His light tone didn’t fool her in the slightest. He was too intuitive, and she loathed his ability to tune into her thoughts. It made her feel vulnerable, and too acutely sensitive.
‘Why should anything bother me? I’ve just sold the most expensive painting featured in this exhibition.’
‘By your own admission, it’s the one you admire most,’ Nikos pursued softly. ‘I imagine you can offer a suggestion how it should be displayed to its best advantage?’
She could tell him to do what he liked with it, but professional etiquette got the better of her.
‘It should occupy centre stage on a wide wall,’ she opined slowly. ‘Preferably painted a very pale shade of blue, so the colours mesh and there’s a sense of continuity.’
Interesting, he perceived, that her love of art overcame her instinctive wariness of him.
‘Now, if you’ll excuse me,’ Michelle said purposefully. ‘There’s something I need to check with my business partner.’ She offered him a polite smile, then turned and went in search of Emilio.
‘So he’s the one,’ Emilio said in a quiet aside several minutes later.
‘I don’t know what you’re talking about.’
‘Yes, you do.’
‘I’d prefer not to discuss it.’
‘As you wish.’
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