“I chose you for a reason, Kara. You’re just the kind of woman I’m after.”
“And what kind of woman is that?”
Matt placed his fingertips together, leaned his elbows on the table and stared directly into her eyes. “Smart, independent, with no romantic illusions. You’re the perfect choice for me.”
Confusion whirled through her mind. “I don’t get it.”
“I’m looking for a business arrangement. Nothing more. You will appear as my steady girlfriend for the next six months, till I secure a partnership in Dad’s firm. That’s it.”
Nicola Marsh says, “As a girl, I dreamed of being a journalist and traveling the world in search of the next big story. Luckily, I have had the opportunity to travel the world, but my dream to write has never been far from my mind. When I met my own tall, dark and handsome hero, and learned that romance is everything it’s cracked up to be, I finally took the plunge and put pen to paper. I live in the southeastern suburbs of Melbourne with my husband and a baby. When I’m not writing, I work as a physiotherapist for a vocational rehabilitation company, helping people with disabilities return to the workforce. I also love sharing fine food and wine with friends and family, going to the movies and, my favorite, curling up in front of the fire with a good book.”
This is Nicola’s first book!
The Tycoon’s Dating Deal
Nicola Marsh
MILLS & BOON
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To Mum and Dad, for a lifetime of love, and to Martin, for believing in me and our dream
CONTENTS
CHAPTER ONE
‘YOU want me to do what?’
Kara Roberts stared at her best friend in disbelief. As much as she loved Sally, this time she had gone too far.
‘Please, Kara. Pretty please. You know my butt’s on the line, not to mention my business,’ Sally cajoled, a hint of fear in her eyes.
Kara knew she was beaten. She had never seen Sally so desperate. The agency must be in more trouble than the older woman had let on.
Flopping into a nearby chair, Kara folded her arms and leaned back. ‘OK, I’ll do it. Though just this once. You owe me big time, Sal. Real big.’
Sally flew across the room, her greying curls bouncing around her chubby face, and enveloped her in a bear hug.
‘Thanks, sweetie. You’re one in a million.’
Tears glittered in Sally’s brown eyes as she pulled away. Kara’s heart swelled with love for the amazing woman who had taken her in, without question, following her parents’ death. She’d been twelve years old when the two most important people in her life had died in a car accident. Sally, her mum’s best friend, had stepped in and offered her a home. Not just a home. She had supported, encouraged and loved her throughout the difficult teenage years and beyond.
This one favour for Sally, tricky as it may be, would be small repayment for years of love and friendship.
‘OK, now that my neck is on the line, what do I do?’
Sally shuffled through the mountain of paperwork on her desk. ‘Here. Fill these out for a start. This has to be legit, so complete every form and sign on the dotted line.’
Kara took the stack of forms and leafed through them, seeing but not quite believing what she was reading. ‘You’ve got to be kidding, Sal. Eye colour of desired partner? Most romantic dinner? Most erotic place to be kissed? Where do you get this stuff?’
Sally crossed her arms, puffed out her cheeks and slowly exhaled. ‘I need that info to process your data into the computer. You know that. You’ve laughed about it for years, not to mention seen how it works. Why the cold feet now?’
Kara chuckled. ‘I’ve laughed about it when these ridiculous questions are applied to other people. Now that I’m under the microscope, it’s not so funny. Besides, can’t I just skip this part and get the dating over
