Tempted by Her Billionaire Boss(11)

She made a face at him. They made it through the metal detector  unscathed and were directed to the terrace where the cocktails were  being served. Frankie was gobsmacked by the scene. Some guests were  milling about the exquisitely landscaped, multilevel terrace in the same  formal wear she and Harrison had on, jewels dripping from their necks  and ears. Others were lounging in the pool in bathing suits, cocktails  in hand.

Her eyes widened at the sight of a diamond-encrusted blonde in the pool  across the bridge. She was pretty sure those were real diamonds making  up the hardly there bikini. They were just too sparkly not to be.

"Apparently," she murmured to Harrison, "I just needed to bring my bathing suit. It would have been a lot cheaper."

He gave her one of his dark, fathomless looks. "I think you're a lot safer in the dress."

The heat that passed between them was swift and unmistakable. She bit  the inside of her mouth. Unfair, her eyes told him. I thought we were  playing by the rules.

You asked for that one, his gaze flashed in return. Be honest.

She wanted to say she had no experience playing this game. That she was  merely attempting to keep her job by attending this party. But he was  already scouting the crowd. "Let's make our way to the bar. We can look  for our hosts along the way."

They weren't more than a few feet into the crowd when Harrison spotted  Aristov. He nodded his head toward the far pool. "He's in a tux,  Juliana's in a red dress." Frankie found the couple easily, having also  looked at photos of Leonid Aristov during her research. They stood out  even among this decadent crowd with their superior, distinctive good  looks. A definite power couple.

Harrison acquired a drink for them at the bar, then they wound their way  around the candle-strewn lively pools until they were close enough to  greet Aristov when he was finished his conversation. It was a good  twenty minutes before the Russian made his way over to them with his  entourage. She could feel Harrison's powerful body gaining heat beside  her with every minute that passed.

Harrison and Leonid exchanged greetings. Leonid, a tall, thin Russian  with whiskey-colored eyes and a craggy attractive face, gave Frankie a  kiss on each cheek, then introduced his tall, statuesque girlfriend,  Juliana, and his second in command, Viktor Kaminski. Juliana was a  jaw-droppingly beautiful brunette with just enough imperfections to make  her fascinating. She gave Harrison an appreciative look as he kissed  her on each cheek, then greeted Frankie. Viktor Kaminski, a  ruddy-cheeked, slightly paunchy, not attractive Russian, brought  Frankie's hand to his mouth. "How lucky for Harrison," he murmured  against her fingers.

She retrieved her hand but couldn't escape Viktor's ardent admiration,  particularly when Harrison mentioned she spoke Russian. He insisted she  try it out with him while he told her all about the magnificent  paintings up for auction that evening, a subject she knew nothing about  but feigned interest in.

Thankfully she and Juliana, who was unpretentious and lovely, hit it  off. When Leonid offered to introduce Harrison around, Juliana grabbed  her hand. "I'll take Francesca to get another glass of champagne. You  are so boring when you talk business."

"Good thing I shine in other areas," Leonid came back with one of his crooked smiles.

Juliana gave him a saucy look as she took Frankie's arm and led her  through the crowd. "Two powerful, delicious men," she murmured. "They  look good together."

She couldn't argue with that.

At the bar, Juliana claimed two seats. Frankie sat down beside her.  "Poor Viktor," Juliana teased, "he so has the hots for you. But who  would be interested in him when your boss looks like Harrison?"

"I'd like to keep my job."

Juliana's dark eyes sparkled. "You can always find another job..."

Not like hers. Not when she'd worked so hard to prove she could be a  success. She hadn't performed a ground-breaking open-heart surgery like  her brother Emilio had.

Juliana caught the bartender's attention and ordered them champagne.  "Leonid says Harrison has big political ambitions...that a presidential  run isn't out of the question."

"I wouldn't mention that to him," Frankie said drily. "He'll feed you a  whole spiel about how presidential candidates don't really run. They  lurk."         

