implication of all sheâd said up to that moment sank in. She had probably sounded like a madwoman.
âYouâre the president of Smythe International,â she murmured weakly. âThe third largest import company of its kind in this country.â She had readabout him in the Wall Street Journal and Fortune, as well as the society columns in the Tribune. He was always referred to as The American EarlâLord Matthew Smytheâa member of the British aristocracy who had come to America and made himself a second fortune.
âWeâve done well,â he murmured dismissively. âLook, I donât want you to take this the wrong way, Miss Benton. You have to understand, Iâm in a rare fix here. An hour from now, three buyers for prosperous, upscale retail companies, along with their wives and traveling companions, will arrive at this suite.â He shoved strong fingers through his neatly clipped hair. It fell immediately back into place, every hair in line. âServing samples of the products I bring into this country doesnât make a strong enough impact to guarantee a sale. I need a partner circling the room, listening for comments, keeping spouses entertained, putting on a gracious face. I need you. â The last three words were very nearly a growl.
âBut I donâtââ She was about to protest that she knew nothing about entertaining elite company when the possible benefits of her situation slammed up against her innate shyness. Five hundred dollars and goodwill toward man aside, the experience and contacts gained from such an evening would be invaluable. Sheâd be a fool to say no! âIâll change and be back in less than an hour.â
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âThat dress looks good, too. I donât know why youâre fussing so much over one little cocktail party.â Abbyâs roommate, Dee DâAngello, sat in the center of Abbyâs bed, watching her try on the sixth dress in fifteen minutes.
âIf you saw in person what he looks like, youâd understand,â Abby said dryly. âThe man is gorgeous. And his suit! Better than an Armani. Had to be hand-tailored.â She tugged another dress down over her head and stood before the mirror on her closet door, smoothing out wrinkles. âDo you have any idea of the cost of a tailored suit these days? Iâll bet his tie alone cost more than my take-home pay for a week.â
âSounds like someone is hung up on yon company prez,â Dee mused.
âDonât be ridiculous. Iâm just trying to survive this night so I can pick up some pointers. Smythe is at the top of the heap I want to be in.â
âYou think by spending one evening in the same room with the man, some of his brilliance will rub off on you?â
Abby laughed, shaking her head. âIâm not that naïve. This is a chance to peek inside the real world of the import-export business. Hanging out with Lord Smythe and his high-powered clients for a couple of hours is more valuable than a year of graduate seminars, better than five years standing behind the counter at a place like the Cup and Saucer. This is how the rich and famous do business!â
âAll well and good,â Dee admitted, âbut be careful. The wealthy live fast lives. People who have more money than they know what to do with use it to get into trouble.â
Abby wriggled her toes into a pair of beige sling-backs and studied the effect. âWhat are you saying?â she asked absently.
âDonât commit yourself to more than you can afford to give.â Dee gave her a knowing look from beneath dark, lowered eyelashes.
Abby laughed. âYou mean I shouldnât jump into bed with one of Smytheâs clients just to cement a deal for him? Donât worry, I wonât.â
âWhat about Smythe himself? The man sounds pretty yummy.â
Abby considered this new and admittedly interesting possibility then