Nick Delaware had no marketing experience and no software experience. He was an investor who injected money and business acumen into financially struggling companies with loads of potential then sold them for huge profits. As far as the seminar attendees were concerned, Nick Delaware knew nothing about software. They'd be insulted if an investor—albeit a good one—was trying to sell them a solution to their data warehousing problems. They wouldn't touch Software Solutions' application with a barge pole if Nick Delaware was trying to sell it to them, but with Damien Vane up there on the podium conducting demonstrations, they would lap it up.
And they were. So far everyone assumed he was Vane. These men and women were I.T. professionals at heart who got a kick out of the latest technology. They sat at their computers most days; they didn't move in the circles he moved in, and they'd never met Vane, an American. Nick was media shy, preferring not to have photos of himself taken, even for the website. None of the attendees would ever know about the switch.
As soon as he got back to Sydney he was going to fire Vane, replace him with a tee-totaling celibate. He was slipping anyway, an unreliable has been. Still no one outside Software Solutions would know that it was the company's owner who'd done the demonstrations.
"Actually I'm the Vice President of Marketing."
Abbey nodded. "Right. Very impressive. So it all went well today?"
Nick nodded then caught himself. He needed to steer clear of this topic if he didn't want to reveal his identity. She thought she was getting Vane—he might as well take advantage of the misunderstanding. "Abbey, I don't really want to discuss work." He leaned back in his chair. "Tell me about you."
She sat up straight and blinked at him. "Um, okay. What do you want to know?"
Good question. What did he want to know? Did he want to know anything about her at all, or would he rather keep a safe, unemotional distance? Best to keep the conversation polite but friendly.
"Have you lived in Melbourne all your life?"
She nodded. "Like it?"
She shrugged. "It's okay. I'd really like to travel to Europe though."
"Anywhere in particular or just Europe in general?"
"France."
"Really? I was there last year."
Abbey's mouth dropped and her eyes widened. "What's it like? Is Paris as beautiful as they say?"
"I don't know who 'they' are or what they say about Paris, but yes, it's a beautiful city. Very romantic. Well, I was there for work, but I'm sure it would be romantic if I had female company."
Nick realized he should have said his wife. Vane was married. Did she even know Vane was married?
Abbey grinned. It was spectacular—the sort of smile that changed a pretty face into an extraordinary one. It was also highly contagious. He couldn't help but grin back.
"You should've had a holiday while you were there," she said. "You know, added another week on the end, after your business was finished. That's what I would have done if I were ever lucky enough to go to Paris for work."
"Easier said than done. I had to fly back to Sydney. It's difficult to be away from the office for long."
"Your boss sounds like a task master."
Nick laughed. "He is. But that's okay, I like what I do. It's my passion."
She frowned. "Strange passion. Perhaps if you had a hobby you'd learn to relax a little more. You could take up yoga or bush walking."
Nick crossed his arms in front of him on the table. This woman was getting a little presumptuous telling him what he should and shouldn't do. And who said he wasn't relaxed? He was; just enough to keep his staff happy without allowing them to walk all over him.
"I have responsibilities to my employees. I can't just take time off here and there when I feel like it."
She shrugged. "I don't see why not. All work and no play makes Damien a very dull man."
She thought he was dull? "I wasn't always a workaholic," he said defensively, not really sure why he felt the urge to alter her perception of him. "I used to be pretty wild when I was younger."
"Really? Tell me about it."
He laughed. "You're nosy, aren't you?"
She shrugged two deliciously naked shoulders. "I'm just being friendly."
Right. Friendly. She was just making small talk with the man who owed her money. It's what she did, a mechanism to lull him into a false sense of security, to loosen him up for later. This woman knew exactly what she was doing and it had nothing to do with being interested in his childhood. Well, she could forget about trying to make polite small talk with him. He wasn't about to fall for her tricks.
"I think we'll drop that topic of conversation," he said.
Abbey sat back in her chair, surveying him through unblinking eyes. "Yes, Sir!"
Nick flinched at the mocking tone.
"Let's talk about something you don't mind talking about then," she said, a smile twitching her plump lips again. Kissable lips.
Her smile had an amazing ability to relax him. Nick Delaware wasn't used to being relaxed. It spread a warm, caressing sensation over his skin.
"Like what?"
"Where else have you been? Other than France, I mean."
He shrugged. "You name it, I've probably been there."
"Wow. Really?" She leaned forward conspiratorially. "Either you're incredibly rich or you've got a great job."
He laughed. She was sassy, he had to give her that. He ignored the first part of her question altogether. "The job takes me places but I never really get to see them. Not the way I want to."
"Which is?"
"Slowly. I'd rather take my time. Spend a few weeks in a village in Tuscany or on felucca floating down the Nile." He shrugged. "All I get to see is the inside of a hotel room and an office block or two. Not very interesting."
It wasn't entirely a lie. He'd traveled around the world when he was in his early twenties, care of a trust fund and family money. But since he'd started his own business investing in other companies, he didn't get to see much of the cities he visited.
"Ooh, yes, Egypt," Abbey crooned. "Another place I want to visit. I love ancient history. I even thought about becoming an archaeologist but it meant an extra three years and I'd already had enough of study after finishing my Arts degree."
Nick raised his eyebrows as Abbey's drew together. She coughed and looked away.
But Nick wasn't going to let that one slide by. "You went to university? What did you major in? Sensual massage?"