Master of Fortune / Marrying the Lone Star Maverick: Master of Fortune / Marrying the Lone Star Maverick. Katherine Garbera
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lips, her body and her sexy smile that had tempted him. That and the fact that he didn’t like that Daniel Martin had touched her. That the other man had at one time claimed Astrid as his own.
He was first and foremost a competitor. The need to win had been burned into the fabric of his being at a very young age. His mother had often blamed Malcolm for the fact that he was so competitive, but she was just as aggressive when it came to her career.
There was a rap on his door.
“Come in.”
“Sir, I mean, Henry. Davis from accounting is here to see you.”
“Close the door, Astrid,” Henry said.
She stepped inside and closed the door behind her. “Yes?”
“Does he have an appointment?”
“No. But he says its urgent. You do have ten minutes if you wanted to see him. Just a reminder—Steph Cordo is due here in twenty minutes and I know you want to be available then.”
He smiled to himself. She was very efficient and the best assistant he’d ever had. Okay, the only one, but she was still good.
“Thank you. When Steph gets here, escort her to the conference room. We’ll bring in everyone she needs to talk to. Also, Steven will be stopping by toward the end of the hour with her.”
“Steven?”
“My half brother. We are going to set up an in-store performance for Steph at the Everest Mega Store located in Leicester Square.”
“Sounds good. Do you want me to interrupt if Davis isn’t out of here in ten minutes?”
“That’d be great.”
She turned to leave, and though he was trying to keep his mind on business, he couldn’t help but notice the way her slim-fitting skirt hugged the curves of her backside.
“Henry?”
She paused in the doorway. “After Steph’s appointment, I’d like five minutes of your time.”
“What for?”
“We can speak later. I don’t want to mess up your schedule.”
“Davis can wait. Tell him I’ll have time tomorrow morning and then come back in here.”
“Really—”
“I’ve made my mind up.”
She left without another word. It was good to be the boss. Since he’d earned the top spot on the team and here at the office, he got things his way. Something that Henry freely admitted he liked.
She reentered his office less than a minute later, closing the door behind her, but remaining in the doorway.
“Sit down.”
She did.
“What’s on your mind?”
“Last night.”
“What about it?”
She took a deep breath and looked him straight in the eye. His respect for her rose a notch.
“I like you, Henry. But this job … I’m aware that this is probably my last chance to make a go at the music industry. And I don’t want to mess this up.”
“Why would last night have anything to do with that?” he asked. “I’m not your last boss. If I kiss you, I’m not going to fire you.”
She glanced down at her lap where her fingers were tightly laced together. “I wasn’t fired due to our affair. Daniel kept me on after things ended. I don’t want you to get the wrong impression of Daniel.”
Henry didn’t like her defending the other man. That reaction made little sense to him so he ignored the source. “Why then?”
“I was sick. And I did take a lot of time off from work. That was what made him sack me.”
“Did you find it difficult to work with him after your affair ended?” he asked. Then realized he was prying into very personal areas. He could work with Astrid, kiss her and whatnot, without knowing any of the details of her past. Except he wanted to know more.
“No. It was something else entirely. But I like you and I really like this job. I don’t want to make another decision based on lust and end up regretting it.”
Henry leaned back in his chair. “So you lust after me?”
“Henry, please, I’m trying to be serious.”
“Sorry, Astrid, but you brought up sex and I’m a guy. That means my mind is going to automatically shut down.”
She smiled. “You are more than some sex-crazed maniac. That’s why I’m talking to you. I know you want to beat your half brothers and I think we have a chance of doing that, but only if we both concentrate on business.”
“This is all in my best interest?” Henry asked.
“Well, it’s not going to be bad for me, either,” she admitted.
His respect for Astrid rose even more. And he realized she wasn’t the kind of woman he’d always been attracted to. She was so forthright. She wasn’t just out for herself and what she could get.
That was more refreshing than he would have imagined.
“I just want us both to be successful,” she said.
He stood up and walked around to the front of his desk, leaning back against it so that he faced her. “Thank you, Astrid. I will do my best to keep my baser instincts in check, but I’m not sure I’ll be successful.”
“I’m going to keep dressing in my ultraprofessional suits,” she said.
He laughed. It wasn’t the clothing or her sexy body that was making him want her, though they definitely played a part. It was the woman she was, but he doubted telling her would help either of them.
It was a late night almost three weeks into her tenure at Everest Records. She’d been on the phone with a number of radio stations throughout the U.K. and Europe to make sure that everyone had received the packages she’d sent out about Steph.
Henry had been out doing his nightly club thing, and she was sitting in the office by herself.
“Another late night?”
She looked up to see him standing in the doorway. “My boss can be a slave driver.” She smiled.
“Really? I thought I was easing up a bit. Giving you room to grow and all that.”
“Is that what you are trying to do?”
“I think so. You said that you wanted a career in music so I’ve been introducing you to all the departments—A & R, marketing.
“It has been smashing,” she said.
“Truly?”
“Well, it’s different than what I did for Daniel. I mean, for him I was just his assistant, but you are giving me my own responsibilities. I’m enjoying it.”
Henry nodded. “Good. Then maybe you can start to relax here at the office.”
“I already have,” she said. It surprised her. She’d kept her guard up and tried not to see Henry as anything other than her boss. But he was a stand-up guy behind the celebrity profile. She fielded a dozen questions a day from magazines and newspaper reporters about where he was going to be. Some of the information she leaked because Henry wanted some extra coverage for a group or for his friends.
“Good,” he said again, leaving her to go into his office. She just sat there and tried not to think too much about the fact that he was treating her like an employee and he hadn’t tried to kiss her once since that night at her flat. Which was perfect, really, since she wasn’t interested in him as a man. At