     



 

"Still." Juliana gave her a meaningful look. "Power is an aphrodisiac. And he is delicious."

"He's not hard to look at."

"There's tension between him and Leonid," Juliana observed.

She kept her smile even. "I think Harrison is just anxious to close the  deal. There seems to be a couple of minor sticking points."

Juliana snorted. "I think they're too much alike, that's the problem.  Leonid likes to be in control. So does Harrison. They're alpha dogs of  the highest order. Even if Leonid's empire is crumbling in a very public  way, his ego needs to be stroked."

Frankie wasn't sure that was in the cards.

The bartender laid two glasses of champagne on the bar. Juliana slid one  over to Frankie. "People might find it hard to believe, but it's not  all about business with Leonid. Tonight is about him doing good. He is a  good man. He needs to feel the decisions he's making are right. So if  something is holding him back with Harrison's deal at this late stage,  it's not about what's on paper, it's about what's in his heart."

Frankie filed that away for future use. "What's he like?" she asked Juliana curiously. "Leonid? He seems like such an enigma."

The brunette's lips curved. "Very much so. Mensa-level IQ. Hard. Tough  as nails. But good to his friends, good to those who work for him and a  marshmallow with me despite the fact his ex-wife took half his money and  ran."

"One of the good oligarchs, then."

Juliana nodded. "Unlike some. Anton Markovic, for instance." She gave a  delicate shiver. "I wouldn't have him in this house if Leonid didn't do  business with him."

Frankie knew of Markovic, of course. He was one of the world's richest  men, two places higher on the list than Harrison last year. "Is he  here?"

"He's out of the country, thank goodness. I don't have to pretend I like him."

"Why don't you like him?"

The smile faded from the brunette's face. "He's dangerous. Far too many  underworld connections, far too nasty and far too unfriendly to his  women."

Frankie made a mental note to avoid Anton Markovic if she ever came into  contact with him. Which was unlikely since this was probably the last  time she'd ever be at a party like this.

"Anyway," Juliana said, holding her glass up to Frankie's, "enough about business. Cin-cin."

Frankie sipped her champagne slowly as Juliana introduced her around.  But the spirit hit her quickly as it always did. By the time Juliana  delivered her to Harrison the better part of an hour later, she was in a  much more relaxed mood. Harrison, unfortunately, was not. Leonid was  not with him and it was clear from the tense set of her boss's jaw he  had yet to have the talk he needed to have with the Russian.

Juliana left them to facilitate the auction that was to begin shortly  and Viktor disappeared to greet a guest. Harrison threw back the last  swallow of whatever amber liquid he was drinking and scowled. "I have no  idea why we came. He's been avoiding me, pawning me off on his guests  when he knows I want to talk to him."

Frankie thought about what Juliana had said. Did she dare speak up or  would that be the last straw for her and Harrison? She pressed her empty  glass to her chin and surveyed the beast at his most riled. She had  valuable information. She needed to tell him.

She took a deep breath. "Juliana said with Leonid it's not all about  business. That he needs to feel good about the decisions he's making.  She said if something is holding him back with this deal, it's not about  what's on paper, it's about what's in his heart."

The deadly stare he directed at her made Frankie shift her weight to both feet. "You discussed the deal with her?"

Her chin snapped up. "You asked me to feel her out. She was the one to  bring it up. She could sense the tension between you two."

He muttered an oath under his breath. She stood her ground, palms moist,  knees shaky as he turned and prowled over to stare into one of the  cascading pools. "He doesn't need to feel good about the bloody deal,"  he growled. "It's going to save his hide."

"And what's going to save his pride?" Frankie returned softly. "Leonid  is in financial difficulty. His empire is suffering a very public  defeat, yet he throws a party like this one tonight to make a gesture.  It sends a message that he is not bowed by it. That he will survive. Let  him see you understand that. Show him you understand."         

     



 

He turned around, a savage light in his gaze. "This is all from Juliana?"