Sherryl Woods - Millionaires' Destinies

Melanie managed a weak smile. “Thank you.”

“The two of you have so much in common,” Destiny continued in the same slick tone she might use if she were about to sell her a used car.

“We do?” Melanie said skeptically.

“Of course you do. Or perhaps I should say that your talents and interests are complementary. You have exactly what Richard needs to fulfill his destiny.”

Richard choked on a sip of water. He hadn’t expected his aunt to go quite this far. It was beginning to look as if she wanted to seal this deal tonight. He wouldn’t be surprised to see her whip out an engagement ring.

“I’m sure Melanie appreciates the intended compliment, but I think you’re embarrassing her,” Richard said, giving Melanie a bolstering smile. “Mack, why don’t you tell us about the team’s chances in the play-offs?”

Destiny cut Mack off before he could utter the first word. “There will be no talk of football over dinner,” she said firmly.

Mack rolled his eyes. “You say that as if it involves talk of blood and gore.”

Richard sat back happily, his mission accomplished. He knew from past experience that Mack and Destiny could spend hours debating whether football was a real sport or simply some macho excuse for a bunch of men to pummel each other senseless. Only the mention of boxing set her off more.

To his shock, Destiny waved off the comment. “I will not be drawn into this discussion tonight.” She frowned at Richard. “Don’t think I don’t see what you’re up to.”

“Me?” Richard asked innocently. “What did I do?”

“You’re trying to keep me from asking Melanie too many personal questions. You seem to have forgotten that I knew her before you did.”

“Believe me, I have not forgotten that,” Richard said grimly. “Not for an instant.”

“Did she tell you about her sisters?”

“Yes.”

“You know that she graduated from college magna cum laude?”

“I did not,” Richard admitted. “Are you planning to trot out her résumé over the fish course?”

Destiny gave him a look that might have terrified him a few years back. Now he knew there was no real anger behind it. It was simply an intimidating tactic she’d found handy. He grinned at her. “Just thought I’d ask.”

“Well, excuse me for trying to get it through your thick skull that she’s very talented,” Destiny said. “Talk to him, Mack. Tell him he’s cutting off his nose to spite his face by trying to defy me.”

Mack bit back a grin. “I think he heard you, Destiny.”

Richard gave his aunt a bland look. “So if I were to hire Melanie right here, right now, you’d be happy?”

“That’s all I ever wanted,” Destiny said, her face the picture of innocence.

Richard shrugged, then turned to Melanie, who was listening to the exchange with an increasingly bemused expression. “You’re hired.”

She stared at him. “Really?”

“Really,” he confirmed, then glanced at his aunt. “Satisfied?”

“I think you’ve made a very wise decision,” she said happily. “That means the two of you will be working very closely together. Melanie, dear, would you like to move in here?”

Melanie choked on a sip of water. “Excuse me?”

“I thought it might be more convenient,” Destiny said blithely.

“I have my own place.”

“Not even two miles from here,” Richard said, amused by his aunt’s blatant attempt to maintain complete control over her protégé. “The only thing more convenient would be for her to move in with me.”

Destiny’s expression immediately brightened. “Perhaps until the election—”

“Absolutely not,” Melanie said before Richard could gather his wits after the audacious suggestion. “I really don’t need that much access to my clients, believe me. Sometimes a little distance is best for all concerned.”

“Oh, I can’t imagine that’s true,” Destiny said. “The more you know, the better prepared you’ll be to represent Richard.”

Melanie forced an insincere smile. “Something tells me I’m going to have plenty of inside information.”

Destiny made no attempt to hide her disappointment. “Well, if you think that’s best, dear. After all you are the expert. I’ll certainly help all I can. Mack?”

Mack nodded, fighting a grin. “Believe me, I’ll be Johnny-on-the-spot, whenever Melanie needs anything.”

Richard didn’t like the gleam in his brother’s eye when he spoke. He gave him a warning scowl. “I think maybe it’ll be best if Melanie and I work out my marketing strategy on our own with no outside interference. Too many cooks have a way of muddying the waters.”

“I think they spoil the broth,” Mack corrected, laughing. “But it’s your call, big brother. If you want to keep Melanie all to yourself, I’m sure Destiny and I will respect your wishes, won’t we, Destiny?”

Destiny could not be put off so easily. “If I have suggestions from time to time, I’m sure Richard and Melanie will welcome them.”

“As if we could stop them,” Richard muttered.

“Of course we’ll welcome them,” Melanie said, sounding more cheerful than she had at any time since their arrival. “I think this is going to turn out to be a match made in heaven.”

Richard winced as his aunt beamed.

“I couldn’t have said it better myself,” Destiny said.

Mack choked back a laugh, then focused on his salmon. Richard looked around the table at the people who were apparently determined to drive him insane and sighed. This evening had not gone according to his roughly conceived plan. Not even close.

“I thought it went really well,” Melanie said as they were driving home.

Richard’s grim demeanor suggested he didn’t agree.

“Okay, you may as well say it,” she said. “You hate this, don’t you?”

“Hate it?” he echoed. “I went in there with the upper hand. I came out like a man on the ropes.”

“At least we’re not engaged,” Melanie said, determined to see the positives. “We’re not even faking an engagement.”

“Not yet,” Richard said. “If you think that issue’s off the table, you really are naive.”

“Not off the table,” she said defensively. “But we bought ourselves some time. Once Destiny gets all caught up in your campaign—”

“I do not want my aunt in the middle of my campaign,” he said fiercely.

“Why on earth not? She’s savvy. She knows people.”

“She’s sneaky, and I don’t like the people she knows.”

Melanie stared at him. “Don’t you know the same people?”

“Yes, which is why I want no part of them,” he said flatly. “Weren’t you the one who kept stressing that I need to broaden my constituency?”

“Yes, but you also need money to run an effective campaign.”

“I have money.”

She stared at him incredulously. “You’re going to spend your own money?”

“I have it,” he repeated. “And that way I won’t be beholden to a single special interest. That ought to make you happy.”

“It makes me delirious,” she said. “But are you sure it’s wise? This is the time to start putting together the kind of powerful backing you’ll need down the road.”

“For?”

“A run for governor, for the Senate, whatever. I imagine this is just the start of your political aspirations. You can’t finance all those campaigns out of your own pocket.”

“Who knows, maybe after this I’ll hate being a politician so much, I’ll never run for anything again. We’ll just have to wait and see,” he said. “In the meantime, I don’t want money from a bunch of people who’ll think it’s going to buy them access or favors.”

Melanie was stunned, but it gave her an incredible angle to pursue once Richard had officially announced his intention to run. The public would eat it up.