Blame It on the Bikini (4 page)

‘You were wearing one of Lauren’s dresses,’ he said slowly.

‘Yes.’ She was amazed he’d now remembered that detail. Mya had butchered one of Lauren’s many formal dresses. A soft, pretty pink dress—never a colour she’d normally wear. She’d taken to it with a pair of scissors and completely cut away the back and secured it with long, trailing ribbons. She’d been aiming for a soft romantic look.

It was the dress that she’d hoped might garner her the attention she’d thought she’d wanted. All she’d wanted to do was fit in—to be popular and accepted. To be just like the rest of them and
not
different for once. She’d wanted it to all be easy. But it was never as easy as a change of clothes. Make-overs didn’t change the person
underneath. She hadn’t just been sixteen and never been kissed. She’d made it all the way to eighteen and first-year uni before that honour had fallen to a fellow student who’d seemed sweet enough until he’d had what he wanted.

But back at that night of the dance, she’d had the whole prom fantasy. What wallflower schoolgirl didn’t? The one where the hottest guy in school asked her to dance and it was all perfect and ended with a kiss. Or the super-hot brother of the best friend asked her? Yeah, she’d been such a cliché. And she’d felt like a princess for all of five minutes, until Brad had ignored her. She’d been pretty and dressed up and hadn’t even been able to turn the head of the most sexually hungry male she knew back then.

‘You were too busy wearing that blonde to answer at the time,’ Mya said dryly.

The dimple in his cheek deepened. ‘Yeah, that’s right.’

He hadn’t appreciated his younger sister’s interruption. Mya had seen the raw lust in him, the tease, the firmness with which he pulled the girl onto his lap—his strong arm wrapped around her waist, his confident hand close to her breast. And for a few minutes, she’d wanted to be that girl. Now for five minutes she had been. And it was better than any fantasy.

Mya sucked up her stupidity and turned her self-scorn towards him instead. ‘That’s all irrelevant anyway. What’s really the issue here is how pathetically horn dog you are. You get a look at a woman in her
bikini
and you’re suddenly hot for her? When you’ve never so much as looked at her in the last decade?’

Amusement still burned in his eyes. ‘You were a child a decade ago.’

‘It’s still pathetic.’ And frankly, insulting.

‘Maybe that prom night isn’t so irrelevant at all.’ His smile widened. ‘Did you have a crush on me back in high school? Your best friend’s older brother?’

She gaped.

‘Because,’ he leaned closer and drawled outrageously, ‘you wouldn’t have been the only one.’

Hell, the guy had an ego. Unfortunately what he’d said was true. There were several girls who’d done the faux-friendship thing to Lauren just to get close to her brother. Mya shook her head and denied him anyway. ‘Girls that age are at the mercy of hormones just as boys are and they fixate on the nearest object. Their fixating on you was probably more a matter of locality than your attractiveness.’

He grinned wolfishly. ‘So if it wasn’t me your hormones fixed on, then who?’

‘I didn’t have the time.’

‘Everybody has the time.’ He moved closer as his voice dropped to an intimate whisper. ‘Who did you used to dream of?’

‘No one.’

‘So rebellious on the outside, such a square inside.’ He shook his head.

Mya gritted her teeth.

‘No wonder you erupted with one touch—you’ve been repressed too long.’

Mya couldn’t answer because that was actually true. She’d been without too long; that was the reason she’d inhaled his touch like an attention-starved animal.

‘Did you wish I’d said yes to Lauren and taken you to the ball? Is that why you’re trying to cut me down now? Did I burst your love-struck teen bubble?’

He was so close to the mark it was mortifying. But she’d never, ever admit it. ‘I’m sure you’ve burst many
poor girls’ bubbles, but you never burst mine.’ Mya willed a languid tone. ‘Fact is I’ve always seen through your charm to what you really are.’

‘And what am I?’

‘Selfish, spoilt, arrogant. Insufferable.’

‘Is that all?’ He paused a moment. ‘You don’t want to add some more about how unattractive you find me?’

Very funny. ‘You’re so up yourself it’s unbelievable.’

‘But you still want me.’ He breathed out and then laughed. ‘You’re never going to be able to deny it. Not when you kissed me like that.’

‘You were the one who kissed me.’ Cross, she licked her extremely dry lips.

