Free Forgotten Husband by Helen Bianchin Page A

qualm.
     
    'Without your help, my father faces bankruptcy,' she enlightened him starkly, and glimpsed no visible change in his expression.
     
    'I head a multinational corporation which has a complex variety of investments throughout the world. Although I retain a controlling percentage, as director I am responsible to a number of shareholders. Your father's latest appeal for a further extension resulted in extensive feasibility studies. The findings negate any possibility of directorial board approval for either an increase in borrowings or an extension of time.'
     
    Elise felt her misgivings increase at his inflexibility. 'He's ill,' she stressed with a sense of desperation. 'Conclusive tests reveal the necessity for heart surgery.'
     
    'I cannot gamble with my shareholders' money.'
     
    The hard unyielding words brought a rush of anger she barely managed to contain. Don't blow it, an inner voice cautioned. 'My father is a very proud man for whom honesty and integrity are sacrosanct. Hansen Holdings has been a family company for three generations,' she informed him with commendable steadiness, given the short rein she held on her temper. 'It will kill him if he loses everything in a bankruptcy action.'
     
    His expression did not change. He was a superb tactician, watchful, waiting for her to plot the next move. There was no doubt he would win the game, but for the moment she was still a player, even if he held all the cards.
     
    'Commendable sentiment isn't sufficient reason for me to grant the extension your father requires.'
     
    He was an obdurate, unfeeling monster, she decided with bitter acrimony. Truly el diablo. Pride lifted her chin and lent her eyes a fiery sparkle. 'What would you consider to be sufficient reason?'
     
    His eyes darkened fractionally, and she was unable to look away. His intent gaze had a mesmeric effect, and a slow heat suffused her body, reaching deep to unleash an entire gamut of sensations she was loath to recognise.
     
    A deep insistent burr was almost an anticlimax as it broke the fraught silence, and Elise watched as he reached for the in-house phone, privy to the brusqueness of his voice as he checked the time and intimated he was on his way.
     
    Replacing the receiver, he moved away from the desk. 'I am needed in the board room.'
     
    She endeavoured to keep the desperation from her voice. 'Please...'
     
    His eyes seared hers, lancing right through to her soul. After what seemed an interminable silence, he drawled, 'Have dinner with me tonight.' He named a well-known restaurant. 'Meet me there. Seven-thirty,'
     
    Her lips formed a single negation, only to have it remain locked in her throat.
     
    'A test of filial loyalty, wouldn't you agree?' He moved with lithe ease towards the door. 'My secretary will see you out.'
    * * *
     
    A shiver shook Elise's slim frame as the image disappeared and, no matter how hard she concentrated, it was impossible to recall.
     
    Alejandro paused beside her, his expression intent as his eyes raked her pate cheeks. 'What is it?'
     
    She lifted a hand and smoothed a stray tendril of hair back behind her ear. Slowly she turned towards him, her eyes shadowed and pensive.
     
    'I was in your office.' She drew in a deep breath, then relayed a description. She looked at him, puzzlement creasing her forehead. 'I was appealing to you to extend my father's company loan.' she explained shakily. 'You were angry,' she revealed slowly. 'We both were.'
     
    She'd felt it, breathed it in those few brief minutes, a palpable entity so vivid it made her feel terribly afraid.
     
    His expression was impossible to fathom. 'How much were you able to remember?'
     
    Was that why she'd married Alejandro? To save her father?
     
    Her head began to reel, and she drew a deep breath in a conscious effort to stave off a spell of dizziness.
     
    'You were called in to a board meeting,' she reveiled slowly, trying desperately to recall the elusive image without success. ‘I