NINA!?

Pinakabagong kabanata

• In my Bed   Meet Mary II

  Nina was fast sharpening her mind as they were met at the entrance to the restaurant by the maitre d' and informed that Mrs. Pierson had arrived and was enjoying a drink in the bar lounge."Must be anxious," Ken muttered as they were led to where a woman sat on a grey leather sofa. Her attention drawn to the fantastic view over the city of Sydney, dramatically displayed by the wall of windows.Her hair was pure white, waving softly around slightly chubby face which was relatively unlined and still showing how pretty she must have been in her youth. About seventy, Nina judged taking heartbeat the gentle ladylike look of the woman. Definitely not a battle axe. Nit frosty either. She wore a pink chanel style suit with an ivory silk blouse, pearl brooch, pearl studs in her ears and many rings on her fingers."Mum!"Her sons curt tone whipped her head around, her whole body jerking slightly at being startled. Bright blue eyes looked up at him then made an in

• In my Bed   Meet Mary.

  Nina took a deep, deep breath, let it out slowly, then forced her feet to walk steadily to her desk, no teetering in heels, shoulders back, correct carriage, just as Diane had drilled her. It was good to sit down. She was still quaking inside from the reaction her new image had drawn from Ken Pierson.Diane had confidently predicted it would knock his socks off but Nina had believed he would probably look at her blankly for a few seconds, dismiss the whole thing as frivolous female foibles, then get straight down to business. Never in a million years would she have anticipated being attacked on it. Nor looked at so... so intenselyIt had been awful, turning around from the hatstand and finding those piercing blue eyes fixed on her breasts. Her heart started galloping. Even worse, she had felt her nipples hardening into prominent nubs which she was pretty sure was visible underneath the snug cashmere sweater she wore.She'd clipped out a quick greeting to get

• In my Bed   NINA!?

  MONDAY MORNING...Ken heard Nina Hart arrive in the office which adjoined his... promptly at eight-thirty as she did every workday. Totally reliable, he thought with satisfaction. He had no qualms whatsoever about entrusting his mothers well-being and pleasure in this upcoming south-east Asia tour to his punctual and efficient personal assistant.It didnt occur to him that the request he was about to make was tantamount to inviting Nina Hart into his personal and private life.To his mind, it was simply a matter of moving people into positions to achieve what had to be achieved. He could manage another two weeks more or less by himself, asking the absolute minimum of another P.A, while his mother enjoyed a stress free trip. Once the fortnight was over, everything would shift back to normal.He rose form his desk and strode to the connecting door, intent on handing the tour folder to Nina so she could get straight to work on doing what had to be don

• In my Bed   Chapter Two

  KEN.His mother was upset.Ken didnt like his mother being upset. It had taken her a while to get over his father's death and establish a life on her own. For the past few years she been happy, planning overseas trips and going on them with her bridge partner, Joanne Hudgens, a retired school principal who was a natural organiser, a person he could trust to look after his mom on their travels. As misfortune would have it, Joanne had fallen and broken her hip so the tour they'd booked to south east Asia had to be cancelled.He'd spent the whole weekend trying to distract his mother with his company, cheer her up, but she'd remained down in the dumps, heaving miserable sighs, looking forlorn. Now, driving her back to her palm beach home after visiting joyce in Mona Vale hospital, Ken saw she was fighting tears. He reached across and squeezed her hand, trying to give sympathetic comfort."Dont worry about Joanne. Hip replacement is not a dangerous proc

• In my Bed   A COMPLETE MAKEOVER.

  'The kind of man you want Nina is the marrying kind.'The quiet authority of her mothers voice cut through the buzz of suggestions being tossed around by her three sisters, all of whom had succeeded in marrying the men of their choice. This achievement made them feel qualified to hand out advice which Nina should take, now that she had been forced to confess her failure to get a commitment from the man who'd been her choice.Cole had told her he felt their relationship was stifling him. He needed space. So much space he was now in Nepal, half a world away from Sydney, planning to find himself or lose himself in the Himalayas, meditate in a Buddhist monastery, anything but make a life with a too managing woman.It was shaming, humiliating to have to admit his defection to her family, but there was no excuse for not attending her father's sixtieth birthday luncheon today and no avoiding having to explain Coles absence.The five of them. Her mother, her si