Isn't It Rich?

by Sherryl Woods

  “Won’t that be fun?” Melanie muttered, then brightened. “We could use this, you know.”

  Richard and Mack both stared at her.

  “How?” Richard asked.

  “He wants a juicy tidbit. Let’s give him one. Let’s end the speculation right here and now and tell him that you are definitely considering a run for Alexandria City Council and that you’ve hired me to advise you.”

  Richard was already shaking his head. “I’m not ready to announce that yet, not without a campaign manager in place, and we’re at least a couple of weeks away from that. The earliest I intend to announce is mid-January.”

  “You’re not announcing it,” Melanie explained patiently. “You’re only conceding what everyone already knows, that you’re thinking about running. Then you acknowledge our business relationship and, poof, we get rid of the speculation about a romance. The truth will be so boring, he might not even print it.”

  Mack laughed. “Very clever. Listen to her, Richard. I know this guy. He thrives on scandal and innuendo. This will sound way too tame for his readers.”

  Richard finally nodded. “Okay, then, let’s go feed him this dull little tidbit and pray that Destiny hasn’t seen fit to give him an entirely different scoop.”

  “Such as?” Melanie asked, not entirely sure she wanted to know the answer.

  “News of our imminent engagement,” Richard said.

  “She’s seen us together once,” Melanie pointed out.

  “But she has an active imagination,” Mack said. “And she does love to embroider the truth when it suits her purposes. If she has a chance to prod along this budding romance, she’ll grab it. Unfortunately, Richard has a point, too.”

  “We could duck out right now, before Forsythe sees us,” Richard suggested.

  “No way,” Melanie said, refusing to be daunted by Richard and Mack’s dire predictions. “That’s exactly the wrong thing to do. If Forsythe hears we were here or has caught even a glimpse of us, he’ll go wild wondering why we disappeared during the hors d’oeuvres. He’ll probably run right into the lobby to check the guest register to see if we slipped away upstairs.”

  “Our names won’t be there,” Richard reminded her, then grinned. “Unless…”

  “Forget that,” she said succinctly as Mack tried to smother a laugh. “Besides, it won’t matter what he finds. He’ll just conclude you bribed the desk clerk. Tomorrow morning we’ll be reading all about how we disappeared to be alone together. I still think my original plan is best. We have to march in there as if we have absolutely nothing to hide, which we don’t. Beyond that, it’s a very crowded room. It’s possible we can meet and greet, make our presence felt and get out without ever crossing paths with Forsythe. He can pick up the word about why we’re here together from other sources.”

  Mack nodded his agreement. “I’m with Melanie, bro. I’ll go in first and run interference,” he suggested with a look of pure anticipation.

  Richard frowned at him. “I thought you always hid behind those huge offensive linesmen.”

  “Very funny,” Mack retorted. “Either way, I’m more experienced at this sort of thing than you are.”

  “Running interference or avoiding Pete Forsythe’s speculation?” Richard asked.

  “Both,” Mack said succinctly.

  “By the way, where’s your date?” Richard asked.

  “I came alone,” Mack said. “Less fodder for Destiny. Besides, I didn’t want to steal your limelight.” He grinned. “You know, in case you decided tonight was the night to make your big announcement.”

  Richard gave him a dire look. “You are going to be such dead meat when Destiny sets her sights on your love life. I’m going to help her in every way I can.”

  Melanie grinned at the brotherly byplay. “Richard, I’m not so sure it’s wise to antagonize the man who’s going to throw himself between us and Pete Forsythe.”

  Richard held up his hands. “Okay, okay. Do your thing, little brother. Get us to Destiny unscathed.”

  Mack proved to be remarkably adept at maneuvering through the crowd. Apparently all that experience eluding tackles was paying off, Melanie concluded as they made their way toward the head table where Destiny was holding court with several distinguished-looking gentlemen. To Melanie’s astonishment, she realized that two of them were senators and one was a top aide to the president. She suddenly felt as if she’d fallen down the rabbit hole and landed at the Mad Hatter’s tea party. She was definitely out of her usual element in such lofty company.

