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  “Would you kiss me?”

  About the Author

  Books by Jessica Steele

  Title Page

  CHAPTER ONE

  CHAPTER TWO

  CHAPTER THREE

  CHAPTER FOUR

  CHAPTER FIVE

  CHAPTER SIX

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  CHAPTER NINE

  Copyright

  “Would you kiss me?”

  Carter looked at her, and Ashlyn felt that he seemed to know just why she wanted him to kiss her.

  “Your wish is my command,” he said lightly. She smiled again, but tensed as he leaned over her.

  It was finished in less than a second. Simply, briefly, barely touching; his lips brushed hers and suddenly her world righted itself.

  “Thank you,” she told him. Only, that didn’t seem enough. She stretched up her arms to him.

  Jessica Steele lives in a friendly English village with her super husband, Peter, and a boisterous, manic but adorable Staffordshire bull terrier dog called Florence. It was Peter who first prompted Jessica to try writing, and after the first rejection, encouraged her to keep on trying. Luckily—with the exception of Uruguay—she has so far managed to research inside all the countries in which she has set her books. Her thanks go to Peter for his help and encouragement.

  Books by Jessica Steele

  HARLEQUIN ROMANCE

  3327—ITALIAN INVADER

  3356—BACHELOR’S FAMILY

  3385—THE SISTER SECRET

  3407—THE MARRIAGE BUSINESS

  3416—A WIFE IN WAITING

  3436—UNEXPECTED ENGAGEMENT

  3459—WITH HIS RING

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  CHAPTER ONE

  ASHLYN stirred, remembered what day it was and was instantly wide awake. She wanted with all she had to go back to sleep again.

  Though, bearing in mind that she had been dreading today ever since she had first known about it, it was a wonder to her that she had slept at all!

  It had been a complete and utter bombshell, the whole of it, when some weeks ago now, her father had announced that he had sold his company, Ainsworth Cables. She’d realised that there had been one or two signs along the way, but that had been afterwards.

  Prior to her father’s disclosure, her friend Todd Pilkington had questioned, ‘I say, Ash, any truth in the rumour I heard today that Ainsworth Cables is up for grabs?’ She had denied this at once, and it had been too laughable for her even to remember to mention it to her father. Not that she saw too much of him: he worked hard, and if he wasn’t working he and her mother would be out socialising somewhere. And, Ashlyn admitted, she had a lot of friends, male and female, of her own, and was frequently out herself.

  On that particular night, her father had been late in and had joined them in the dining room after she and her mother had sat down to dinner. Ashlyn was halfway through her meal and, having a flair for languages, was silently mulling over the possibility of taking a stab at Japanese, when she all at once had become aware of a certain tension in the air.

  She’d looked to her mother—a young fifty, beautiful, intelligent and with a mind of her own—and a reputation for being one of the most charming hostesses around. Her mother had caught her looking at her, had given a half-smile, and turned her attention to her husband.

  Neville Ainsworth was sixty, had thinning hair and wore glasses and was known to be a shrewd businessman. Which was why it had been such a total shock when, as Ashlyn had sensed telepathic messages going between her parents, he had all at once announced, ‘Well, it’s sold.’

  Ashlyn hadn’t known he had been selling anything, and had wondered briefly if he was thinking of exchanging his car. But, somehow, she’d sensed from the tension in the air that there was something rather more involved than any mere motor vehicle.

  ‘Signed?’ her mother queried. Ashlyn looked from her father back to her mother—clearly she knew what it was that had been sold.

  ‘And sealed—and paid for,’ Neville Ainsworth replied, and her mother smiled. What was going on?

  ‘And Ashlyn? They agreed...?’

  Ashlyn stared at her mother and gave up all pretence of being interested in her meal. ‘Me?’ she butted in. ‘What’s sold? What’s signed and sealed? And,’ she added, as yet nothing too dramatic happening to disturb the calm waters of her life, ‘where do I come into it?’

  She transferred her gaze to her father, her large green eyes resting sensitively on him. She had known all her life that it was a bitter disappointment to him that she was not the son he’d wanted—and that her mother, after a difficult birth, had firmly declined to risk the experience a second time.

  She saw her father look to his wife, and was totally astonished when he calmly revealed, ‘I’ve sold Ainsworth Cables.’

  ‘You’ve sold...?’ She couldn’t take it in. ‘But...but...’ Good grief! The intelligence she had inherited from both her parents began to function—you didn’t just wake up one morning and decide to sell a company as large as her father’s and—hey presto!—by dinnertime the deal was done! ‘How? Why?’ she asked incredulously, in truth feeling just a tiny bit put out that this was the first she had heard of it. ‘How long has it been on the market?’

  ‘Not too long,’ her mother came in, using some of her ample charm. ‘Naturally we’d have told you sooner—when—er—negotiations began—but we didn’t want word to get out.’

  Ashlyn recalled Todd Pilkington’s question of ages ago as to whether there was any truth in the rumour that the firm was for sale. Word had got out, but, just now, that was beside the point—how had her father thought he could keep a thing like this quiet? He had, though, to a large extent, hadn’t he? For apart from that one hint from Todd this was the first she’d heard of it.

