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An Offer She Can't Refuse
Shoma Narayanan
The ultimate proposition…Ambitious businesswoman Mallika wasn’t expecting a job offer from the distractingly good-looking Darius Mistry – nor was she expecting their scorching chemistry! But, bound by responsibilities, she turns it down…Darius can’t understand why she’d walk away from her dream job, or their attraction! Determined, he makes her an offer she can’t refuse… !
Mallika gave him what she hoped was a sufficiently cool and professional smile.
‘I’ll tell you if I change my mind,’ she managed, as she pulled together her scattered thoughts.
‘The salary is negotiable,’ Darius added, but she shook her head.
‘It’s not about the money,’ she assured him.
Darius knew when not to push—he also knew he wasn’t going to give up so easily.
‘I need to go,’ she said. ‘Thanks for being so nice about everything.’
She put her hand out, and Darius got to his feet as he took it.
‘Nice’ wasn’t the impression he wanted to leave her with. ‘Nice’ suggested she’d forget him the minute she stepped out of the hotel. And he wasn’t going to let that happen.
Dear Reader (#u8b317bbb-be00-5a17-9e2b-3030a03ef836)
This is my sixth book for Harlequin Mills & Boon
, and it was perhaps the most fun to write. The idea popped into my head when I was talking to a colleague who’d taken a few months off to travel around Europe. What if I had a hero who was wildly successful at what he did and had made more than enough money to fulfil his boyhood dream of spending some years just travelling around and discovering more about the world? And what if, just before he left, he met a woman who made him think that perhaps there was more to life than just living out his dream?
It took a while to get my characters just right, but Darius in the book is now exactly as I imagined him—successful, strong-willed and very, very attractive. Mallika is different—she’s been through a lot and she’s always put family ahead of anything else. As a result, while she’s resilient she’s also very risk-averse. She’s instantly attracted to Darius but she fights the attraction, thinking that it can never work between them. Darius, however, has completely different views on the matter!
Happy reading!
Shoma
SHOMA NARAYANAN started reading Mills and Boon
romances at the age of eleven, borrowing them from neighbours and hiding them inside textbooks so that her parents didn’t find out. At that time the thought of writing one herself never entered her head—she was convinced she wanted to be a teacher when she grew up. When she was a little older she decided to become an engineer instead, and took a degree in electronics and telecommunications. Then she thought a career in management was probably a better bet, and went off to do an MBA. That was a decision she never regretted, because she met the man of her dreams in the first year of business school—fifteen years later they’re married with two adorable kids, whom they’re raising with the same careful attention to detail that they gave their second-year project on organisational behaviour.
A couple of years ago Shoma took up writing as a hobby—after successively trying her hand at baking, sewing, knitting, crochet and patchwork—and was amazed at how much she enjoyed it. Now she works grimly at her banking job through the week, and tries to balance writing with household chores during weekends. Her family has been unfailingly supportive of her latest hobby, and are also secretly very, very relieved that they don’t have to eat, wear or display the results!
An Offer She Can’t Refuse
Shoma Narayanan
www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)
To my family
Table of Contents
Cover (#u52c18c8d-6c51-5da4-bcf3-664df8cbd1f1)
Excerpt (#ua94f6d02-0701-5915-a021-db8fc8ec5790)
Dear Reader
About the Author (#u58caf234-d2f7-5346-aa13-6f612b172b8c)
Title Page (#ue55ecf7d-ceb6-5054-be4e-7385a0044de8)
Dedication (#u9d6fa402-a2cd-57e3-a94f-bd47b957dafe)
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER FOUR
CHAPTER FIVE
CHAPTER SIX
CHAPTER SEVEN
CHAPTER EIGHT
CHAPTER NINE
CHAPTER TEN
CHAPTER ELEVEN
EPILOGUE
Copyright (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER ONE (#u8b317bbb-be00-5a17-9e2b-3030a03ef836)
DARIUS MISTRY WAS NOT used to taking orders from anyone. And especially not orders that came from a woman he was supposed to be interviewing. The fact that the woman had turned out to be surprisingly attractive was neither here nor there—this was strictly work, and her behaviour right now seemed more than a little strange.
‘Hold my hand,’ she was saying. ‘Come on, she’s almost here.’
Her current boss had just walked into the coffee shop, and Mallika was reacting as if it was a massive disaster. Granted, being caught by your boss while you were being interviewed for another job wasn’t the best start to an interview, but it wasn’t the end of the world. Mallika’s expression suggested a catastrophe on a life-threatening scale—like the Titanic hitting the iceberg or Godzilla stomping into town.
