Tori,â he said shortly. âAnd itâs Shona who is now his wife.â
âShona, then. Pardon me. Of course you donât want to talk about your dad. Youâd rather talk about me, and how totally immature I am.â
âAre you trying to tell me youâre adult?â he asked scathingly.
It was like a very hard slap. She swallowed hard. âIâll never be adult enough for you, Haddo.â Wasnât that the stark truth?
He flicked a glance over her small, mutinous face. âThe reason Iâm in Sydney, Tori, is because your grandmother asked me to come. Weâve had a long discussion, and the upshot is Iâm going to take you back to Mallarinka with me. Once there, I intend to put you to work.â
That piece of news positively galvanised her. She swung her head, aghast. âIâm an heiress,â she protested strongly. âI donât need to work.â
âWeâre all supposed to work,â he said, in a bracing type of voice. âWork wonât kill you.â
âAnd youâll be my boss?â The very thought sent jolts of rebellion through her.
âDonât sound so shocked. Who else?â
She clenched her long, beautifully manicured fingers in her lap. âIâd be a lot happier working for some other dictator. So what have you got in mind for me?â she asked grimly. âEven supposing Iâll go.â
âOh, youâll go, all right.â His tone deepened.
âWhere does it say I have to obey you?â
He shot her a brief glance, one black eyebrow up. âActually, thereâs a file about a hundred pages long. â
âYou just wait until Iâm twenty-five,â she said, gritting her small teeth.
âI canât wait, actually. Until then Iâm not quitting on you. Iâm the boss. Youâll do what I say.â
âBeast.â
His handsome mouth was amused. âI donât have to be. Just do what I tell you and everything will be okay.â
âSo what do you have in mind?â she asked, her voice dripping sarcasm. âHousework? General maintenance? Camp cook? I canât make a damper, and Iâm rarely invited into a kitchen. Or do you intend to take me on as a jillaroo? Iâd need to polish up my skills for that.â
He sighed. It sounded quite genuine. âDonât you feel you really should have finished your education? Thereâs still plenty of time. Anyway, I have decided on a job for you.â Smoothly he overtook a slow-moving car. The young driver saluted them, obviously in fun.
âTo hell with that!â she growled. âThis is silly. Iâm not going anywhere with you. Damned if I am.â
âOh, yes, you are.â His striking face in the light of the dash indicated he didnât expect nor would he tolerate disobedience. âOr Iâll definitely cut your allowance. Big-time.â
She shook her head, infuriated, blinking back hot tears. âAnd youâre just miserable enough to do it. Itâs all for my own good, of course.â
He glanced at her. His jacket all but swallowed her up. âYour well-being is very important to me, Tori.â
She snorted in disgust. âYou really expect me to believe that?â At the very least he should feel guilty he had broken her heart.
âWell, itâs true,â he answered quietly. âAnd you want to believe it, I think, deep down.â
âNo way,â she scoffed. âSo, what is this little job? And just how long am I supposed to endure detention?â
He flashed her just a glimpse of his marvellous smile. âFor as long as it takes, Victoria.â
âBut thatâs blackmail!â she gasped. âItâs a violation of my human rights. Listen to me, Haddo.â She twisted her body in the seat, staring at his chiselled profile. âI need a time-frame here. A month, two, six months, and youâll pay me to go away. Put
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