  ‘But why?’ she just had to ask then. ‘Why sell? You love work. Love the work you do. Love the—’

  ‘I didn’t have much choice,’ her father cut in bluntly. ‘And if you let that go further than these four walls I’ll...’

  He didn’t finish. He didn’t have to. All her life she had been aware of his mammoth pride, a pride her mother had in abundance too—it was something else which Ashlyn had inherited.

  ‘You’re saying that the firm is—was,’ she hastily corrected, Ainsworth Cables no longer being theirs, ‘in some sort of difficulty?’

  ‘You could say that,’ her father answered offhandedly. Clearly he did not want to talk about it.

  But Ashlyn was already feeling shut out, excluded, and didn’t like it. They were a family, for goodness’ sake, and if something was going wrong then she wanted to be included, involved.

  ‘Financial?’ she questioned. Despite the fact that money had always seemed to be readily available, this could be the only answer.

  ‘Financial,’ he agreed heavily.

  ‘Oh, Daddy, why didn’t you say? I could have sold my car, got a job. I could—’

  ‘And let everyone know we were up against it?’ her mother cut her off acidly, her charm gone. ‘No, thank you very much. We’re worth a little more than that!’ Pride, Ashlyn realised, was the reason why her parents had wanted everything kept
secret. ‘Not that selling your car and getting some dreary little job would have saved the company,’ Katherine Ainsworth added. ‘Unfortunately, your father made some—ahem—’ she coughed, as though it might soften what she had to say ‘—some rather ill-advised decisions which—I’m sorry, Neville...’ She looked at him and continued, ‘Which cost the company dear—and from which we were unable to recover. Ainsworth Cables had been losing money ever since—in fact, had been going steadily downhill.’

  ‘I see,’ Ashlyn murmured, aware that her father must be feeling dreadful. Or was he? Surely by now, with the company sold and her father affluent again—albeit without a company to run—he would not be feeling so dreadful as when he’d had to make the decision to sell? ‘But if the firm’s been going downhill who on earth did you find to buy it?’ She owned she had the least businesslike brain of anyone she knew, but even she just couldn’t see any company buying another company which, by the sound of it, was on its last legs.

  ‘Your father might be down, but he’s certainly not out!’ her mother rebuked her stiffly. And, with a smile to her husband, she continued, ‘In fact he’s managed to pull off a deal that is not only advantageous to the new owners and to ourselves, but which has enabled us to come out of this with our pride intact.’

  ‘Well, I always knew he was pretty clever.’ Ashlyn smiled, only too glad that, by the sound of it, her father had not after all come out of this too badly dented. ‘So—who did you sell Ainsworth Cables to?’

  Husband and wife exchanged what could only be called smug glances. ‘Hamilton Holdings.’ Ashlyn’s father beat her mother to it.

  ‘Hamilton Holdings!’ Ashlyn exclaimed. Good heavens, they were a massive group of companies! And, while Ainsworth Cables was no pint-sized outfit either, from what her father had just been saying she could not see one good reason why such a prosperous conglomerate would have wanted to take on an ailing firm. ‘I know you had a wonderful company...’ she attempted to soften the question ‘...but why, if things were as bad as you say, would a group like Hamilton’s have wanted to take us over?’

  ‘Because they’re a forward-planning company, that’s why.’ Ashlyn was lost. She guessed it showed, because her father went on, looking smug again, ‘I happened to know that they own the land on either side of my factory and offices.’

  ‘Ah!’ A fragile light started to break through.

  ‘Forward planning for any company means thinking not of today, but of five, ten, twenty years from now,’ her father continued. ‘Hamilton Holdings couldn’t have given a tuppenny damn about what my company produced, or how successful it was. The land it stood on, now, that was a very different matter.’

  ‘Your—possession of it—could have held up their future plans?’ Ashlyn guessed.

  ‘And how! It’s a prime site! I’d known for years that they’d be first in with an offer should I ever consider selling. Carter Hamilton himself came to see me. But when I’d stated my price—and Hamilton Holdings weren’t the only people interested, believe me—we got bogged down on—er—one very important issue.’

  The name Carter Hamilton meant little to her, though she guessed he must be some very big noise in the Hamilton tree. Just as she guessed what that one very important issue was. ‘Your employees’ welfare?’ she suggested.

  She realised she was wrong when her father shook his head. ‘Oh, their jobs are secure enough for the time being,’ he stated. But then he went on, ‘We’re talking forward planning here. Hamilton’s are in no great rush, except that the Ainsworth Cables site is the centre, the linchpin if you like, of what they must have, and what their competitors want—land.’

  My word, all this had gone on and she’d never known! ‘So you eventually managed to settle the one very important issue that was bogging the deal down.’ Ashlyn was feeling quite remorseful that, unbeknown to her, her father—and her mother too to some degree—had had a very worrying time of it just lately.

