Playboy's Ruthless Payback: Playboy's Ruthless Payback. Laura Wright
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the next, with wood paneling, hewn beams and rustic paint colors on the walls. But there was a glaring problem that Mac didn’t mention as they walked—every room, from bathroom to living room to the fabulous gourmet kitchen, was bare as bones. There were no furnishings, no artwork, no tchotchkes—no nothing. It was the oddest thing she’d ever seen. It was as though he’d just moved in.
“I’m sensing a theme here,” Olivia said with a laugh as they stopped in the kitchen. “You, Mr. Valentine, are a minimalist of the first order.”
“Not totally.” He gestured to a massive stainless steel contraption on the counter. “I have an espresso machine.”
Two perfect cups of steaming cappuccino sat on the counter beside it. Olivia took one and handed the other to him. “And that’s a good thing, but it barely strikes the surface of a family home.” Her hands curled around the hot cup, feeling warm for the first time since she left the car. “I have my work cut out for me. What’s up with all this?”
He shrugged. “I never got around to buying furniture.”
It was more than that, she thought, studying him. It had to be. He hadn’t put his stamp on anything. Maybe he hated permanence or didn’t trust it. Whatever it was, it would be her first order of business. “How long has it sat empty like this?”
“I bought the place three years ago.”
She nearly choked on her cappuccino. “That’s just wrong. Where do you sleep? Or more importantly what do you sleep on?”
“I have a bed,” he said, leaning against the countertop. “Would you like to see it?”
“Absolutely. It’s my job to make sure it has that stamp of family charm on it.”
“What do you think is stamped on it now?”
“Debauchery?” she said quickly.
He grinned. “There’s one more room down here, and in this one, I did put down a few roots. Two, to be exact.”
Curious, Olivia followed him down a short hallway and through a heavy wood door. She stopped when she saw it and just stared. The room was, in a word, fantastic. Olivia walked in and stood in the middle, thinking she could hear music playing. One wall was made entirely of glass and she felt instantly at one with the white wonderland outside. Snow fell in big globs off the many tree branches and landed in pretty little tufts below. Birds hopped in the snow, making three-pronged tracks, and squirrels passed nuts back and forth. Inside, to her right were a pair of comfortable-looking navy-blue leather arm chairs that sat before a massive stone fireplace. Mac sat in one of the chairs and motioned for her to do the same.
“So once in a while you force yourself to relax?” she asked, as the heat from the blazing fire seeped into her bones and called upon her to relax.
“A man needs a refuge.”
“Well, this is great.”
He glanced over at her. “Do you think you can do something with this house?”
“I believe so.”
“Good.” He dug into the pocket of his jeans, pulled out a card and handed it to her. “Get everything. From sheets to picture frames. I don’t care what you spend just make it warm and family friendly.”
She stared at the platinum card. “You want me to furnish the whole house?”
He nodded.
“Every square inch?”
“Yes.”
“Don’t you want your stamp on it at all? Choices in artwork? Television?”
“No.”
“I don’t understand. Don’t you want to feel comfortable here?”
“I don’t like feeling comfortable—too much can happen to a person when they get comfortable.”
“I’ll try and remember that,” she muttered.
His voice grew tight and cold. “All I want is the DeBolds, signed and happy.”
Olivia was tempted to ask him just where he’d gotten such a desperate need to win, but it wasn’t her place to care. He looked so serious, so raw, so sexy as he stared into the fire. Just his presence made the muscles in her belly knot with tension, and she knew that no matter what she told her father, after today, the truth was she was attracted to Mac Valentine. Not that she was going to do anything about it, or allow him to use her in any way, but the attraction was undeniably there.
“I’ll do my best to set the stage, sir,” she said with just a hint of humor.
He looked over at her then, his eyes nearly black in their intensity. “I hope so.”
Her gaze dropped to his mouth. It was a lush, cynical mouth and for a moment she wondered what it would feel like against hers. She turned away. “You need to understand something,” she said as much to herself as to him.
“What’s that?”
“I know you didn’t hire me because I’m a dynamite cook.”
He snorted. “That’s a little self-deprecating.”
“No, it’s the truth.”
He didn’t reply.
“You’re looking for revenge. I’m not entirely sure how you’re going to go about making me pay for something you believe my father did, but be forewarned…”
“Okay.”
She forced herself to look at him. “I’m not going to fall under your spell.”
“No?”
She shook her head. “Instead, I’m going to watch you.”
“Watching me…I like that.”
“And if you get out of line, I’m going to shove you right back in.”
“Olivia?” He raised an eyebrow.
“What?”
“What if you get out of line?”
The question stopped her…from thinking and from a quick reaction. Mac saw her hesitate, too, and his dark eyes burned with pleasure.
“I think social hour has come to an end,” she said tightly, standing. “I have a lot to accomplish in a short amount of time, so let’s get to work. Show me the bedrooms.”
“All of the bedrooms?” he said with a devious smile.
“Yes.”
He stood, shot her a wicked grin and said, “Follow me.”
Five
“So?”
“How was your meeting with Valentine?”
Olivia hadn’t been back in the office more than five minutes and Tess and Mary were already standing in the doorway to the kitchen, their eyes wide with curiosity.
“Fine,” Olivia said from atop a stepladder. She was searching through an upper cabinet, going through brands of cookware. She wanted to buy just the right one for Mac’s kitchen. “I’m checking out a few things, then I’ll be gone for the rest of the day.”
They walked over and stood beside the counter. Tess asked, “What are you up to?”
“I have to furnish his house. The place is practically empty.”
“The whole house?” Mary said, fingering the stainless fry pan that Olivia had set on the counter.
“Why do you sound so surprised? We’ve done similar jobs before.”
“True.”
Olivia could practically hear Mary’s brain working. She glanced down. “What?”
“Are