Bluegrass Seduction (The Bluegrass Billionaire Trilogy Book 1) (16 page)

I patted her hand. “Well, you did mention how handsome he is,” I reminded her. “It could have distracted you from whether he was saying he wanted or didn’t want everything he was talking about.”

She nodded, biting her lip.

“Oh, one more thing,” I ventured, forcing my face to stay carefully blank. “He did tell you he’s going to be out of the country for the next three months and you’re not to start construction until he returns, right?”

“Oh, now, no… that’s wrong. He wants to move in three months from now. We even talked about the extra hours and workmen it would take. I’ve already got crews on assignment. In fact, we were going to start today after you and I had our meeting.” She sat up straight, her head shaking in denial.

“Oh, dear…” I murmured and clucked my tongue. “He’s done it again.”

“What’s that?” she asked, concerned.

“Well, promise not to let him know I said this?”

She nodded in a conspiratorial gesture.

“He’s dead broke.”

“What?” I seriously thought she might faint.

“Yes, yes… his father has disinherited him. He was to come into millions but they had a falling out and as a result, he was kicked off his father’s farm. He’s living with a decorator friend of his right now. It’s just awful. In fact, he was to buy the practice from his partner and now that’s all fallen through. I wouldn’t doubt that his partner will kick him out as well. He’s very tight with the senior Mr. LaViere. I’m afraid Worth is literally ruined.” I leaned forward, lowering my voice until it was nearly a whisper. “He probably told you to speed up so he’d have somewhere to go soon, but he will figure out some way to delay paying you. He’ll claim something is wrong, some wall is crooked or you put a window in the wrong place. I’ve seen him do it before… making a fuss over details until the contractor just walked away for fear of losing referral business from the senior Mr. LaViere.”

“Oh my God!” she cried out, alarmed completely. “I had no idea. I just assumed… well, you know… he is a LaViere, after all.” Her voice had morphed into a whine.

“You wouldn’t be the first to fall for his lines, I’m afraid. In fact, I’ve had to be on my own guard all these years. Why do you suppose he still lived at home with his parents? He’s a total failure. No money, no patients, his reputation is ruined.” I grabbed her arm, digging my fingers in until I was sure I had her full attention. When her glazed eyes turned back to me, I went on. “Now, remember… don’t tell him you heard this from me. I can’t help you if he thinks I’ve ratted him out. The best I can do right now is to get the contract you signed with him and sneak it out of the building at night so you can destroy it. Then, if I were you, I’d completely disavow knowing him in any way. Pretend you never met him. Did anyone see you meet him?” I asked, pretending great concern.

“No, I don’t think so,” she sighed with relief, tears gleaming in her eyes. I stomped down a wave of guilt. “I can’t thank you enough. This could have ruined my firm and my entire reputation I’ve worked so hard to build. Here, at least let me get the lunch. You’ve done so much for me. Woman to woman… I can’t thank you enough.”

“That’s quite all right — let’s just say we women stick together. Now, I’ll find that contract and either destroy it personally or get it to you. Deal?”

“Thank you again, so much, Ms. Langford. I’m quite indebted to you. If there was any way I could repay you…”

“Oh, that’s just fine.” I soothed, then kicked immediately into Part Two of my plan. “Oh, my goodness! I just realized!”

“What?” her eyes held alarm.

“I don’t know why I didn’t think of it before this. It just so happens I’m going to be hiring an architect myself. I have a charitable foundation with a new project at Sunset Village. All the best families are donating and it could really be quite a plum for the right firm to do the design work. But…” I slumped back into my chair, a sad look on my face, “then, we’re just starting out and there’s no way I could afford your fees, I’m afraid. Forget I said anything.” I began packing up my paper, pencil, and purse.

Beverly Dexter’s hand covered mine, stopping me from completing my task. “Ms. Langford, please. Would you allow me to donate my services? After all, you quite possibly saved me from ruin this afternoon. And… I happen to have crews on standby. I would only be too happy to donate everything I can do to help your worthy cause. Perhaps you could tell a few of the other patrons of my involvement and in that way, one hand covers the other, so to speak?”