  ‘It took some doing,’ Neville Ainsworth admitted, ‘but, yes, they at last agreed on that very important issue. And we, as a family, are once more solvent. Mmm—extremely solvent.’ He smiled, her mother smiled, and because they both looked so happy Ashlyn began to smile too. In fact her lovely smile was well in evidence when her father, with a meaningful kind of glance to her mother—which Ashlyn didn’t have time to try to decipher—added, ‘All that remains is for me to tell you about that very important issue.’ His smile was suddenly gone, and she had rarely seen him more resolute than when he stated, ‘Because it concerns you.’

  Ashlyn was vaguely aware that at the outset of this conversation her mother had implied that it had something to do with her and some agreement. She began to feel a mite apprehensive. Her mother had some warm and wonderful traits, but it was not unknown for her to take a very tough line if she had to.

  Ashlyn was aware of two pairs of eyes fixed on her, and her feeling of apprehension grew. Even while she had not the slightest idea of how she could figure in any sell-out of her father’s business, she was all at once extremely wary.

  ‘Me?’ she questioned for the second time. ‘What...?’

  ‘You’re a very lucky girl, Ashlyn,’ her father beamed. ‘Not many young women—’ He broke off, and Ashlyn intercepted a look from her mother which clearly said ‘Get on with it’. Her father at once changed tack. “They’ve told me they’re going to continue to use the name Ainsworth Cables for the foreseeable future. Not unnaturally, since I’ve sweated and toiled all hours for that firm, it was important to me that an Ainsworth still had something to do with it.’

  ‘You’re going to keep on working there—in some sort of management capacity?’ Ashlyn guessed.

  ‘Like hell!’ her father snorted—and she saw she had just accidentally rubbed salt into the raw wound of his pride. But before she could rush in to offer an apology he promptly and baldly announced, “The company manager’s job was offered in exchange for what I wanted. But I stuck it out. The result, my dear, is that I’ve managed to negotiate a seat on the board of Hamilton Holdings—for you.’

  Ashlyn’s brain went numb. She played back in her head what her father had just said. It still didn’t sound any better. ‘You’re joking?’ she hoped.

  ‘I was never more serious. I sold out for a substantial amount of cash, a tidy few shares—and a seat on the board for you.’

  ‘But—but...’ Words failed her. ‘The board of Hamilton Holdings?’ Perhaps she’d heard him incorrectly.

  ‘It wasn’t easy.’

  She bet it wasn’t. She bet this Carter Hamilton had offered her father everything else under the sun before he’d agreed to what her father was sticking out for. A prime site! It must be!

  ‘But I don’t know the first thing about being a board member!’ she protested, and still she didn’t believe it. She—a board member of Hamilton Holdings! Ye gods!

  ‘You don’t have to know anything,’ her mother came in calmly, and, realising she had panicked unnecessarily, Ashlyn started to relax a little.

  ‘Oh, you mean it’s just one of those nominal things: my name is on the paper, but I don’t actually have to do anything.’

  ‘Of course you have to do something!’ Abruptly her mother’s tone had changed.

  Oh, heavens, her mother was getting on her high horse! Even so, Ashlyn felt she just could not accept what had been arranged for her without question, without some sort of protest. ‘But why me? Why not Father?’

  ‘Because your father has always been his own boss, that’s why,’ her mother stated angrily. ‘Can you honestly see him taking orders from somebody else? His pride would never allow it.’

  Pride again! But, so far as Ashlyn knew, board members didn’t have to take orders from anyone—or did they? It all proved how little she did know, she realised.

  She tried to say as much. ‘But I don’t know anything at all about the business world. About—’

  ‘I’ve already told you that you don’t have to!’ Katherine Ainsworth remin
ded her sharply. ‘But this way we’ll be able to salvage some pride, and we’ll stop your father’s brothers from speculating that he had to sell, when they hear how badly Hamilton Holdings want you on their board.’

  Uncle Edward and Uncle Richard wouldn’t be fooled for a minute! They knew as much as anybody that she wouldn’t know a balance sheet if she tripped over one. And did they pass balance sheets around at board meetings anyhow?

  This was ridiculous. Totally ridiculous. ‘But—why me?’ she asked. If not her father, then surely her mother would be better able to sit on the board than—

  ‘Why not you?’ her mother cut through her thoughts. ‘Your father has worked hard all these years to support you and see that you’ve wanted for nothing!’ Ashlyn was staring, stupefied and shaken by such an attack, as her mother ended, ‘It won’t hurt you to do something for him for a change.’

  Ashlyn normally had a very good relationship with her mother, given that her mother could occasionally be a bit sharp. But she was fairly staggered to have her round on her in this way, especially since her mother knew full well that she had been keen to train for a career—a career where she would have been able to support herself. Only her mother had objected. Ashlyn did not feel that now was the time to remind her of that fact. Though it was true that, apart from helping her parents entertain various business people from time to time, and act as hostess when her mother was unable, she had done little more to help her father. Not that she had been able to think of anything he wanted help with. Ah... How about he needed help—like now?

  Yet, even while she was being made to feel guilty, and her protests seemed to be growing frighteningly fainter, she just had to try one more time. ‘You know I’ve absolutely no knowledge of business, and know nothing about boardroom procedure...’

  ‘You won’t need to know anything,’ her father came in bracingly. ‘All you have to do is make sure you attend every board meeting. I don’t want them to have the smallest excuse to part with you.’