Free Millionaire's Society Mistress by Marie Kelly Page A

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    Nodding softly Craig had shaken Robert Mackenzie’s hand
    “I think that sounds like a plan Sir Robert…look forward to it”
    As the two men had looked understandingly at each other he had caught sight of Fiona as she had moved from the laughing group of women, only to be stopped by a good looking man who had obviously had one drink too many.
    “Fiona!!!” his arms grabbing her as he had pulled her in for a hug, Craig’s eyes narrowing seeing as his hand had moved to grab her bottom, Fiona taking his arm from around her as she had chastised him good humouredly.
    Excusing himself he had quickly moved over to join her, seeing the way the other man was still ogling her even as he had apologised
    “Sorry…sorry … didn’t mean anything by it…but you have a smoking body Fiona”
    She giving him a frown at his inappropriate comments, jumping as Craig had moved up behind her.
    “Everything OK?” he had murmured softly, seeing as the young man had looked up at him struggling to focus
    “Hey…don’t move in, the lady has pulled”
    Fiona groaning softly feeling Craig stiffening beside her as she had looked pleadingly up at him
    “Allan I would like you to meet Craig…my boyfriend”
    The young man’s face comical as he had taken time for the words to sink in before looking so down-crested, his hands coming up defensively
    “Damn…sorry, my bad”
    His eyes once more returning to Fiona, his expression sad
    “When will it be our time Fiona…when?” Before shuffling away none too steady on his feet.
    Looking up at Craig she had seen as his eyes had followed Allan, his lips curled in a grin.
    “Time to go” he had whispered in her ear as she had looked enquiringly at him
    “Did you get what you needed?” his smile answer enough, as he had placed his hand on the base of her back, the warmth and feel of it sending strange tremors through her.
    Once more sitting in the car she had looked across at him.
    “Sorry about Allan, he really isn’t normally like that”
    Craig looking over at her in surprise, his face holding a hint of confusion
    “You Scottish blue bloods confuse me” he had finally bitten out, as with a small irritated sigh at his once more use of the phrase ‘blue bloods’ she had asked why
    “During the daylight hours and whenever I need to deal with you, you are polite, kind even, but aloof. It is easier to get into a new restaurant on opening night in New York than to get inside your ivory towers. Yet behind open doors your parties are…not what I was expecting”
    Giving him a quick sideways look she had asked
    “And what were you expecting?”
    Craig had paused, realising that he was so used to the many tedious cocktail parties, in which the settings were muted, polite and meant as venues for business conversations to begin. The party he had left however, had been loud, vibrant with everybody knowing each other, all chatting about their lives, the realisation hitting him that it was personal. Not even Sir Robert MacKenzie, a well known businessman had been prepared to talk business at the party, this confusing him.
    “I suppose I expected your party to be more…..polite, sophisticated”
    Chuckling softly she had looked back at him with laughing eyes
    “I would have thought that the costumes might have prepared you Craig”
    Still serious his eyes had once more flicked over Fiona
    “You are case in point”
    Giving a small smile she had considered her reply before speaking softly
    “We are an old country Craig. We trust what and who we know and look at newcomers with suspicion. Given our history we have every right to be that way. Also I suppose that we would prefer to support those that we know, not new brash ‘promise you the world’ types”
    Frowning softly he had moved the car out of the estate, his voice questioning
    “So I suppose that you consider me brash?” Fiona nodding gently.
    “Your reputation proceeds you” he frowning softly
    “What does that mean?”