‘It started that way but within two seconds you were clawing my shirt off.’

‘I was trying to push you away.’

The rogue laughed harder. Mya pulled her hand free of his grip and strode back through to the bar. She got behind it and found he was right there in front of her, waiting to be served—and still annoyingly amused.

‘You have to go now,’ she told him firmly, determined not to let that smile affect her. ‘I have work to do.’ She pulled out a chopping board, some lemons and a knife to prove it.

‘No.’ He shook his head. ‘I need you more than ever now.’

Yeah, right. He’d never needed her before. And while she didn’t want to think he’d kissed her on a whim, the fact was he had. He’d never wanted to kiss her before, remember? The guy who had his pick of every woman in every room in the world hadn’t noticed her until she was hardly dressed. It really didn’t do much for her ego. And even less for his character. It showed he was simply
attracted to the lowest common denominator—bared flesh.

He shook his head in mock despair. ‘You suspect my motivation.’

‘Your reputation does precede you.’ She maintained her cool. ‘And all you’ve said and done so far tonight merely confirms the worst.’

‘Actually, Mya, I really do need you.’ His expression went serious. ‘I’m not just going to hire out the bar. I’m going to hire you.’

CHAPTER THREE

‘I’
M NOT
interested.’ Mya was telling herself that over and over but her body wasn’t listening. Her pulse still pounded, her ears still attuned to every nuance in his words. But her ego was piqued. He’d kissed her only after seeing her breasts in a skimpy bikini—and now he wanted to
hire
her? For what exactly?

‘Sure you are.’ He winked. ‘I have to have a party now and you’re the perfect person to organise it for poor helpless me.’

She shook her head. ‘Poor and helpless are the antithesis of what you are. You don’t need anyone, let alone me.’

He grinned, obviously appreciating the unvarnished truth, but behind the smiling eyes she sensed his brain was whizzing. Yeah, the guy was wickedly calculating. And far too together already after the kiss that had shattered her. She needed to keep her guard well up.

‘Lauren’s finished her degree,’ he said.

Momentarily thrown by the change in topic, Mya blinked. Then she nodded, but said nothing. If she hadn’t been such an idiot, she’d have been a lot nearer to finishing her degree too.

‘For a while there it didn’t seem likely she’d even finish high school let alone a university degree,’ he added.

He was right. When Mya had started at that school,
Lauren’s wild streak had been on the verge of going septic and that hadn’t been in the perfect Davenport family plan at all. They were all graduates with successful careers—and expected Lauren to achieve the same. Whereas Mya was the
only
one in her family to have finished school. She was supposed to be the first in the family to finish a degree too. Honours no less, having won a prestigious scholarship. Except she’d screwed it up, and now she doubted that she’d ever deserved it. But she’d finish her degree all on her own account—independence was now everything to her. This time she was taking the lead from Lauren. So she nodded. ‘She defied everyone’s expectations and did it. Brilliantly too.’

There was a pause and she couldn’t help glancing at him. And then they both laughed at that one unbelievable aspect of Lauren’s success.

‘It’s more than a little ironic, don’t you think?’ he said, his face lightening completely. ‘That she almost dropped out and now she’s going to be a teacher?’

‘She’ll be a dragon too, I bet.’ Mya bit her lip but couldn’t quite hold back the chuckle. ‘Super-strict. She won’t put up with any illegal nail polish.’ Back in the day, Mya and Lauren had broken more than the nail-polish rules. Their favourite look had been purple splatter.

‘So we’ll have the party for her. It’s as good an excuse as any,’ Brad said confidently. ‘Exam results are out. It’s not long until Christmas. Many of her friends are going overseas and won’t be back for her graduation ceremony next year. She’s worked hard for a long while.’ He faced her square on again. ‘So we’ll surprise her.’

‘You’re going to have it as a surprise?’ Mya asked. ‘You want me to distract her?’ She’d be happy to sneak Lauren out and be there for the big surprise moment.

But he was shaking his head. ‘I want you to organise it.’

Mya’s enthusiasm burst like a kid’s balloon encountering the prick of a needle. Of course he did. He had to have this party but she’d be the one copping all the extra work to get it ready? Her ego suffered another blow—and more importantly she just didn’t have the time to do it. ‘Isn’t partying
your
area of expertise?’

