“Well, hello, little miss!” I jumped up, picking her up. She leant her head against my shoulder and rubbed her eyes.
I walked back into the house with her. The mansion in Toorak that was my home. Of sorts. I glanced at it with fresh eyes.
Finn’s fiancée. Lilah’s stepmother-to-be.
I looked again at the framed photo of the family, back when they had been one. Erin gazing at her daughter adoringly. Finn happy and laughing. Lilah the centre of their universe.
What would Erin think, of me pretending to be Finn’s fiancée? Would she understand? Would she be smiling down benevolently upon us, barracking for Finn to keep their daughter by whatever means available? Would she get that I would be doing it for the money?
Or would she shake her head despairingly, wonder what had got into her reckless husband and how on earth sensible, level headed nanny Amber had let herself be talked into such a crazy scenario?
We would never know, would we? Erin was gone. And Finn was fighting for what was left of his family.
As soon as that thought entered my brain, I knew what my decision was.
Finn
It was raining and dark that night when I put my key in the lock and turned it, wiping my feet on the door mat before I entered.
Lilah would be in bed by now. I was insistent about a regular bed time for her, wanted little to change since Erin’s death. As much of the routine and structure she had when her mother was alive, the better. Amber understood that, and followed most of my instructions to a tee.
Amber. She would be in her rooms by now, watching television. It was her normal routine. I walked into the main living room, pouring myself a scotch on the rocks. My favorite after work drink. Erin would often have one waiting for me as I walked into the house. Then she would give me a shoulder massage, right here on this sofa.
But tonight, it was dark in the room, and there was no drink waiting. I took my jacket off, shaking drops of rain from it, and loosened my tie. I turned at a noise behind me.
It was Amber, standing there in her dressing gown.
I did a double take.
Her hair was hanging in soft waves around her face. I could see her bare legs poking out from where the dressing gown ended. It was a light chenille, lavender in color. She looked unbearably sexy, without even trying. I swallowed the scotch, roughly. It burned my throat on the way down.
“Sorry to disturb you.” She spoke softly.
“You’re not disturbing me, Amber.” Or rather, she was, but in a way I couldn’t explain to her. “Is it Lilah? Everything okay?”
“Everything’s fine.” She sat down on the sofa. “Don’t worry. I just thought that I should tell you, sooner rather than later. I’ve decided to accept your proposal.”
I looked at her. “Really? That’s fantastic!” I got up and went to the drinks cabinet, pouring myself another and then looking at her. “Would you like a scotch? To celebrate.”
Her eyes widened. “Okay, but I don’t usually drink brown spirits. Wine is usually more my speed.”
“Don’t have any,” I said. “Or rather, it’s all in the cellar. I can’t be bothered going down there now.”
“Scotch will do just fine,” she said, quickly. I poured the drink, then handed it to her, sitting opposite.
“What made you decide?”
She took the drink, sipping it. “The money, I guess. You know how much I need it. But there was something else, as well.”
I raised an eyebrow to her. “Such as?”
She paused. “I thought about what you said about keeping Lilah. I understand how much she means to you, Finn. Especially after what happened.” She glanced down, searching for words. “I think she should stay with you, and I want to help you keep her.”
“Thank you,” I said. I took a gulp of my second scotch. I was starting to feel it hitting my bloodstream.
Her dressing gown had fallen forward slightly, exposing the top of her breasts to my view. I didn’t know whether it was the scotch, but it looked as fine a sight as I had seen in a long, long time.
She caught me looking. She sat back, covering herself. An awkward silence stretched on.
“So.” I jumped to my feet, finding my briefcase. “Here is the contract. I had it speedily prepared this afternoon, just in case.” I took it out, along with a ball point pen. I handed both to her.
“Wow.” She picked up the papers, leafing through them. “Can you give me a minute?”
“Sure.” I sat back down, sipping the scotch. She read through the contract, quickly. The she glanced up at me.