  Destiny welcomed them with a beaming smile, then performed the introductions with a graciousness that made Melanie sound as if she owned a top-flight firm on New York’s Madison Avenue. The men regarded her with an automatic respect she wasn’t used to garnering after an introduction. She was used to having to prove herself and her right to work in such exalted circles. Heck, she still hadn’t proved herself to Richard.

  “Richard, you fox,” Senator Furhman said. “Leave it to you to find someone who’s beautiful, smart and talented, while the rest of us are stuck getting advice from balding old fogies.”

  Melanie waited to hear what Richard would say to that. It would tell her a lot about his diplomacy and tact, to say nothing of hinting at his opinion of her professional skills. Not that he had much to go on yet.

  He met the senator’s gaze. “I’d recommend you hire her yourself,” he said, then grinned. “But not until I’m in office.”

  “Then you are definitely running for Council in Alexandria?” the presidential aide asked.

  “Definitely considering it,” Richard admitted as he and Melanie had just agreed.

  Listening to him, she decided he was going to be a quick study, which would make her job much easier.

  “Why not for Congress?” Senator Furhman asked. “Waste of time, a man of your caliber starting at the bottom like that.”

  “Public service at any level is never a waste of time,” Richard said, an edge in his voice.

  “Well, of course not,” all three men were quick to say.

  Melanie grinned at the smooth way Richard had put them in their place without overtly offending them or suggesting that their own ambitions were in any way suspect. He was going to be a good candidate, no question about it. No one would rattle him.

  “Gentlemen, if you’ll excuse us, Melanie and I have things to discuss tonight.” He leaned down and gave his aunt a kiss. “Sorry. We can’t stay.”

  Melanie and Mack both gave him a startled look. Richard merely gave them an enigmatic smile.

  “You ready, sweetheart?” he asked her.

  The seemingly deliberate use of the endearment caught Melanie off guard. It was impossible to tell if it had been meant for Destiny’s benefit or for that of her friends or maybe even for Pete Forsythe’s ears.

  “Darling,” Richard prodded when she remained silent. “Ready?”

  Melanie nodded numbly. “Sure.”

  Not until they were outside in the cold night air waiting for the limo to reappear did she face him and demand, “What was that about?”

  “You mean the hasty exit?”

  “That and the hint that we had more fascinating ways to spend the evening? I thought we’d decided that was a bad message to be putting out there.”

  “You thought so. I don’t. Besides, this message was specifically for my aunt. We’ve agreed to that,” he said.

  Melanie wasn’t appeased. “You said it in front of witnesses, who are even now probably seeking out Forsythe to spill what they heard.”

  “I’m tired of worrying about him.”

  “You have to worry about him,” Melanie said impatiently. “You have to use the media to get your message across, not feed their appetite for intrigue. I thought you’d promised to listen to my advice.”

  “I did, which is why we got out of there, so I can listen to what you have to say and hear myself think.” He opened the door of the limo for her. “I’m starved. Why don’t we pick up someth
ing and take it back to your place?”

  Melanie frowned at the suggestion. “You’re not getting any crazy ideas of a personal nature, are you?”

  He laughed. “Several of them, to be honest, but I’ll settle for going over those résumés.”

  She shook her head. “You really know how to show a girl a good time.”

  “Before you get too huffy, wait till you see what I have in mind for takeout,” he said. “I guarantee you’ll like it better than the rubber chicken on the menu back there.”

  “If you say so,” she said, still not entirely convinced that he wasn’t up to no good.

  He settled Melanie in the limo, then went up front to have a private word with the driver. When he came back, he said, “He’ll drop us off, then bring back dinner.”

  Melanie knew she ought to be ecstatic that they were no longer under Destiny’s watchful eye and were far from Pete Forsythe’s speculative gaze. She ought to be even happier that they were actually going to talk business.

