you’ve been playing me since the day we met and running interference—’ it felt so good to throw his own word back at him ‘—between myself and your father. MooreCo has already given me a massive commission. What more do you imagine I’m trying to screw him out of?’

  His dark brow lifted. ‘Your word, not mine.’

  Realisation rushed in, tumbling and tripping over astonishment. How stupid she’d been not to see it before. The straw dropped from her gaping lips. ‘You think I’m hitting on your father?’

  For the first time, he dropped the casual veneer and that carefully neutral expression simmered with something else entirely. Something quite captivating in its passion. ‘He’s obsessed with you. And you shower him with your attention and your come-hither smiles and keep him dangling, helplessly, in your thrall.’

  Come-hither? She wasn’t sure what offended her more: the suggestion that she was consciously trying to seduce Nathaniel or the realisation that any interest that Aiden had shown in her until now was purely strategic. ‘He’s a grown man, Aiden. I’m sure he’s managed to fend off women much more beautiful and much more skilled than I am in his fifty-five years on the planet.’

  ‘Then why the interest?’ he urged. ‘Why him?’

  Her chest tightened. ‘He knew my mother.’

  Aiden snorted and tugged her around behind a large potted arrangement, out of view of the arriving guests. ‘Then go hang your neediness on one of her other friends. Leave my family out of it.’

  Her breath backed up in her gridlocked chest. The term needy cut her much deeper than it should have but something bigger than that stole focus. A clue about what this was all really about—and who this man really was.

  ‘Family? I thought we were talking about money.’

  His nostrils flared wildly. ‘Because it’s always about money with you?’

  It was almost never about money with her. Even with Kyle she’d believed he had genuine feelings for her. Money was just what brought them together. That and necessity. ‘I think that’s just what you expect. Because it’s the language you speak.’

  He snorted. ‘You’re trying to tell me money doesn’t talk.’

  ‘It talks; I’m a realist. But it’s not what makes the world turn.’

  She might as well have sprouted antennae; he looked at her as if she were from another planet. ‘Please don’t say love,’ he sneered.

  ‘I was going to say people. People are what matter, but, yes, love is part of that. For each other. For our families.’ She leaned on the word extra-hard.

  ‘You’d rather be loved than wealthy?’ Disbelief dripped from his handsome lips.

  ‘You say that as if it’s worse than preferring to be wealthy than loved.’

  ‘Maybe it is.’

  She stared at him. ‘Is your mother like this?’

  Instant granite. Eyes, face, body. ‘What does my mother have to do with anything?’ he gritted.

  ‘You are so unlike your father, attitudinally. I can only assume it’s your mother’s influence that has made you like this.’

  ‘Like what? Unlike you? If you are so damned hippy about love and people and flowers and sunshine, I’d have expected you to be more accepting of the differences between us.’

  That would have niggled less if not for the peace-symbol tattooed on her ankle. ‘I’m not unaccepting of the differences. I’m just trying to understand them.’

  ‘Why? You don’t like me. You don’t want to be around me. What the hell does it matter?’

  Was it possible that he was wounded by her lack of interest in him—way down deep where the bluff and bluster didn’t penetrate? She stared into those hard eyes and found it impossible to believe.

  ‘I guess it doesn’t matter.’ Though that didn’t stop her from being interested...way down deep where her protective veneer didn’t penetrate. ‘Except that you’ve made stalking me your personal project so I get the feeling we’ll be seeing a lot of each other.’

  His laugh was short. ‘If I’m stalking you I’m doing a lousy job.’

  ‘No. Not stalking. Your brand of creepiness is much more overt.’

  The moments the words were out, she regretted them. Not that anything he’d said to her these past minutes was particularly polite but branding a man creepy was quite an indictment. Especially when he was commissioning your next work.

  He reeled for just a moment, astonishment vivid on his face. ‘I’m not sure I’ve ever been summed up quite like that before.’

  But she wasn’t backing down. She straightened and drained her glass. ‘What did the last woman you subjugated like to call it?’

  His lips twisted and his eyes darkened and, in that moment, the little corner he’d backed her into shrunk just like Wonderland around Alice. Yet he still found room to take one more half step forward.

  ‘The last woman I subjugated begged me to do it,’ he breathed. His eyes flicked down and he stretched out a finger and ran the knuckle down the laces of her arty bustier. Instant heat rushed up into her chest and bloomed tellingly in her décolletage.

