viewing was the big attraction and that was primarily a dawn and dusk event.
Not that he was interested, but it would be useful to mention the possibilities for expansion when it came to negotiations with potential buyers.
‘So, tell me, what’s the deal with the herbal tea and no sugar?’ she asked.
‘It’s a mystery,’ he lied. ‘Unless the ants have got into the stores.’
‘Ants?’
‘Big ones.’ He held thumb and forefinger apart to demonstrate just how big.
Her eyes widened a fraction. ‘You’re kidding?’
He said nothing. There were ants that big but the storeroom had been designed and constructed to keep them out.
She had, however, been rather dismissive of Leopard Tree Lodge. Worse, she was on a mission to disrupt it.
Protecting the unspoilt places where he built his resorts from pollution of every kind—including noise—had been high on his agenda from the outset. And, in his admittedly limited experience, weddings tended to be very noisy affairs.
Unfortunately, Celebrity would have a contract and wouldn’t hesitate to sue him and his company for every lost penny if he messed with their big day. And that would be small beer compared to compensation for distress to the bride, the groom, their families, the bridesmaids…
He was stuck with the wedding, so tormenting the woman he now realised was the wedding planner was about as good as it was going to get.
CHAPTER THREE
A wedding is a day to spend with friends…
—The Perfect Wedding by Serafina
March
THE WEDDING PLANNER, however, refused to fulfil the role assigned.
There was no girly squeal at the thought of giant ants munching their way through the sugar supply. No repeat of the shriek provoked by the raid on her breakfast by a thieving monkey.
She merely shook her head, as if he’d done no more than confirm her worst fears, took a small black notebook out of her robe pocket, wrote something in it and then returned it to her pocket before turning back to the tray.
‘There’s a little pot of honey, here,’ she said, picking it up and showing it to him. ‘According to my partner, it actually tastes better in coffee as well as being healthier than refined sugar.’
‘That’ll be fine. I don’t want milk.’ He watched her open the pot, then said, ‘Partner?’
From the way Francis had spoken, he’d assumed she was on her own. He hadn’t noticed anyone with her, but he hadn’t been interested enough to look until the scent of coffee had reached him.
‘Is he with you?’
‘She.’ She stirred a spoonful of honey into his coffee. Then, realising what kind of partner he meant, she added, ‘Sylvie’s my business partner. And no. She’s got a project of her own keeping her busy right now.’
The thought widened her mouth into a smile that momentarily lit up her face, transforming the ‘striking’ into something else. Not beauty—her features were not classically proportioned. It was nothing he could put a name to. He only knew that he wanted to see it again.
‘Not that she’d have come with me even if she was free. Weddings are my department.’ Then, as if aware that she hadn’t made it clear, ‘I’m an events planner.’
‘I’d just about worked that out. It was just that when Francis said you were the “wedding lady” I assumed that you were the bride.’
‘Not in this life,’ she said matter-of-factly as she handed him the cup. ‘My role is simply to deliver the wedding on time, on budget, with no hitches. Will that do?’ she asked as he sipped it and, when he smiled, made another move to go.
‘Stay. Sit down,’ he said with a gesture at the lounger beside him.
‘Do you always issue invitations as an order?’ she asked, ignoring the invitation.
‘On the contrary, I always issue orders as an invitation.’ Then, before she could walk away—he couldn’t remember the last time he’d had to work this hard to keep a woman’s attention; when he’d wanted to—he said, ‘Simply?’
‘Sorry?’
‘You think delivering a wedding here will be simple?’
That earned him a smile of his own. A slightly wry one, admittedly, with one corner of her mouth doing all the work and drawing attention to soft, full lips.
‘Weddings are never simple,’ she said, perching on the edge of the lounger rather than stretching out beside him as he’d hoped. Keen to be off and conquering worlds. No prizes for guessing who that reminded him of. ‘Certainly not this one.’
‘But you’re the wedding lady,’ he reminded her. ‘It was your bright idea to have the wedding here.’
‘You don’t approve the choice of location?’ she asked, her head tilting to one side. Interested rather than offended.
He shrugged without thinking and as he caught his breath she moved swiftly to steady the cup with one hand, placing her other on his shoulder.
‘Are you all right?’ she said.
No. Actually, far from all right.
As she’d leaned forward her robe had gaped to offer him a tantalising glimpse of the delights it was supposed to conceal. Her breasts were not large, but they were smooth, invitingly creamy and, without doubt, all her own and he was getting an overload of stimulation. Pain and pleasure in equal measure.
‘A noisy celebrity wedding doesn’t seem to fit the setting,’ he said and, doing his best to ignore both, especially the warmth of her palm spreading through him, he looked up.
Her face was close enough to see the fine down that covered her fair, smooth skin. Genuine concern in those extraordinary eyes. But what held his attention was a faint white scar that ran along the edge of her jaw. It would, under normal circumstances, have been covered by make-up, but Josie had come on her errand of mercy without stopping to apply the mask that women used to conceal their true selves from the outside world.
No make-up. No designer clothes.
It left her more naked than if she’d stripped off her robe and he had to clench his hand to stop himself from reaching out, tracing the line of it from just beneath her ear to her chin as if he could somehow erase it, erase the memory of the pain it must have caused her, with his thumb.
‘What about the other guests who are here to watch the wildlife?’ he demanded, rather more sharply than he’d intended as he sought to distance himself. ‘Don’t they get any consideration?’
‘There won’t be any,’ she said, removing her hand as she sat back,