‘Please, Darius?’ she said, and when he didn’t react immediately she reached across the table and took his hand. ‘Look into my eyes,’ she pleaded.
He complied, trying not to notice how soft her skin was, and how her slim and capable-looking hand fitted perfectly into his.
‘At least try to pretend you’re my date,’ she begged despairingly.
He laughed. ‘You’re not doing a great job either,’ he pointed out. ‘The whole “deer caught in headlights” look doesn’t suggest you’re crazy about me.’
She managed to chuckle at that, and her expression was so appealing that he sighed and put on what he hoped was a suitably infatuated look. Actually, after a second he found he was quite enjoying himself. He had a keen sense of humour, and despite his attempts to remain professional when faced with such an attractive interviewee, the situation was so completely ridiculous it was funny.
He was supposed to be evaluating Mallika for an important role in his company, and instead here he was, holding her hand and gazing deeply into her eyes. Rather beautiful eyes, actually—the momentarily helpless Bambi look was gone now, replaced with an apprehensive but intriguingly mischievous little sparkle.
‘My goodness, Mallika, what a surprise!’
The woman who’d stopped by their table was middle-aged and plump and terribly overdressed. Purple silk, loads of fussy jewellery, and make-up that would have put a Bollywood item girl to shame.
‘Hi, Vaishali,’ Mallika looked up with a suitably friendly smile, but she didn’t let go of Darius’s hand.
‘So this was your “urgent personal meeting”, was it?’ Vaishali leaned closer to Darius. ‘Mallika’s kept you a pretty closely guarded secret, I must say.’
‘We … um … met recently,’ Darius said, trying not to gag at the cloud of cloying perfume. It was like being smothered to death by lilies—the woman must have poured an entire bottle of perfume over herself.
‘Ah, well, you deserve to have some fun,’ the woman was saying to Mallika, patting her hand in a surprisingly motherly way. ‘I’ll leave you with your young man, shall I? See you at work tomorrow!’
Her husband had been waiting patiently by her side, and Vaishali tucked her hand in his arm and trotted off with a final wave.
Mallika sighed in relief. ‘Close shave,’ she said as she released Darius’s hand.
Clearly it was no longer of any use to her, but Darius felt absurdly bereft. When he’d first seen her he’d thought Mallika strikingly good-looking, in a natural, outdoorsy kind of way—not his type at all. Now, however, he found himself wishing that she’d held on to his hand just a little bit longer, and the feeling surprised him.
He wasn’t entirely sure how he had lost control of the situation, and why he had not asserted himself in his usual role. He usually went for graceful, ultra-feminine women—the kind who’d learnt ballet when they were young and who dabbled in poetry in their spare time. While she was conservatively dressed, in a business suit, Mallika looked as if she’d spent her youth playing cricket with boys and beating them in every game.
Writing off his reaction to her as a momentary aberration, Darius tried to make sense of what had just happened.
‘Is she that scary?’ Darius asked, and when Mallika didn’t answer, he prompted, ‘Your boss?’
She bit her lip. ‘No, she isn’t,’ she said after a brief pause. ‘She’s actually rather nice.’
He was about to ask her why she’d been so nervous, then, but he held the words back. This was a business meeting, and the fewer personal questions he asked the better. Only he didn’t feel very businesslike right now. When she’d bitten down on her lower lip his eyes had been automatically attracted to her mouth, and now he couldn’t look away. Her lips were full and soft-looking and utterly feminine, and completely in contrast to her direct gaze and the firm lines of her chiselled face …
Okay, this was crazy—sitting and staring at a woman he’d met fifteen minutes ago. One whom he was supposed to be interviewing for a directorship.
‘We didn’t get very far with our discussion,’ he said, trying to sound as if his interest in her was limited to her suitability for the role he’d been telling her about. ‘There’s a decent restaurant on the twenty-first floor. Would you prefer going there? Less chance your boss might pop up again.’
Mallika hesitated. It had seemed so glamorous when someone from the Nidas Group had headhunted her to discuss a director level role. Nidas was big—it had been set up by a bunch of young dotcom entrepreneurs a decade ago, and they’d struck gold in almost every business they’d tried their hand at.
They’d started off with online share trading and investments, but later branched off into venture capital and real estate and done much better than players who’d been in the market for thrice the time. Being considered for a directorship in the firm at the age of twenty-nine was a huge ego-boost—it wouldn’t have been possible in any other firm, but at Nidas the directors were quite young, and they didn’t hold her age against her.
Her first few meetings with Nidas had been preliminary ones, screening her for this final interview with Darius Mistry. For a few days she’d actually thought she could do it—be like any of the other women she’d gone to business school with, take charge of her career, interview with other employers, pretend that she had a normal life like everyone else. Reality was sinking in only now.