  Instead, all she could think about was how dangerous it was going to be for her to be alone with Richard with no one around to stop her if either one of them lost control of their apparently madcap hormones.

  “You’re going to want to change out of that dress before dinner,” Richard said the minute they walked into Melanie’s living room.

  She gave him a suspicious look. “Oh?”

  He grinned. “I’m not telling you to slip into something more comfortable,” he chided. “Though if that’s what you want to do, I won’t object. I have a particular fondness for women in satin and lace.”

  “Don’t get your hopes up,” she retorted. “I’m thinking a sweat suit.”

  To her surprise, he grinned. “Make it an old one.”

  “Why?”

  “That dinner I ordered doesn’t exactly mix with high fashion. Of course, if you want to live dangerously…” His voice trailed off.

  Melanie stared at him. She couldn’t quite get a fix on this oddly playful mood of his. “What on earth did you order?” she asked suspiciously.

  “It’s a surprise. I think you’ll be very happy.”

  “You don’t know enough about my taste in food to be able to make that claim,” she retorted.

  “Sure, I do.”

  “How?”

  “You have your resources. I have mine. Unless you intend to be totally stubborn, go change. I’ll fix us a drink. Do you have any red wine?”

  She actually had several bottles of the wine she knew he preferred. She was not proud of the fact that she’d gone out and bought them, hoping for an occasion like this.

  “There’s a wine rack in the kitchen,” she told him. “The selection’s hardly as extensive as what you must have, but there’s bound to be something there that will do.”

  Relieved to have him occupied, she fled to her room to change. She abandoned the baggy sweat suit idea—she did have some pride, after all—and settled for a comfortable pair of slim-fitting jeans and a becoming russet sweater.

  She was on her way back to the living room, when the doorbell rang. The chauffeur stood on the stoop with two huge insulated bags designed to keep carryout food hot. Melanie stared at the familiar logo on the bags, mouth gaping.

  “You ordered barbecue?” she asked as Richard came up behind her and took the bags. “From Ohio?”

  “Your assistant said you go into raptures every time you talk about it,” he said. “I figured I owed you something after canceling that meeting. I wanted to make you smile.” He studied her intently. “You’re not smiling yet.”

  “Give me a minute,” she said, still wrestling with the appearance of food from an Ohio restaurant on her doorstep as if it were being delivered around the corner. “When on earth did you talk to Becky?”

  “About twenty minutes before I had my secretary call and cancel the meeting. Once I spoke with Becky, I wanted to be sure I could pull this off before I had Winifred call you. I knew you’d be disappointed in me, and I wanted to make up for that.”

  “Oh, my God,” she whispered. No wonder Becky had been so worried earlier. She’d already spoken to Richard and knew he was planning this extravagant surprise. Becky also knew how Melanie was likely to react to a man who did something this totally unexpected and extraordinary.

  Richard studied her with a narrowed gaze. “You’re still not smiling. You do like this barbecue, right?”

  “It’s amazing,” she said. “It’s one of the things I miss most about home.”

  “That’s what Becky said.”

  “But for you to go to all this trouble,” she said, still stunned. “It must have cost a fortune to have this flown in.”

  “That’s what corporate jets are for. Next time, we’ll fly over and eat there. You can see your family.”

  Feeling totally dazed, Melanie turned around and walked past him. Until this instant she hadn’t comprehended what it meant to be a man like Richard Carlton, a man who could do something this outrageous on a whim. She’d been frightened by her growing feelings for him before. Now she was terrified. It would be way too easy to be seduced by grand gestures like this and forget all about the dangers of getting seriously involved with the man making them.

  She sat down at the kitchen table, picked up her glass of wine and took a careful sip to steady her nerves. Richard put the bags on the table, sat down opposite her and regarded her worriedly.

  “Are you upset about this? I thought I was doing something nice.”

  Melanie met his gaze and finally allowed herself a small smile. “You did. In fact, no one has ever done anything so incredibly sweet and nice and over-the-top for me before.”

  “Okay, I’ll confess I’m new to this. Is that a bad thing?” he asked.

