скачать книгу бесплатно
Alan lifted his chin. “There’s Claude over by the balcony talking to the attorney general.”
Melanie followed the direction of Alan’s gaze and spotted Claude. Perhaps it was the timing, a sixth sense or kismet, but he turned his head in her direction at the very moment she focused on him.
A sudden rush like that feeling you get in the pit of your stomach when the roller coaster drops down from its highest point at breakneck speed swept through her. Air shot up from her lungs and lodged in the center of her chest. His eyes, as dark and mysterious as the edge of the universe, held her in place. The barest hint of a smile teased his mouth and her before he gave her an imperceptible nod and turned back to his conversation.
Claude Montgomery was a standout in any room. There was a commanding air about him, a swagger that amplified his deep chocolate skin, broad chest and long legs. Wearing an Armani tux, Claude Montgomery was damn-near edible. He was a shoe-in for Idris Elba’s better-looking brother. Whoever was lucky enough to land him was in for a treat—at least in the looks department. She’d have a better idea once they did his profile. In the meantime she needed to regain her composure and quit imagining herself naked in his bed.
“Come on. I’ll introduce you,” Alan said, oblivious to the shift in her world that had just taken place.
The last time Melanie was nervous about meeting a man was in fifth grade when she got called into Principal Harrison’s office for starting a hunger strike in the lunchroom to protest the lousy food. That was a long time ago. But she hadn’t forgotten the racing pulse, wobbly knees and damp palms.
As they approached, the conversation drew to an end when the attorney general was pulled away by his wife.
Claude deposited his empty glass on the tray of a passing waiter. His broad smile was in full effect as he extended his hand to Alan.
“Good to see you, Al,” he said, shaking his hand heartily while slapping him on the back with the other.
They both turned to Melanie and there was that look again that seemed to suck her into his soul.
“Claude, this is my sister Melanie. Mel, Claude Montgomery.”
The seas parted and disappeared into the background. It was only the two of them waiting to cross that great divide.
Melanie reacted first. “Alan has been singing your praises,” she said, extending her hand toward him.
Claude took her slender fingers in his hand and brought them to his lips. He placed a feather-like kiss on the back of her hand. “Your reputation precedes you,” he said, his voice low and throbbing like distant thunder.
“I do hope that’s a good thing,” she said forcing herself not to concentrate on the currents of electricity that shot up and down her arm.
“Most definitely. Can I get you a drink?”
“Thank you. Yes.”
He raised his hand and signaled for a waiter, who was at their side almost instantly. He plucked a glass of champagne from the tray and handed it to her.
“Thank you.” She took a tiny sip. “Alan says you’re chief of staff for Senator Lawson. I’m surprised we haven’t met before.”
“I try to stay away from these shindigs whenever possible,” he said with a gleam in his eyes. Melanie grinned.
“I’ll let you two get acquainted. I’m going to look for my son and company,” Alan pressed Melanie’s shoulder and walked off.
“So, Alan tells me that you are the consummate matchmaker.”
Melanie lowered her gaze for a moment. “That’s the rumor,” she answered, her tone teasing. “And I understand that you may be interested in our services.”
Claude drew in a long breath. “I’ve been considering it for a while now,” he said, the levity gone from his voice. “My job takes up a great deal of my time and I believe I’m reaching the point where I’d like to come home to more than paperwork, my BlackBerry and cognac.”
Hmm, he likes cognac. A man with taste.
“I see. Believe me, I totally understand. If I didn’t know better I’d think I was talking to my brother.”
Claude chuckled. “I don’t think Alan will ever settle down again. He lives and breathes his job.”
“Tell me, what type of woman are you looking for?”
His deep gaze played across her face, like the sun warming the earth, and something stirred inside of her.
“There you are.”
They turned in unison to see Senator Lawson come up beside them.
“Melanie. Melanie Harte?”
Melanie beamed. “How are you Bradford?”
He captured her in a hug. “I had no idea you’d be here. What a pleasant surprise.”
“It’s good to see you, too.”
