The Billionaire's Housekeeper Mistress(17)

‘Oh!’

The enchanting flush rose in her cheeks again. He couldn’t resist brushing the soft warm skin with his fingertips, pretending it was a farewell gesture and a salute of respect. ‘Got to go. You’ll be fine, Daisy. Don’t worry. Just do what you think should be done.’

He took his leave before he was tempted into some extreme indiscretion himself. Slowly, slowly, was the best plan of action with Daisy Donahue, he told himself as he climbed into his BMW. But he couldn’t stop himself from driving off with an exhilarating burst of speed.

She was in his house.

Within reach.

Whenever he chose to push the connection.

Maybe she would disappoint him in the end, turn into another princess once she gave in to what he wanted, capitalising on the sexual power a woman could always wield. Whether she did or not was irrelevant right now. She was throwing out a challenge which was totally irresistible and Ethan was not about to be deterred from winning it.





CHAPTER FIVE



DAISY watched Ethan Cartwright drive away with very mixed feelings. Not only was he a sexy devil, she was actually beginning to like him, which was even more unsettling. This situation would be much easier if she could hang onto her former judgement that he was a spoilt, self-centred, arrogant egomaniac who had so much obscene wealth he didn’t know or care how ordinary people lived.

All of which was probably still true. It shouldn’t make any difference that he was into games and liked doing his own cooking and seemed to admire her for coping with her parents’ financial difficulties. Unlike her ex-boyfriend who’d thought she was completely off her brain for giving up the city lifestyle that matched his and moving out to Ryde which was totally inconvenient for dating.

She’d been a blind fool to think herself in love with Carl Jamieson. When their relationship had involved easily arranged fun times, he’d been an absolute charmer, but he’d had neither any empathy nor patience with her decision to help her parents keep their home. All he’d cared about had been the inconvenience to him and the restrictions it would place on their sex life. He’d only loved her because she’d fitted in with his needs, and when that wasn’t going to happen all the time, it was ‘Goodbye, Daisy’.

She could see their relationship more clearly now. At the beginning she’d been enormously flattered by Carl’s interest in her—a handsome, with-it guy, forging a successful career in computer technology. What did he want with an ordinary girl like her? She was reasonably attractive, reasonably intelligent, a capable kind of person, but nothing special. But that, of course, had made her the perfect choice for Carl—someone eager to fall in with whatever he wanted, someone who didn’t outshine or compete with him, who thought he was wonderful…until he showed that he wasn’t.

He’d wanted an easy, uncomplicated partner who would always put him first, and she had, oh, so willingly done that until her parents’ problems had rearranged her priorities and proved to her beyond any doubt that Carl was not the kind of man to be counted on in a crisis and definitely not someone she would want to marry. Even so, the hurt and disillusionment of the break-up had lingered on, making her disinterested in men in general.

Especially handsome men who always put what they wanted above every other consideration.

It certainly wouldn’t be good for her to get interested in Ethan Cartwright, she fiercely told herself. Nevertheless, he had shown enough concern for her crisis to give her this job, which gave some credit to his character. On the other hand, he could well afford it, so maybe not too much credit. Paying her salary was probably only a drop in the bucket to him, totally negligible. However, her own pride insisted she earn it as best she could and it was about time she set about doing something active instead of churning over feelings that had nothing to do with work.

Anxious to be in hearing distance when the chandelier people and the architect called at the house, she remained inside, taking up Ethan Cartwright’s invitation to check out the rest of the rooms. He’d set up a computer work station in his office. The utility room was already furnished with a washing machine and clothes dryer, ready for his use. She noticed there was a handy chute in one corner for dirty clothes to be dropped down from upstairs. Very convenient. The powder room under the staircase was positively luxurious—mostly gleaming white with artistic touches of black and silver.

The bedrooms upstairs were huge compared to most modern standards, all of them with built-in cupboards and en suite bathrooms. The master suite, which was the only one furnished and obviously being used, was enormous. Not only did it have its own private bathroom with a jacuzzi and a shower big enough for two, but a large dressing room, as well.