Ivy took the glass of champagne he was holding for her. „It.s Friday
night,. she reminded him. „Wouldn.t all the restaurants that serve superb
meals be fully booked?.
„There.s not a maître d. in Sydney who wouldn.t find a table for me,. he
answered, with supreme arrogance.
She sipped the champagne, felt the fizz go to her head, promoting the
urge to be reckless. „All right,. she said slowly. „I will have dinner with
you..
A treacherous tingle of anticipation invaded Ivy.s entire body. She
didn.t wait to hear him make arrangements, pretending it was irrelevant
to her whether or not he secured a table for the promised dinner.
Undoubtedly he would. Jordan Powell could probably buy his way into
anything, any time at all.
But he couldn.t buy her.
About the Author
Initially a French/English teacher, EMMA DARCY changed careers to
computer programming before the happy demands of marriage and
motherhood. Very much a people person, and always interested in
relationships, she finds the world of romance fiction a thrilling one, and
the challenge of creating her own cast of characters very addictive.
HIDDEN
MISTRESS,
PUBLIC WIFE
EMMA DARCY
www.millsandboon.co.uk
CHAPTER ONE
„THE Valentino king of rose-giving is on the loose again,. Heather Gale
remarked, swinging around from her computer chair to grin at Ivy. „He.s
just ordered the sticky date and ginger fudge with the three dozen red
roses to go to his current woman. That.s his goodbye signature. Take it
from me. She.s just been crossed out of his little black book..
Ivy Thornton rolled her eyes over her sales manager.s salacious interest
in Jordan Powell.s playboy activities. Ivy had met him once, very briefly
at her mother.s last gallery exhibition of her paintings. That had been
two years ago, soon after her father had died and she.d been coming to
grips with running the rose farm without his guidance.
Much to her mother.s disgust, she.d worn jeans to the showing,
completely disinterested in competing with the socialites who attended
such events. For some perverse reason Jordan Powell had asked to be
introduced to her, which had displeased her mother, having to own up to
a daughter who had made no effort to look stunningly presentable.
There.d been curious interest in his eyes, probably because she didn.t fit