“I knew her grandmother, God rest her sweet soul. I watched this little lady grow up. Her grandmother introduced me to my late wife Louisa and the rest is history,” he ended with a wistful chuckle. He lowered his voice. “I understand you took over the business.”
Melanie nodded. “I did, along with my nieces and nephew.”
“Wonderful! We’ll have to talk before the night is over. I want you to meet my son Rafe.” He looked around. “If you’ll excuse me, I want to catch Senator Morgan before he tries to slip out.” He lightly bussed Melanie’s cheek. “Don’t leave before we talk.”
“I won’t,” she promised, squeezing his hand.
The newest Supreme Court justice walked by and waved at Melanie.
“Congratulations,” Melanie mouthed.
“Call me,” she said in return before being swept into a crowd of senators vying for her attention.
“You travel in lofty circles,” Claude said, finishing off his drink.
“My grandmother and then my mother traveled in these circles all their lives. They made sure that I knew everyone that they did. I really don’t think about it much. It’s part of my life, which happens to help with the business that I’m in. I’m totally unimpressed by status and celebrity at this point. Once you strip that all away, the real person emerges. That’s who I want to get to know. And most of them, once you get beyond their public personas, they’re just regular folks with the same wants, needs, flaws and fears as everyone else. They simply have the money and the power to hide it better than the rest.”
“Point taken.” He paused a moment. “So what do you see beneath my layer?”
She looked up into his eyes. Her heart suddenly thumped. “That’s what we’ll have to find out. Won’t we?”
“You’ve been monopolizing this beautiful woman all night, Claude.”
Claude turned to his left. “Rafe. Your father was just looking for you.”
Rafe chuckled and his light-brown eyes sparkled in the light. “I’m sure he was,” he murmured, the hint of his Louisiana accent seeping through. He stepped closer and zeroed in on Melanie. “Raford Lawson,” he said, taking her hand. “Melanie Harte.”
“My pleasure.” He kissed her hand. “Dance with me.”
She hesitated a moment. “Of course. Please excuse me, Claude.”
Claude gave a short nod of his head as Rafe escorted Melanie onto the dance floor.
“So Melanie Harte, what brings you to this stuffy affair?” He took her hand in his—the other went to the small of her back as they swayed to the music.
Melanie laughed lightly. “My brother Alan invited me.”
He arched his neck back and looked down into her face. “Alan Harte is your brother?”
“Yes, he is.”
“Well I’ll be damned,” he said over his laughter.
“You’re that Melanie Harte. Your grandmother fixed up my daddy and mama.”
“So the story goes.”
He stepped back, released her and made a gallant bow. “I am in the arms of greatness,” he teased.
Melanie shook her head and chuckled. “You are much too dramatic.”
He swept her back into his arms and whispered deep in her ear. “I’ve been called much worse.”
They danced together for two more songs before Melanie begged off.
“Save the last dance for me,” Rafe said with a light kiss on her cheek.
He was definitely a charmer, she thought with amusement as she watched him saunter away toward a group of beautiful women, who all but swooned when he approached. Melanie shook her head and smiled.
“I see you’ve already become acquainted with my son,” Senator Lawson said.
Melanie turned in his direction. “Yes. He’s certainly a charmer.”
The senator chuckled. “Oh, is that what you call it?”
“What would you call it?”
“Oh, I’d never say what I thought to a lady.” He winked. “But I will say that he needs taming. Rafe is a free spirit. Can’t get him to settle down to anything serious. But I think the right woman could do what me and the whole damn family have not been able to,” he said, his Creole background filtering through. “That’s where you come in. I’d like to secure your services.”
“Are you sure he would be agreeable?”
“Every now and again I can get the boy to listen to me. And if it has anything to do with women, he’ll listen.”
Melanie’s right brow rose for an instant. “I’m sure we could find someone special for your son.”
“Good. I’m counting on it. I want Rafe to step into my shoes one day and I want him to have a good woman at his side—someone strong enough to stand up against some of his foolishness.”
She drew in a breath, reached in her purse and handed him her card. “If he’s willing and when he’s ready, have him call me.”