She glanced across at Darius. When she’d heard the name she’d imagined a paunchy, cheerful, white-haired man—she’d had a Parsi drama teacher at school who’d also been called Darius, and he’d looked just like Santa Claus minus the beard. Darius Mistry had come as a bit of a surprise.
True, his Persian ancestry showed in his pale colouring and hawklike features, but he was in his early thirties, tall and broad-shouldered, and as unlike her former drama teacher as an eagle from a turkey. Not good-looking in the traditional sense, more disturbingly attractive, and he emanated a quiet power and control that had Mallika caught in its glow.
He was still waiting for her to answer, she realised. ‘No, I’m fine here,’ she said. ‘Actually, I just made up my mind. I don’t think I want to take the interview any further. I’m sorry—I should have thought this through properly.’
Darius frowned. This afternoon really was not going to plan. Mallika had been interviewed by his HR team, as well as by one of his colleagues, and everyone who’d met her had been very impressed. Apparently she’d come across as being sharply intelligent and very, very good at what she did. He’d also looked at the performance of the real estate fund she managed. It had done extremely well, even in a volatile and completely unpredictable market, and before he’d met Mallika he’d built up an image of a hard-nosed, practical businesswoman.
The reality was different enough to be intriguing.
For a few seconds he wondered if she was playing hard to get. People used all kinds of techniques to drive up the benefits package they were offered, but very few started so early in the process. And Mallika looked troubled, a little upset—whatever the reason for her sudden decision to stop the interview process, it definitely wasn’t a hard-nosed or practical one.
‘You’ve spent almost five years with your current firm,’ he said. ‘I know the thought of switching jobs can be a bit overwhelming, but there’s no harm going through with the interview process, is there? Once you hear what we’re offering you can always say no.’
‘I guess …’ she said slowly. ‘I just don’t want to waste your time.’
‘My whole night is dedicated to you,’ he said.
Promptly Mallika thought of all the things they could get up to together. Her cheeks flushed a little and she took a hasty sip of water, hoping he hadn’t noticed her confusion.
‘So, how much has Venkat told you about the job?’ Darius asked.
‘He told me about how you and he set up the share trading division,’ she said. ‘And how you got a real estate fund going, and that you now want to concentrate on the venture capital side and hire someone to manage the fund for you.’
‘That’s right,’ Darius said. ‘The fund was an offshoot of our investments business and it’s been doing well—we’ve consistently outperformed the market.’
She seemed interested, Darius noted as he began telling her more about the role. She was frowning in concentration, and the few questions she asked were focussed and showed that she’d done a good deal of research on the firm and on the job. He asked a few questions in turn, and it was clear that Venkat hadn’t been wrong. Mallika knew pretty much everything there was to know about running a real estate fund.
‘Does it sound like something you’d like to do?’ he asked finally.
It was as if he’d shaken her out of a daydream—her vibrantly alive expression dulled, and her shoulders slumped just a little.
‘I love the sound of the job,’ she said, almost unwillingly. ‘But the timing’s not right for me. I have a lot going on right now, and I think maybe it’s best I stay where I am.’
‘Do you want to take a day to think it over?’
Mallika shook her head. ‘No, I … I think I’m pretty clear that it won’t work out. I’m so sorry—I know you have a busy schedule, and I should have thought this through properly before agreeing to meet you.’
She looked so genuinely contrite that he impulsively leaned across the table to cover her hand with his, making her look up in surprise.
‘Don’t worry about it,’ he said, masking his disappointment. ‘I’m meeting other people as well, but if you do change your mind let me know.’
Mallika blinked at him, uncharacteristically at a loss for words. It was like being hit by a train, she thought, confused. She’d been so focussed on what he was saying, on trying to stay professional, that she’d forgotten quite how attractive he was. Then he’d smiled and taken her hand, and the feel of his warm skin against hers had sent her long-dormant hormones into overdrive.
We like this man, they were saying excitedly. Where did you find him? Can we keep him? Please?
So much for a dispassionate admiration of his looks, she thought, trying to quell the seriously crazy thoughts racing through her brain. There was good-looking, and there was scorching hot—and Darius definitely fell into the second category. The first time she’d grabbed his hand she’d been too worked up to notice—this time a simple touch had sent her hormones into overdrive.
Gingerly, she slid her hand out from under his and gave him what she hoped was a sufficiently cool and professional smile.
‘I’ll tell you if I change my mind,’ she managed as she pulled together her scattered thoughts.
‘The salary is negotiable,’ he added.
She shook her head. ‘It’s not about the money,’ she assured him. ‘But thanks for letting me know.’
