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‘Three hundred. Two hundred and ninety-nine. Two hundred and ninety-bloody-eight...’
After two rounds she was back in control.
She stalked to the bathroom and shoved a glass under the cold water tap, ran the rim over her forehead. ‘Go to hell with your stupid list, and leave me alone.’
She stared at her reflection in the mirror, at her dishevelled hair and bruised lips, so unused to kissing. The telltale misty eyes that told her she’d been on a hiding to nothing. No way would she allow a man to disrupt the life she’d made for herself. No way would she fall under the spell of yet another gold-digger, or plain outright liar.
The kiss had been a minor slip. Straightening her shoulders as she scrubbed make-up remover over her cheeks she talked sense to herself. ‘Daniella Danatello, you are a good person. You have not failed. One smoking-hot kiss does not mean you have no self-control.’
One smoking-hot kiss would not change the fact that men were off limits.
One smoking-hot kiss did not break her father’s celibacy rule.
One smoking-hot kiss... But damn, it had been good.
CHAPTER FIVE
‘S O , SPILL THE goss. What’s Dr Delicious like to work with? Soooo cute.’ Desere sighed, and checked herself in the gaudy gilt-edged hotel bathroom mirror as she applied the glossiest red lipstick Dani had ever seen.
Dani deflected the conversation away from Zac. With a bit of luck Desere wouldn’t notice. ‘Nice lippy. Suits you.’
‘Gorgeous, isn’t it? Freebie from Fashion Week.’ Her sister waved the lipstick in front of Dani’s face. All thoughts of previous conversations clearly evaporated at the mention of make-up. ‘Only twenty in the whole country and the waiting list is huge. You should put your name down.’
‘Hmm. I can wait.’
Desere smoothed down her two-sizes-too-small tee and checked her sprayed-on snakeskin jeans-clad backside from all angles. ‘Ohmygod, this lighting is a disaster. I look terrible.’
Dani tried to mould her frown into a saintly smile. But failed, badly. Why did everything have to revolve around how her sister looked and not what she did? But then what did Desere do, apart from smile and preen in designer dresses and do her father’s bidding? Desere made vacuous an art form. Thankfully. At least now Zac was lost somewhere in the empty corners of her sister’s brain. ‘Deanna, you look amazing. As always.’
‘And you could too. If only you’d make an effort. Look at that tracksuit. So shapeless.’ She unzipped Dani’s top to expose a bit of cleavage. ‘Doesn’t show off your best assets. Next year we’ll get Luigi to design the team outfit’he’d know how to work it for you. Now, we need to get going.’
‘I don’t need assets when I’m working and I need to be comfortable on a team-bonding trip...wait...’ Dani zipped her top up to her chin, then held up her finger. ‘ We need to get going?’ Reality seeped into her muddled head. Thinking straight since Zac’s kiss two days ago had been almost impossible. For some reason every time she found herself next to him in the treatment room she wanted to add things to his stupid list. ‘Firstly, wives and girlfriends are supposed to be banned from the hotel. And secondly, you’re dressed... down . You didn’t just drop by to say hello to me, did you? You’re coming with us? On the helicopter sky tour and the jet-boat ride?’ She struggled to control the irritation. Typical Desere to muscle in on the perks of the job. When would she stop interfering in her life?
‘Daddy wanted all his girls here to up the wow factor for the media coverage. It’s our last chance before you go into closed camp in Rotorua tomorrow. So, I guess you could say I’m working too.’ She smiled the famous Desere Danatello smile, slightly tilted jaw, perfect teeth and come-to-bed eyes. The spontaneous look she’d spent years perfecting. ‘We can’t all indulge ourselves with a little profession. Some of us need to
‘Three hundred. Two hundred and ninety-nine. Two hundred and ninety-bloody-eight...’
After two rounds she was back in control.
She stalked to the bathroom and shoved a glass under the cold water tap, ran the rim over her forehead. ‘Go to hell with your stupid list, and leave me alone.’
She stared at her reflection in the mirror, at her dishevelled hair and bruised lips, so unused to kissing. The telltale misty eyes that told her she’d been on a hiding to nothing. No way would she allow a man to disrupt the life she’d made for herself. No way would she fall under the spell of yet another gold-digger, or plain outright liar.
The kiss had been a minor slip. Straightening her shoulders as she scrubbed make-up remover over her cheeks she talked sense to herself. ‘Daniella Danatello, you are a good person. You have not failed. One smoking-hot kiss does not mean you have no self-control.’
One smoking-hot kiss would not change the fact that men were off limits.
One smoking-hot kiss did not break her father’s celibacy rule.
One smoking-hot kiss... But damn, it had been good.
CHAPTER FIVE
‘S O , SPILL THE goss. What’s Dr Delicious like to work with? Soooo cute.’ Desere sighed, and checked herself in the gaudy gilt-edged hotel bathroom mirror as she applied the glossiest red lipstick Dani had ever seen.
Dani deflected the conversation away from Zac. With a bit of luck Desere wouldn’t notice. ‘Nice lippy. Suits you.’
‘Gorgeous, isn’t it? Freebie from Fashion Week.’ Her sister waved the lipstick in front of Dani’s face. All thoughts of previous conversations clearly evaporated at the mention of make-up. ‘Only twenty in the whole country and the waiting list is huge. You should put your name down.’
‘Hmm. I can wait.’
Desere smoothed down her two-sizes-too-small tee and checked her sprayed-on snakeskin jeans-clad backside from all angles. ‘Ohmygod, this lighting is a disaster. I look terrible.’
Dani tried to mould her frown into a saintly smile. But failed, badly. Why did everything have to revolve around how her sister looked and not what she did? But then what did Desere do, apart from smile and preen in designer dresses and do her father’s bidding? Desere made vacuous an art form. Thankfully. At least now Zac was lost somewhere in the empty corners of her sister’s brain. ‘Deanna, you look amazing. As always.’
‘And you could too. If only you’d make an effort. Look at that tracksuit. So shapeless.’ She unzipped Dani’s top to expose a bit of cleavage. ‘Doesn’t show off your best assets. Next year we’ll get Luigi to design the team outfit’he’d know how to work it for you. Now, we need to get going.’
‘I don’t need assets when I’m working and I need to be comfortable on a team-bonding trip...wait...’ Dani zipped her top up to her chin, then held up her finger. ‘ We need to get going?’ Reality seeped into her muddled head. Thinking straight since Zac’s kiss two days ago had been almost impossible. For some reason every time she found herself next to him in the treatment room she wanted to add things to his stupid list. ‘Firstly, wives and girlfriends are supposed to be banned from the hotel. And secondly, you’re dressed... down . You didn’t just drop by to say hello to me, did you? You’re coming with us? On the helicopter sky tour and the jet-boat ride?’ She struggled to control the irritation. Typical Desere to muscle in on the perks of the job. When would she stop interfering in her life?
‘Daddy wanted all his girls here to up the wow factor for the media coverage. It’s our last chance before you go into closed camp in Rotorua tomorrow. So, I guess you could say I’m working too.’ She smiled the famous Desere Danatello smile, slightly tilted jaw, perfect teeth and come-to-bed eyes. The spontaneous look she’d spent years perfecting. ‘We can’t all indulge ourselves with a little profession. Some of us need to
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