“All good?” I asked.
“Yes, it all seems to be in order,” she said. “Everything that we discussed is in there.” She picked up the pen and signed it with a flourish.
I walked over to her, extending my hand. “Let’s shake on it then, Amber.”
She took my hand, and we shook. I tried to ignore the sparks that were shooting through me at her touch. Her eyes widened, too.
“What happens now?” she asked, a little breathlessly.
“I will get in contact with the Morgan’s tomorrow,” I answered. “Informing them of my engagement and how things have stabilised for Lilah. Hopefully they will accept it. And…”
She looked at me, a little shyly. The perimeters of our relationship had suddenly shifted, and I could see she was unsure how to proceed.
“And?”
“I think we will need to come out as a couple,” I continued. “I will put the engagement in the Saturday papers, but for now, we need to be seen.” I coughed.
She raised her eyebrows.
“Dinner, tomorrow night,” I said. “I will make reservations for us. Somewhere that I know a lot of people go. That will start the ball rolling – this city lives on gossip.”
“You’re taking me out for dinner?”
“Yes. Be ready to leave around seven. I’ll get a babysitter for Lilah for the night.”
She stood up. “Okay, then…well, good night.” She stood awkwardly.
I walked up to her, kissing her on the cheek. “Good night, fiancée.”
She looked a bit shocked at the kiss, quickly walking out of the room.
I watched her leave. Amber, the nanny. So sexy in her dressing gown. My mind was afire, trying to imagine what she wore underneath. A nightie? Lingerie? Nothing?
I could feel my loins hardening at the thought. Imagine slowly stripping her of the dressing gown, to reveal what was underneath…
I shook my head. Focus. I needed to focus. This was purely for business. It had just been so long since I held a woman in my arms. That was all.
Amber
I gazed out over the city skyline, pinching myself that I was here.
The most exclusive restaurant in Melbourne, at the Rialto Towers in the city. Suffice to say, I hadn’t graced its revered floors before. Whenever I had the time to go out and explore, I had eaten downmarket. Pizza on the Esplanade at St Kilda, or donor kebabs on Brunswick Street in Fitzroy. An afterthought to exploring the streets, and shopping, of course.
Finn had been true to his word, arriving home early from the office so that we could get to the restaurant in time. He had walked into the house, carrying a shopping bag from one of the most exclusive boutiques on Toorak Road. I recognised it, because Erin often used to shop there.
“Here you go,” he had said, thrusting the bag at me. “Call it an engagement present. As my fiancée, you must look the part. It should fit.”
I had peered into the bag, only seeing a flash of red. Dear God, what was he expecting me to wear?
“So, this isn’t right?” I indicated my pretty floral frock. It was the dressiest thing I had brought with me from the States. Like I said, I hadn’t really painted the town red since I had arrived.
He smiled, cocking his head to the side. “It would be right for a picnic,” he said. “Not quite the thing for an exclusive restaurant, though. Go on, take it out of the bag and have a look.”
I opene
d the bag, taking out the dress. I almost dropped it onto the floor as if it were a hot potato. It was red, all right. Fire engine red, cut low. Pure silk. I looked at the label – one of the top end Australian designers.
Then I looked at the price tag. “Wowsers,” I breathed. “This is more than my monthly salary.”
Finn smiled again. “You are my fiancée, now. You must look the part. I think we should take you shopping for a few more items.” He looked at his Hugo Boss ion plated watch. “You should go and put it on, Amber. Time’s ticking.”
I took my cue, walking back to my bedroom. The dress felt like magic on me, the silk caressing my skin like no other fabric I had ever worn. He had got the fit right, too. How had he known? Had he riffled through the washing machine?
I looked at myself in my full-length mirror, feeling unsure. It was way classier than anything I had ever worn, and sexy, to boot. I didn’t recognise the woman staring back at me. Nervously, I walked back out. He was looking through some papers, frowning. The man seemed to never stop working.
