Georgiana. She could use a sturdy shoulder to lean on.”
Before either of them could reply, she pivoted sharply and glided off with a whirl of maroon tulle and gardenia perfume. Georgiana’s cheeks were bright red. The implication that she couldn’t manage her life hung heavy in the air.
Robert lifted her chin with a warm finger. “She didn’t mean anything by it. She was raised to believe that a woman needed a man’s support to be complete. Given the suddenness of your father’s death, I’d say you’ve done a remarkable job of stepping in his shoes.”
She blinked back tears. “That’s a lie, but thank you.” She squeezed his arm and swallowed heavily. “She was right about one thing, though. Your father has missed you. You’re all he can talk about for days after your phone calls. He reads me every email you send, even if it’s just a summary of the latest meeting or benefit. He may complain about seeing you in the tabloids, but if you look in the safe in his bedroom you’ll find a copy of each article.”
Robert froze as she continued to tease him about his latest exploit. His father’s heart attack had shaken up the Board of Directors, but it had also startled him into reflection. His days playing the footloose, rich bachelor were at an end. It was time for him to give into the growing urge to settle down and continue the legacy his parents had started. He needed someone who fit into his world, someone he enjoyed spending time with, someone who understood him.
Someone like Georgiana.
He wasn’t in love with her, but there was camaraderie. Camaraderie could lead to affection. They were social and intellectual equals; rekindling their once-close friendship would be the first step to building a firm foundation for marriage. She got along with his father, and his board would see her as a stabilizing force in his life. Convincing her they were well suited would be difficult, but he thrived on challenges.
“Incoming.”
Georgiana’s low whisper jolted Robert out of his musings. The puff of hot breath against his ear sent an unexpected, potent bolt of lust straight through him. Lack of physical attraction obviously wasn’t going to be an obstacle. He looked up in time to see Prask stalking towards them.
“Robert.” Prask jerked his head up and down in greeting before turning to Georgiana. His thin lips curved into an oily smile. “Georgiana.”
“Prask.” Robert’s voice was cold and hard. It was a tone that inspired fear in his competitors. He fought the urge to tuck Georgiana under his arm. Any sign of possession would ruffle her feathers; he didn’t want to give Prask anything to gossip about.
“I’ve left you two voice messages, Georgiana.” Prask ignored Robert and focused on Georgiana. His dark eyes slithered down to a point under her jaw and slightly above her waist.
“I have been busy, Prask.” Georgiana shifted, pulled her shoulders back. Prask’s gleaming eyes lifted to her face. She pasted on a smile. “Besides, you know all my appointments have to go through Yvonne.”
Rather than explode as expected, Prask merely chuckled. “There are more ways to get what I want than you think. You can’t hide behind that ball-busting bitch, and I refuse to allow you to ignore me for much longer. I’m not a patient man. I won’t go away, Georgiana.”
Once Prask was out of earshot, Georgiana let out a weary sigh. “Unfortunately, he has a point.” The sharp pain in the back of her skull had returned with a vengeance. “He wants my company, and he’s not one to let go of something that he wants.”
Robert’s flinty eyes were like lasers on Prask’s back. He would have to keep a close eye on Prask’s interactions with Georgiana. The way he leered at her was infuriating. “Neither am I.”
Chapter Three:
“Are you staying at Dan’s or at a hotel?” Georgiana asked,