Sophie Weston - More Than A Millionaire

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Emilio Diz, born on the wrong side of Buenos Aires, was now a tall, dark, irresistible millionaire. And he needed a woman–the right kind of woman–in his life…or at least in his apartment!Abby, aka Lady Abigail Templeton-Burke, was desperate for somewhere to live. Who better to help furnish Emilio's new London penthouse and create the right impression? There was only one problem with Emilio's convenient flatmate: she was driving him crazy–with desire!

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The only place she felt really happy at Hacienda Montijo was the stables. That was odd because, of all her family, she was the one who was secretly nervous of horses. But here the gauchos had patience with her slow Spanish and the horses, perverse creatures as always, were pleased to see her.

This Saturday’s lunch party was an ordeal. She bore it by reminding herself that she was returning home for Christmas in three days’ time. All she had to do was avoid Rosanna and Rosanna’s friends today and she would be on the homeward stretch.

Accordingly, she pleaded aversion to the powerful sun and stayed firmly on the terrace. This threw her in to company with the older Montijos. It was not easy, with the women speaking courteous English for her benefit and clearly wishing she was anywhere else.

But it couldn’t be helped. In three days’ time she would be gone and could forget the whole beastly business: sophisticated seventeen-year-olds; international tennis stars that weren’t good enough for the Montijos; chilly family dinners; the lot. And she could go back to being grubby Abby Templeton Burke. After all, you didn’t need to be sophisticated to do basic repairs to the ancestral home.

‘Do you not play tennis, Abby?’ asked her hostess with a touch of desperation.

‘No.’

‘But you said your brothers like it?’

‘They’re good at it,’ said Abby with simple truth.

‘Oh. And you’re not?’ asked kind Felipe. ‘Well, it doesn’t really matter. I’m sure you’re good at lots of other things.’

‘Not games. My brother Will says I can’t catch a ball to save my life.’

The matriarch did not like being ignored.

‘That man is showing off,’ she announced, pointing her gold-topped stick at the tennis court.

‘It’s not showing off if you’re world-class and not pretending to be anything else,’ said Felipe, harassed.

‘Just look at him.’

On the court the tall rangy figure was now waiting for the blond boy to serve. Dancing from foot to foot, he exuded energy and effortless coordination.

‘Upstart,’ finished the older Señora Montijo with venom.

‘Mama, he’s a great guy,’ protested Felipe. ‘Came up from nothing. He’s educated himself. Now he’s putting half a dozen brothers and sisters through college as well, I’m told. And I’ve seen for myself that he’s got a great business brain.’

Rosa Montijo shuddered. ‘And how did he get the money to start this business? Can you tell me that?’

Her daughter-in-law took a hand. ‘You know perfectly well, Mama,’ she said indignantly. ‘He won it. All right, he hasn’t won any of the big titles. But he’s won plenty of prize money during his career.’ She cast a harassed glance at their visitor. ‘You mustn’t give Abby the impression that Emilio is some sort of criminal.’

Felipe said soothingly, ‘You didn’t mean that, did you, Mama? Seriously, Abby, you needn’t worry about meeting undesirable types here. One of the business magazines did an article on him a couple of months ago. He must be a millionaire by now. He never had to—’

‘Look,’ interrupted the matriarch. ‘Now! Tell me that isn’t showing off. Go on, look!’

They all looked.

Emilio Diz dealt briskly with a workmanlike serve. The blond put the full force of his arm into his return. Even from the terrace they could see the way the dark man’s expression changed. Suddenly he was glittering with triumph. Then he was running backwards, lithe and sure-footed. The ball soared over the net, high and hard. Emilio Diz jumped, reaching. His body arced like a dolphin. In flight it was clear that the tanned limbs were pure muscle.

‘Look at that,’ said Annaluisa, forgetting her hostess manners in simple awe.

Rosa Montijo sniffed. ‘Gypsy. He’s just trying to pretend he’s more than a millionaire. At Bruno’s expense.’

There was a crack like the report of a gun. A shout of triumph rose from the throats of two dozen watchers.

‘He doesn’t have to pretend, Mama,’ said Felipe dryly, joining in the applause.

The game was over. The two men were shaking hands over the net.

‘He could have given Bruno a chance,’ said the resentful grandmother. ‘He is your guest, after all.’

‘You don’t understand Emilio, Mama,’ said Felipe.

The dark tennis player strode off the court. He was swinging his racquet as if impatient to get at the next challenge.

The spectators gathered round Bruno, punching him on the back, shaking hands. But Abby, watching, saw that they were more careful of Emilio Diz. Or maybe they were just more respectful. They gave him a drink. They talked. But they didn’t touch him, those tactile, relaxed people who touched everyone.

A confident redhead approached and batted her eyelashes at him. He looked amused and didn’t walk away. But Abby had the impression that he would walk away the moment he wanted to, gorgeous redhead or no.

Felipe confirmed the feeling. He had taken off his sunglasses and was watching the dark star intently. ‘He doesn’t give anyone special treatment. Emilio plays to win,’ he said. He sounded just a little afraid.

The afternoon party turned into a barbecue, as they so often did.

‘Do you want to borrow a dress, Abby?’ said Rosanna Montijo, trying hard. ‘We’ll be dancing afterward.’

‘Do you think I need to?’ asked Abby, trying in her turn.

‘You’d probably feel more comfortable. Well, I would in your place. The run up to Christmas is not exactly formal but the parties are, you know, sort of special. And anyway, people expect to dress up for Montijo parties.’

Which Abby interpreted as, ‘For heaven’s sake, don’t turn up looking like a schoolgirl again and let us all down.’ She suppressed a sigh.

‘Then, thanks. Yes, please.’

Rosanna took her off to her room and Abby tried hard to enjoy the dressing-up session with Rosanna and her two best friends. They tried to include her in the conversation. But she did not know any of the boys they were talking about. And the tactics they discussed made her go hot with sympathetic imaginary embarrassment.

Then she heard a name she knew.

‘Is Emilio staying for the dance, Rosanita?’ said one of the friends, playing with her hair in front of Rosanna’s crowded dressing table.

Rosanna was inside her walk-in closet. She poked her head out of the door. ‘Yes.’ She added in naughty Spanish, ‘He struggled but Papa told him he had to stay and meet the right people.’

Abby translated the words in her head and nearly laughed aloud. She knew exactly how the tennis player felt. Maybe he was bad at mingling, too.

‘That means he’s the guest of honour, Abby,’ said the friend, translating kindly.

She did not need to translate. Abby had prepared for this trip by applying herself hard to Spanish. If she had to learn a new language, she thought, it might just as well be one where there were audio tapes available. But ever since she arrived, all the Montijos and their friends had brushed aside her halting attempts to speak their language. Abby did not know whether that was because they were too courteous or too impatient to let her fumble. But it had depleted her small store of confidence even further.

Rosanna emerged with a long burgundy dress. It was a sophisticated colour, too sophisticated for a sixteen-year-old, Abby thought at once. But they insisted that she try it on. So she did.

It swirled nicely round her legs when she moved. Only then they insisted on her borrowing some high, strappy shoes and she did not dare to move any more.

‘I’ll fall off,’ she said, hanging on to bedpost.

‘Not if you practise. You can’t wear kitten heels with a dress like that,’ said Rosanna fairly.

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