He looked up, and his eyes widened.
I blushed. I felt so exposed, standing there like a store mannequin in a shop window. It was all I could do to stop myself running back to my bedroom, saying this had all been a huge mistake.
“You look stunning,” he said now, still staring. “I think you were born to wear that dress, Amber.”
I smiled, a little uncertainly. He was being sweet, of course, but I didn’t believe a word he said. He was merely being polite because he felt he had to be. Finn was a gentleman. The next thing we were climbing into the Lamborghini, whizzing off into the night.
Now I was looking through the menu, trying not to gag at the prices. I looked up at Finn.
“This is ridiculous,” I said. “I’ve got no idea what half of this food is. You might have to order for me.”
“My pleasure,” he said. “I do like educating on the finer things in life.” He smiled. I felt the smile hit me right in the middle of my solar plexus. God, he was an attractive man.
I could feel the eyes of several people in the restaurant on us. It wasn’t just that Finn was so dashing and handsome. He was a billionaire, well known on the Australian social circuit. He had said hello to several people on the way in, introducing me as his fiancée. People had looked a bit shocked when he said that. I had smiled, nervously, but hadn’t said much.
“You’re engaged?” One older society matron had breathed, lifting her bejewelled hand to her mouth in shock. “Oh Finn!” She had looked me over, assessing. “Well, I suppose it has been six months since Erin left us. So shocking.”
I felt like I was being paraded. How did I measure up? Not extremely well, judging by the hard looks in the eyes of the women, especially. I could see they thought I was a gold digger, a young hussy clawing her way to the top.
I sipped my expensive champagne. Finn ordered for us, and then we looked at each other. What would we talk about? We had to act as if we were a couple in love. I could feel us being watched.
“Hard day at the office?” I asked, then could have kicked myself. How trite.
But he laughed. “No more than any other,” he stated. “What about yours? Was Lilah a little terror today?”
“She’s never a terror,” I said. It was true. Lilah might sulk every now and then, but she was a well behaved little girl. She rarely threw tantrums. Surprising, considering she was the daughter of a billionaire. But then, Erin had been a firm mother, never over indulging her.
I shouldn’t have thought of Erin. But now, it seemed she filled the room, her presence overtaking it. Erin would have been at home, here. She had been every inch the designer wife, with fancy hair appointments and hosting society luncheons. But she had also run her own business. She hadn’t been a bored trophy wife, sitting at home all day awaiting presents.
How could I compete with that?
Oh, I knew Finn wasn’t comparing us. This was a business arrangement for him, after all. But everyone else would be. Everyone who believed that we were a real couple, and that I was in line to be the next Mrs Ormond.
This was way more complicated than I had thought. Had I really done this? Part of me was wishing I could tear up that contract and hit the ground running. But it was too late, now. I had been introduced as Finn’s fiancée. The town gossips would already have put the word out.
“Amber?”
I looked up at him. I had been lost in thought.
“I have to do this,” he said, reaching into his jacket pocket.
He held a small, black box. Oh, no. Was it what I thought it was?
Finn
She looked like she had been slapped across the face. I frowned. She had to have suspected. Maybe I should have mentioned it, got her ready for it. Too late, now. I reached across and took her hand.
“I have something for you,” I whispered. I opened the box. Inside was the nine-carat diamond ring I had got my secretary to buy for me that day, from the most exclusive jewellers in the city.
She gasped. The damn thing was so dazzling, it caught every light in the restaurant, shining like a star. I took it out and put it on her finger, making sure it was the right one.
She looked down at it, turning it this way and that. Then she looked up at me. I was astounded to see tears glimmering in her eyes.
“I don’t know if I can do this,” she whispered. “It just seems…wrong, somehow. You should be handing this to a woman that you love.”
My eyes widened. Amber, a romantic?
