too many people ever dared to question this arrogantly decisive man on anything!
Besides which, Eva really wasn’t interested in Michael D’Angelo’s relationship with his staff, or his luncheon appointment with some French count. She was more concerned with finishing the conversation the two of them had been having before they were interrupted.
Was Michael D’Angelo seriously suggesting that she stay on in Paris for a week or two? What for? Whatever his reasoning he had better explain himself soon, because the twins would shortly be waking up and demanding their own lunch—probably at the top of their healthy lungs!
‘And if the Comte is...unhappy with this arrangement?’ Pierre prompted his employer.
‘Then he’ll just have to be unhappy,’ Michael D’Angelo snapped. ‘Just reschedule if that should be the case, Pierre,’ he added dismissively as the younger man still looked uncertain.
A man, Eva realised, who had in all probability been working at Paris Archangel at the time Rachel was involved with Rafe D’Angelo...
‘How long have you worked at Archangel, Pierre?’ she prompted curiously, and instantly earned herself a frowning glance from Michael D’Angelo.
The younger man shot his employer a slightly startled glance before answering Eva’s question. ‘I—I have had the pleasure of being Assistant Manager here for almost four years now,’ he answered her guardedly.
Eva gave a rueful smile at the man’s tactful reply; she somehow doubted that was altogether true during the times when the forceful Michael was the D’Angelo brother in charge!
Her smile faded as she frowned. ‘In which case, you will have been here—’
‘We should let Pierre go to lunch now, Eva,’ Michael interrupted her firmly, easily guessing where she was going with this conversation. And having Eva question the Archangel staff, or anyone else for that matter, as to whether or not they had known of her sister’s relationship with Rafe fifteen months ago was exactly what Michael was trying to avoid happening.
‘I’m sure Pierre doesn’t mind my interest, Michael,’ Eva returned the familiarity with saccharin sweetness. ‘Especially when he finds it such a pleasure to work here.’
Michael eyed her sceptically, not fooled for a moment by that sweetness; Eva Foster had a tart little tongue in her beautiful head, one that he, and no doubt most of the men who met her, could easily imagine being put to better use. Eva Foster was seriously underestimating her own beauty and attraction if she believed having custody of the twins would deter most men from being attracted to her!
It was obvious, from the admiration gleaming in Pierre’s gaze, that even a married man with two small children wasn’t totally immune to the attraction of that glossy dark hair and those violet-coloured eyes!
‘I’m afraid I have to insist,’ Michael rasped harshly before turning to look at the younger man with narrowed eyes. ‘I’m leaving now, Pierre, and won’t be coming back to the gallery again today,’ he informed the other man dismissively. ‘So if you could see to the cancelling of my appointments for the rest of the day, and make sure that everywhere is locked up and ready for security before you leave this evening...?’
‘Of course,’ the younger man confirmed slightly dazedly. ‘Mademoiselle,’ he added politely to Eva Foster before leaving and closing the office door behind him, both men fully aware that hadn’t been Michael’s intention before Eva Foster had arrived at the gallery.
‘You shouldn’t have stopped me,’ Eva Foster protested impatiently. ‘He might have met Rachel, been able to confirm her relationship last year with your brother Rafe—’
‘The only person I’m interested in confirming that relationship—or otherwise—is my brother Rafe,’ Michael assured grimly.
‘And he’s unavailable!’
Michael scowled across at her. ‘What do you want from me, Eva? Do you want me to
Besides which, Eva really wasn’t interested in Michael D’Angelo’s relationship with his staff, or his luncheon appointment with some French count. She was more concerned with finishing the conversation the two of them had been having before they were interrupted.
Was Michael D’Angelo seriously suggesting that she stay on in Paris for a week or two? What for? Whatever his reasoning he had better explain himself soon, because the twins would shortly be waking up and demanding their own lunch—probably at the top of their healthy lungs!
‘And if the Comte is...unhappy with this arrangement?’ Pierre prompted his employer.
‘Then he’ll just have to be unhappy,’ Michael D’Angelo snapped. ‘Just reschedule if that should be the case, Pierre,’ he added dismissively as the younger man still looked uncertain.
A man, Eva realised, who had in all probability been working at Paris Archangel at the time Rachel was involved with Rafe D’Angelo...
‘How long have you worked at Archangel, Pierre?’ she prompted curiously, and instantly earned herself a frowning glance from Michael D’Angelo.
The younger man shot his employer a slightly startled glance before answering Eva’s question. ‘I—I have had the pleasure of being Assistant Manager here for almost four years now,’ he answered her guardedly.
Eva gave a rueful smile at the man’s tactful reply; she somehow doubted that was altogether true during the times when the forceful Michael was the D’Angelo brother in charge!
Her smile faded as she frowned. ‘In which case, you will have been here—’
‘We should let Pierre go to lunch now, Eva,’ Michael interrupted her firmly, easily guessing where she was going with this conversation. And having Eva question the Archangel staff, or anyone else for that matter, as to whether or not they had known of her sister’s relationship with Rafe fifteen months ago was exactly what Michael was trying to avoid happening.
‘I’m sure Pierre doesn’t mind my interest, Michael,’ Eva returned the familiarity with saccharin sweetness. ‘Especially when he finds it such a pleasure to work here.’
Michael eyed her sceptically, not fooled for a moment by that sweetness; Eva Foster had a tart little tongue in her beautiful head, one that he, and no doubt most of the men who met her, could easily imagine being put to better use. Eva Foster was seriously underestimating her own beauty and attraction if she believed having custody of the twins would deter most men from being attracted to her!
It was obvious, from the admiration gleaming in Pierre’s gaze, that even a married man with two small children wasn’t totally immune to the attraction of that glossy dark hair and those violet-coloured eyes!
‘I’m afraid I have to insist,’ Michael rasped harshly before turning to look at the younger man with narrowed eyes. ‘I’m leaving now, Pierre, and won’t be coming back to the gallery again today,’ he informed the other man dismissively. ‘So if you could see to the cancelling of my appointments for the rest of the day, and make sure that everywhere is locked up and ready for security before you leave this evening...?’
‘Of course,’ the younger man confirmed slightly dazedly. ‘Mademoiselle,’ he added politely to Eva Foster before leaving and closing the office door behind him, both men fully aware that hadn’t been Michael’s intention before Eva Foster had arrived at the gallery.
‘You shouldn’t have stopped me,’ Eva Foster protested impatiently. ‘He might have met Rachel, been able to confirm her relationship last year with your brother Rafe—’
‘The only person I’m interested in confirming that relationship—or otherwise—is my brother Rafe,’ Michael assured grimly.
‘And he’s unavailable!’
Michael scowled across at her. ‘What do you want from me, Eva? Do you want me to
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