  She twisted away from his cloying presence and crossed back to the bar. ‘Nice try.’ She laughed, one-hundred-per-cent casual and two-hundred-per-cent fake, and signalled the bartender for a repeat of her drink. ‘But I’m not buying it.’

  He was right behind her. ‘Buying what?’

  ‘All of it. The charming, rich bad-boy act, the overbearing son, the interfering business partner.’

  ‘Are you saying I’m not all those things?’

  ‘Oh, you’re definitely all of them, but I don’t buy that that’s all you are. There’s something else going on. I’ll just have to work out what it is.’

  ‘I’m no mystery, Tash. What you see is what you get.’

  She turned to face him. ‘You’re in business, Aiden. What you see is never what you get.’ She glanced around. ‘Now if you’ll excuse me, there’s someone over there I’m sure I should meet.’

  She spun, skirts flowing, and left him standing speechless in her wake.

  * * *

  Tash Sinclair worked the room like a professional. Ten days ago, he would have imagined the wrong kind of professional, but now he watched her through a different lens. A Tash-coloured lens. One not quite so tinted by what he thought he knew.

  She’d summed him up so accurately earlier this evening, nailed him to the cross of his own bad behaviour and then promptly ignored him for the next two hours. She flitted from guest to guest charming the men, engaging the women and drafting them into the ranks of Team Tash. She was exactly as she promised him to be: intriguing enough to have multiple curious eyes follow her around the room, but appropriate enough to give the tabloids nothing tangible—or even intangible—to work with. She’d brushed past his father several times and the glances they exchanged were carefully neutral, blank enough to give no cause for comment whatsoever.

  Unless you were looking for cause.

  Or was he still digging for something that just wasn’t there? Reacting to a decades-old incident that he still didn’t fully understand. Something had happened twenty years ago, something that had created tension in his extended family and a wedge between his parents. Something to do with a woman. And he’d grown up with the echoes of that event and the memory of his mother sobbing in the wine cellar where she’d gone not to be heard and cursing a name he’d only ever heard whispered by his aunts and uncles thereafter.

  Porter.

  That was all he knew. But it was enough to teach him an early lesson about fidelity. And about how many different things a man could be at the same time. Successful businessman. Loving father. Cheating husband. He’d learned to compartmentalise the same way his mother presumably had in order to continue living with—and loving—the man that coul
d do something like that. They’d worked their way through it and onto another twenty years of marriage and Aiden had, too.

  But he’d never forgotten it. Or the lessons it taught him about trust.

  His eyes tracked Tash the length of the room.

  ‘She’s something else, isn’t she?’ The voice came out of nowhere, low and edgy to his left. ‘Have you slept with her yet?’

  Aiden spun to face the question.

  ‘Something to look forward to,’ the man went on. ‘She’s a cracker.’

  The disrespect and sheer contempt in Kyle Jardine’s eyes stabbed in below Aiden’s ribs. Hard and ugly. His curiosity hardened up into pure anger. ‘Harsh words considering you got rich off her back, Jardine.’

  The mayor’s eyes narrowed. ‘Or she got rich on hers. Though, to be fair, she was on top more often than not.’

  The urgent need to defend Tash slammed headlong into the unbidden image of her, all golden and glorious reared back above him. Jardine’s words should have been exactly what he wanted to hear. That she was the gold-digger he’d always suspected. That she’d slept her way to her present success.

  Except, inexplicably, he didn’t believe that. Not for one moment.

  That just wasn’t Tash.

  ‘I didn’t realise you were on the list for tonight,’ Aiden muttered, knowing full well Jardine wasn’t. Though it had been tempting to get him along to pick his brains about Tash. Turned out there wasn’t much brain there to pick amongst.

  ‘Admin error, I’m sure. I came with Shannon Carles.’

  Right. His latest ‘cracker’.

  ‘I hadn’t realised exactly who your father’s ingénue was,’ Jardine went on, blind to the tension pouring off Aiden. ‘Should I give him a heads-up that there’s not too much that’s innocent about her?’ He shoved his hands deep into his pockets and Aiden had never had a stronger urge to step slightly away.

  His fingers curled into fists of their own accord. ‘Her personal life is none of MooreCo’s concern. We’ve simply commissioned her artistic skills.’

  ‘I give that a week.’ Jardine snorted, swigging down the last of his drink. ‘She’s insidious.’