I could feel people’s eyes on us, watching the moment. Which is what I had intended, of course. But now, I felt like I wanted to rush her out of this place, find a little park bench somewhere. Hand this to her in private.
What was wrong with me? This was a public show. For reasons we both had agreed upon. I got up, walking over to her, and knelt beside her chair. I looked at her, then grabbed her head, pulling it towards me. My lips found hers.
I could vaguely hear clapping in the background, but it was faint. The touch of her soft lips was undoing me. I deepened the kiss, exploring her mouth. The kiss was so sexy I felt like I could have stayed that way forever, awkwardly leaning over her in the most exclusive restaurant in Melbourne.
She broke it, suddenly. She moved back from me, her eyes dazed. It took all my strength not to grab her again, continue exploring that sweet mouth for eternity. With difficulty, I smiled, returning to my seat. I acknowledged the clapping, awkwardly.
Amber was staring at me. “You never said you were going to do that.”
“I’m sorry,” I said. “But I felt like the moment deserved it. I have just given you an engagement ring, after all. People would think it odd if we didn’t show some emotion.”
“Emotion? Yes, well.” She looked down, trying to compose herself. “Finn, I’m finding this really hard. It’s been so quick, and I’m feeling a bit overwhelmed.” She paused. “Do you think we can leave?”
I looked at her. She was trembling. “Of course,” I said. “I will let the waiter know to cancel our order. People will just think we want to be alone…” I trailed off.
I stood up, going behind her to pull out her chair. She grabbed her handbag, and we left. She didn’t speak at all on the trip home. She stared out the car window, as we drove past the famous clocks at Flinders Street Station, veered onto St Kilda Road and finally made our way through the tree lined streets of Toorak.
I glanced at her, worried, as we pulled up. Was she thinking of reneging on our deal? We walked into the house, turning on the lights. I paid the babysitter, and then we were alone.
She turned on me. “You should have told me you were going to do all that!”
“I’m sorry,” I said. “I thought you were aware of the charade that we were going to play. I did choose that restaurant deliberately.”
She looked upset. “I just don’t know if I can do this, Finn,” she said, slowly.
I took her hand. “I promise I will inform you when I am going t
o do major things. Like giving you an engagement ring.” I paused. “Like kissing you.”
She looked at me, lips trembling. The air was suddenly filled with tension so electric I wouldn’t have been surprised to see the room sparking.
“Can I kiss you, again?” I murmured. I stood close to her, so close I could see the flecks of yellow in her brown eyes and the curl of her eyelashes.
She looked so devastatingly sexy in that red dress. I knew it would suit her. And it fitted her like a glove, clinging to her curves. She turned her face up towards me, and then it happened. Again.
A long, slow kiss, exploring each other. I was struck again by how soft her lips were, like velvet. Suddenly, an intense bolt of desire forked through me, making me grab her, clutching her to me like she was the last life boat in a stormy sea.
I could feel her shaking, desire flooding through her. I found her breasts, kneading them frantically. She broke away, looking at me, dazed.
“I really don’t understand what is going on here,” she whispered.
I ran a hand through my hair. I didn’t understand, either. I just knew that in that moment, I wanted her more than anything else on this earth.
“I’m sorry,” I said, for the second time that night.
She looked at me sadly, walking to her bedroom. “Good night, Finn.”
“Good night,” I answered. It took all my effort not to follow her, grab her and fling her across her bed. Claiming her.
Jesus, what was happening? This was supposed to be a business arrangement.
It could only work if it was. No one knew how these things could work out, or not work out. We could sleep together and it might be a big mistake on both sides. And then it would jeopardise the whole arrangement. That couldn’t happen.
I had to keep a lid on this thing between us. It was the only way.
Amber
“Amber! Look! Look!”
The little girl was pointing excitedly out the window, craning her neck so that the straps on her car seat extended dangerously.
I smiled at Lilah. “Lilah bear, sit back,” I said. “Yes, I know, it’s the sea! Isn’t it beautiful?”
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