Free Millionaire's Society Mistress by Marie Kelly Page B

Fiona biting her lip gently as she had continued
    “You buy companies, strip them down for their assets and move on. Make a quick buck here at the expense of others” seeing as his frown had deepened
    “Why do you think we fought you so hard Craig? The people who work for us have worked there in the most part since they left school. We are a nation of builders. We create businesses that run in families for decades and along comes somebody like you threatening that. One thing you should know about Scots is that we go down fighting”.
    Giving a dismissive snort he had given her a sideways look
    “And look where it got you…it didn’t save your Company. The world has changed Fiona and you and your high class friends are being left behind because of us brash ‘promise you the world’ types and soon you will have nothing”.
    Sighing sadly she had looked down at her clasped hands.
    “Maybe, you’re right…but we will never have nothing”
    Anger letting the words spill from her lips as she had turned in her seat to look closely at him
    “In three days time it is Christmas Craig….tell me that there is somebody who will miss you…somebody you will need to phone to tell them you miss them”
    She had seen as his fingers had clenched the steering wheel so tightly they had been white
    “My family…” he had began as she had interrupted him, her voice softer
    “I know about your family, that is not what I meant. Friends, close friends who expect you to be with them” an almost pitying note coming to her voice “You are 33 and have no wife, children or girlfriend to share holidays with…that is sad”
    His silence saying volumes as she had once more turned to stare at the darkness and the road hugged by trees.
    “I will always have people and friends who will look out for me Craig. I might not have “things” but I have the most important thing in life…people who care about me”
    For several minutes there had been silence in the car, Craig feeling the seething heat of anger at her comments, before the realisation that she spoke the truth. His fortune, vast as it was had indeed been made by asset stripping, his reputation formidable. The truth had sat uncomfortably with him not quite sure why as he had concentrated on the road ahead, his lips set in a grim line. The comment about being along the most disturbing thing he had realised. The sudden realisation hitting him of the real difference between the New York and Scottish party scene, one being all about closeness, the other actively avoiding any real contact.
    By his side Fiona had felt bad, not being somebody who took pleasure in insulting or upsetting another person, even if the words were the truth as she had given a soft sigh
    “I’m sorry Craig…that was cruel of me” He giving a dismissive wave of his hand
    “I’ve heard worse” still not looking at her as once more the car had grown silent.
    Eventually with the need to try and fix things she had softly spoken
    “My friends liked you”
    Craig giving a small smile at her side, not sure why that had meant anything to him, not usually one for sentimentality or what others thought of him.
    “Well Allan really seemed to like you” Fiona giving a small groan
    “He was drunk…he would really never do that normally”
    “He was not the only one looking at you like you were the main entree”
    Fiona frowning softly at the accusing note in his voice.
    “Hardly surprising the way you are dressed. Men are men, you look like that and men are going to look at you that way”
    Giving a small snort she had shaken her head
    “Scottish men are civilized and respectful Craig, they would never try something if they didn’t think that you were interested” her dig at the previous evening clear as he had laughed, a laugh devoid of humour
    “You really believe that? You think that those men are any more civilized than me?”
    Fiona raising her chin her expression haughty
    “You wouldn’t understand how