Daisy was magnificent: cheeks flaring with colour, big brown eyes flashing a fierce challenge at him. He remembered how her soft, feminine curves had felt when he was carrying her.
An answer came to him.
âIâll give you a job,â Ethan said.
Her eyes widened in astonishment, then narrowed with suspicion. âWhat as? Your cleaning lady?â
There was a huge appeal in that imageâDaisy on her hands and knees, scrubbing his floors, her perky bottom swaying with the action. But he knew he was dead if he suggested it.
âIf I have to clean floors, I will, but they wonât be yours,â she vowed rebelliously.
âHow about housekeeper?â
The fight in her eyes wavered into a sea of vulnerable uncertaintyâthe need for no break in her money-chain warring with a mountain of doubts about what she might be getting into by putting herself in his power.
âAre you serious?â she asked huskily.
âYes.â
Once theyâd settled on a meeting at the house at eight oâclock on Monday morning of the next week, she took her leave of him, very firmly, and Ethan let her go, watching the seductive swish of her bottom, content with the thought heâd be seeing a lot more of Daisy Donohue in the very near future.
He was looking forward to it.
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âDARLING, can you save me?â
Daisy Donohue froze. Lynda Twiggleyâs distinctive drawl was unmistakeable. It pierced the general buzz of conversation from the celebrity crowd and shot a bolt of alarm down Daisyâs spine. If there was any saving to be done, as Lyndaâs PA, she had to do it, fast and effectively, or be lashed by her employerâs sharp tongue for dereliction of duty.
She snapped into action, swinging around to find the source of the problem. The VIP marquee seemed packed with tall people. A bevy of Australiaâs top models had been flown in to add glamour to the event, which certainly wasnât known as the Magic Millions for nothing. Everyone here was either loaded with or associated with big money and they expected everything to be perfect for them. Especially her employer.
Being only of average height, and wearing sensible low-heeled shoes for all the toing and froing her work demanded today, Daisy stretched up on tiptoe, trying to spot the spray of royal-blue feathers that sprouted from Lyndaâs much-prized and hideously expensive Neil Grigg hat. A few tell-tale blue arrowheads placed her target near the open bar where there shouldnât be a problem. She had already checked there were ample cases of French champagne and every other choice of drink available. Had there been some spillage on Lyndaâs blue silk designer outfit?
Bad, bad, bad, Daisy thought in a burst of panic, quickly elbowing her way through the millionaire melee, wondering how she was going to fix some unfixable stain. Her hammering heart was intensely relieved when she arrived on the scene and found her employer working hard at currying the favour of a man. But not just any man. As recognition hit, her heart started hammering all over again for a multitude of reasons.
This was the man reputed to have saved the richest people in Australia from suffering any nasty fall-out from the current global financial crisisâEthan Cartwright, the whiz-kid financier who had foreseen the crash and diverted all the big cash to enterprises that would always return a profit, even in a recession.
Daisy stopped dead behind Lyndaâs shoulder and stared at him, a riot of emotions hitting her hardâanger, resentment, a wild hostility at the terrible injustice of the rich getting richer while the poor got poorer, especially her parents who were trapped in a debt they could no longer service. This man, above all others, represented that miserable situation.
Sheâd read about him, seen photographs of him, but what made her inner turmoil more savage was how stunningly handsome he really was in the flesh. The thick, wavy, black hair, twinkling green eyes, a strong male face that didnât have one unpleasing feature capping a tall, perfectly proportioned physique which carried the perfectly tailored suit he wore with distinctionâ¦it was so wickedly unfair! The man had absolutely everything! She doubly resented the fact that he had a sexual impact on her. And no doubt on every woman who was subjected to his power-packed presence.
It was highly disconcerting when he suddenly shifted his attention from Lynda Twiggley to shoot a quizzical look over her shoulder straight at Daisy. Had he