‘Darling, I’ve never
planned
a party. I
am
the party.’ He mimicked her emphasis.

‘Oh, please.’

‘Who better to arrange it than my sister’s best friend? I said I’ll hire you. You’ll be paid.’

She bridled. ‘I’m not taking money from you. I’m her
friend.’
The thought of him paying for her services irked her. She’d always put in an honest day’s work but the thought of
Brad
owning her time spiked her hackles.

‘I’ll get in a planner instead.’ He shrugged.

Now she was even more ticked. He was too used to getting everything his own way. ‘You think you can just throw some money on the table and have some flash event happen? Lauren wouldn’t want some impersonal, chic party put together by cutesy PR girls she doesn’t even know.’ Mya shook her head. ‘Wouldn’t it mean more to her if
you
put in some personal effort? She doesn’t like cookie-cutter perfection.’ Lauren had had so many things bought for her—by impersonal secretaries. She liked the individual—that was part of what had drawn her and Mya so close.

He looked sceptical. ‘You think I should choose the colour scheme and the canapés?’

‘Why not?’ she asked blandly.

‘You’re not tempted by an unlimited budget and licence
to do anything? Most women would love that, right?’

‘I’m not like most women. Nor is Lauren. You should organise it—it’s your idea.’ She sent him a cutting glance. ‘Or are you too selfish to spend time on her?’

He laughed. ‘Sweetheart, every human on this planet is selfish,’ he said. ‘We all do what’s ultimately best for ourselves. I am doing this for very selfish reasons and not many of them to do with Lauren herself. It’s mainly so
I
don’t have to deal with my mother’s hand-wringing and a frozen dinner out with my parents to celebrate Lauren’s graduation. And so
you
don’t get in trouble with your boss and take it out on me. Does that make me a bad person?’

Heat ricocheted round her body like a jet of boiling oil as she saw the intense look in his eye. He didn’t want her to think badly of him? And he
was
doing this to prevent her from getting in trouble. ‘No,’ she conceded.

‘You have to help me,’ he said softly.

That was one step too far. ‘We wouldn’t be in this position if you hadn’t kissed me.’ She tried to argue back but felt herself slipping. ‘You created this problem. You don’t need me.’

‘Do I have the names and numbers of half her friends? No. I don’t know all her university mates the way you do. Of course I need your help.’

Silent, she looked at him.

‘I’m
thinking of Lauren. Are
you
?’ he jeered.

She sighed. ‘For Lauren’s sake, I’ll help. But you’re not paying me.’

‘What a good friend you are,’ he teased.

‘I am, actually,’ she declared.

‘We all do what is best for
ourselves
,’ he murmured with a shake of his head. ‘Wasn’t insisting I be actively
involved in the planning really because
you
wanted to spend more time with
me
?’

She gaped—how did he turn that one around? ‘No. I’m only thinking of Lauren.’ She vehemently denied that tendril of excitement curling through her innards at the thought of spending time with him. He had an outsize ego that needed stripping. ‘You think you’re irresistible, don’t you?’

‘Experience has led me to believe that’s often the case.’

His eyes were glinting. He might be laughing, but she suspected part of him meant it.
Outrageous
wasn’t the word. The guy needed taking down a peg or forty. ‘Not in
this
case.’

‘No?’ He chuckled, radiating good humour. ‘So that blush is pure annoyance? Then you’ve nothing to worry about, right? We can organise Lauren’s party together because you can resist me no problem.’

Could
she resist him? For a second Mya wondered and then her fighting spirit came to the fore. Of
course
she could. ‘No problem at all.’

He leaned closer. ‘I’m sorry I haven’t seen much of you in recent years.’

‘Maybe you should have turned up to a couple of Lauren’s birthday parties.’

He winced, hand to his chest. ‘I was overseas.’

She knew he’d studied further overseas before coming back and setting up his own practice. ‘So convenient. For work, was it? You learned well from your father.’

‘Meaning?’

‘Doesn’t
he
use work for emotional avoidance too? Earns millions to buy the things to make up for it.’ Lauren had been given so many
things
and none of them what she’d truly yearned for.

The laughing glint vanished from Brad’s eyes. ‘Formed a few judgments over the years, haven’t you?’