  “It could be,” she admitted, her smile fading.

  “Why?”

  “It’s wildly seductive,” she said before she could censor herself.

  “Oh, really?” he said, clearly intrigued. “How seductive?”

  She gave him a scolding look. “Don’t even go there. I meant that I don’t know what to do with it.”

  He regarded her blankly. “Eat it. In fact, if the aroma coming out of these bags is anything to go by, that is definitely what we should do with it.”

  “I meant I don’t know how to handle a gesture like this,” she said impatiently. “It’s too much.”

  “It’s dinner.”

  “From Ohio! From my favorite restaurant, where I used to go with all my friends when we wanted to celebrate a special occasion.”

  “Would you have been happier if I’d brought in Chinese from down the block?”

  “Not happier,” she admitted. “But that would have made sense.”

  He reached for her hand, then pressed a kiss against her knuckles. “That would have been safe, that’s what you really mean, isn’t it? It would have been ordinary, acceptable, not scary.”

  She nodded slowly, trying not to notice that he was still holding her hand, that he was still sending shivers down her spine just with that touch.

  “Why are you so desperate to feel safe around me?”

  “Because we’re playing a game, Richard,” she said a little desperately. “That’s what we agreed to.”

  “And barbecue from Ohio changes the rules?”

  “Pretty much,” she said, afraid she was sounding both ungrateful and ridiculous.

  “Want me to throw it out?” he asked, picking up the bags.

  Reacting purely to the needy growling in her stomach that came with each whiff of the familiar food, she grabbed the bags away from him. “Don’t you dare. I don’t pretend to know why you really did this, but I want that barbecue.”

  He grinned. “Shall I get the napkins?”

  “Get lots of them, because this is not food that can be eaten neatly,” she said, opening the bags to find enough baby-back ribs, coleslaw, potato salad and corn bread to feed a half-dozen people. She looked at Richard incredulously. “Were you expecting company?”
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br />   “I figured if it was that good, you’d want leftovers.” He grinned. “Besides, Becky made me promise there would be some for her in return for her not telling you what I was up to.”

  Melanie shook her head. “If she can bamboozle you to make a deal like that, maybe I should send her out to negotiate our contracts from now on.”

  “I think you do okay on your own,” he told her.

  “Thank you.” She looked him over. “If you expect to have a prayer of staying clean, lose the tie, roll up your sleeves and tuck a napkin in your collar.”

  He grinned and did as she’d instructed. He immediately looked more casual, more relaxed…more seductive. Lord, give me strength, she prayed. “And thank you for this food,” she added aloud.

  Richard gave her a questioning look.

  “Just saying a little blessing before dinner,” she said.

  Judging from the amusement flickering in his eyes, she had a hunch he knew that was only a small part of what she’d been praying for.

  “Melanie?”

  “Hmm?” she murmured distractedly as she took her first bite of the tender, perfectly seasoned pork. She had to stop herself from moaning with pleasure.

  “Look at me,” Richard commanded.

  She met his gaze and nearly shuddered at the heat she saw there. “What?”

  “Fair warning. I usually do safe and I usually do ordinary, but you seem to inspire me to go beyond that.”

  She swallowed hard and nodded. “Yes, I think I get that now.” Heaven help her.

  Chapter Eleven

  Richard was not the least bit surprised to find Destiny waiting for him when he arrived at his office the next morning. He’d known that her curiosity would get the better of her. It was not every night that he slipped out of a major social event attended by business and political leaders to be with a woman. He’d calculated the effect before he’d done it. That one move alone was going to convince his aunt he was serious about Melanie.

  Unfortunately, the fact that it had started as a game to get Destiny to back off was beginning to get a little fuzzy in his head. At some point last night, things had turned serious, at least for him. Until he understood why that was, he was going to be doing a delicate balancing act between convincing Destiny the romance was real and assuring Melanie that it was not. Damn, but subterfuge was complicated. That’s why he’d spent his life avoiding it, in business and in his personal life.