The senator took the card and tucked it into his jacket pocket. “It will be sooner than you think.”
Melanie moved around the room, chatting with many of the familiar faces and catching up on the political gossip. Throughout the evening she caught glimpses of Claude and each time her insides quaked. It was clear that he was a man completely comfortable in who he was and how he’d gotten there. She noticed the way he held his muscular body, never lording his height over people but rather inviting them into his space. He focused on people when they talked as if they were the only person in the world that mattered. He was intelligent, witty, a great dancer and well-connected. Yes, on the surface, Claude Montgomery was a man that any woman would desire. Not to mention that his sex appeal was off the charts.
Then there was Raford Lawson. There was no doubt that Rafe could charm a blind woman out of her panties. He was breathtakingly gorgeous from the natural waves of his ink black hair, the honey brown of his eyes, his dark sweeping brows down to his imported Italian shoes. He was wealthy, spoiled and brought up to believe that he could have whatever he wanted. He was like an unbridled Arabian stallion: magnificent and wild, never harnessed and never ridden. His father was right. It would take a special woman to rein in Rafe Lawson. Inwardly, she smiled. The Platinum Society would certainly have their work cut out for them.
As the family was preparing to leave, Raford stopped Melanie at the door. He took a sip of his bourbon. “My father insists that you can find me the perfect woman.” He extracted the card his father had given him from his pocket and held it between his two fingers.
“It’s what we do.” A glint lit her eyes.
The corner of his exquisite mouth curved upward. “You’re on Ms. Harte. Expect my call.” He winked and walked away.
“What was that about?” Veronica asked, draping her wrap across her shoulders.
Melanie turned to her niece. “It seems that we may have two new clients instead of one.”
“What do you think about Claude?” Alan asked as they headed back to Sag Harbor, cocooned in the luxury of a stretch limousine. Everyone chimed in except Melanie. Sensing she was being scrutinized, she glanced up and focused. “What?”
“You were definitely someplace else,” Alan teased.
“I was asking what you thought of Claude.”
That’s exactly who she was thinking of when she’d zoned out of the conversation. “I’m sure we can find someone for him. On the surface he totally fits our criteria. Of course we’ll know much better after Veronica works up his profile.”
“And Senator Lawson wants us to find someone for his son,” Veronica added.
“Rafe?” Alan asked, clearly surprised.
Melanie nodded her head. “That’s what he told me.”
“And Rafe agreed?”
“He told me in no uncertain terms that I would be hearing from him,” Melanie said. “It was almost a challenge.”
Alan chuckled and leaned back against the plush leather seats. “Trust me, it will be.”
“Rafe, are you ready to leave? I’m tired.”
Rafe turned his gaze away from the entourage as they said their good-nights. He focused on the lovely woman in front of him. For a moment he couldn’t recall her name. It didn’t matter really. They all loved being called sweetheart or baby. He set down his glass on the tray of a passing waiter and turned his hundred-watt smile on his date.
“Not too tired,” he teased, trailing his finger along the curve of her exposed back.
She purred with pleasure and moved closer to him. “Never too tired for you. You should know that by now.”
He probably should, he thought while he absently nuzzled her neck, imagining Melanie’s warm caramel skin beneath his lips. The truth was this woman who was ready to do whatever he asked was one of so many like her. Beautiful, nameless women that saw the Lawson name, heard whispers about his skills in the bedroom and put themselves in his path. He loved women. All types of women. Tall, thin, thick, short, black, white, Latina, Asian. They were all wonderful, willing and desirable in their own way. And the southern gentleman in him compelled him to please as many of them as he could.
His trio of sisters—Lee Ann and the twins Dominique and Desiree—steered all of their friends clear of their playboy brother and admonished the youngest Lawson, their brother Justin, not to follow in their big brother’s footsteps.
Rafe grinned to himself as he helped his date with her wrap. He loved his family dearly, even though he constantly remained on the receiving end of their reprimands. But no amount of scolding, threats of being cut out of the family fortune or hints of scandal stopped him in his relentless pursuit of women.