I beamed. “Oh, Ms. Dexter, would you? I can’t imagine how generous that would be! The residents will be absolutely thrilled to be living in a property in which you had a hand. You are well-known for your creative insight and innovation. I just don’t know what to say,” I gushed all over her, even managed to produce a tear.

“Please… say no more. Just tell me who to talk to and we’ll get started this very afternoon.”

“I just don’t know how to thank you. Here’s my attorney’s card. Just tell him I sent you. I’ll fill him in on the details before you call him. Just give me a half hour.” I smiled and stood to hug her. “I just can’t thank you enough!”

“Say no more,” she gushed. “I’ve got lunch and I’m headed back to the office to talk to my crews and call your Mr. Knotts. I’ll be in touch with him this afternoon.”

“Oh, and Ms. Dexter?” I said as she was leaving.

“Yes?”

“I just wanted to tell you, and I hope it doesn’t embarrass you… but when you walked in I was struck by how beautiful you are. You have such a sense of style. May I ask where you bought your dress?”

“Oh… I bought it in New York, Ms. Langford. I’m sorry…”

“No problem. Have a wonderful afternoon and thank you again.”

She got no further than the door when I dialed Brandon and filled him in on the fact that the famous Ms. Dexter was calling him to begin architectural drawings. I knew this would go a long way toward getting the projects completed and still comply with the administrator’s concerns about excess noise and construction debris. “Don’t talk about Worth or me, Brandon. Not one word. Just deal with her. She’s donating all her services and she’s ready to get started today.”

“How in the hell did you pull that off?” Brandon asked, utterly amazed. “Good thing I already applied and received the permits.”

“It was Worth who made it possible,” I said dryly and hung up.

I quietly sat and sipped my iced tea, watching the minutes flip by on my iPhone. I gave her ten and she beat me by one.

My phone rang… and it was Worth.

“Hello?” I answered sweetly.

“Elizabeth Augusta…” was as far as he got before I hung up the phone, finished my tea and went shopping.

Auggie

T
he conference room was full. Brandon sat at the head of the table and Dad sat at the other end. Beverly Dexter, a few of Dad’s friends and some people Brandon had invited were also there, including the administrator from Sunset Village. I sat to Dad’s right.

Architectural drawings covered the table as well as various sheaths of paperwork which were being circulated for the appropriate signatures.

Everyone there, it seemed, had an ulterior motive for their participation, but the end result was that things were moving rapidly forward.

Brandon’s eyes were on me. He suspected Worth and I had a falling out and when the beauteous Ms. Dexter showed up in his office, he figured he knew the reason why.

Beverly Dexter, fresh from her life-saving warning from me, owed me a certain amount of loyalty but she also was there to court some clients from Dad’s friends. Much to her delight, she discovered that Brandon was single as well and knew that his family was well-received and he could be considered quite a catch. It was like Christmas for her.

Dad was there to get away from Mother and to support me, just as he’d promised. The administrator from Sunset Village was amazed that someone would make it their mission to improve his property, and therefore his vacancy rate. The rest of Dad’s friends all had mothers or fathers in the age range where they were becoming caretakers and having an investment in Sunset Village could mean a solution to the vast commitment and interruption about to impede their lives. Therefore, I learned that no matter the reason, people must have some stake in order to participate.

Worth had been neither notified nor invited. His check still sat in my purse and I was debating whether to turn it in. If I did, it meant he would have a seat on this board and in the decision making, and that sting had not yet worn off for me. I hadn’t spoken to him since the meeting with Ms. Dexter. I either refused his calls or texts and didn’t answer the door when he came to call. Dad and Mother had respectfully looked the other way and that left Worth standing outside the door like a foundling. I wasn’t sure how much longer I could do it, but he had to know that he couldn’t treat me like that and get away with it. The question was… how far could I push him?

We had managed to put offers on the parcels of land all around Sunset Village. I hoped that when Dad’s friends left today, their donations would allow the actual purchase. We had architectural designs to show how the additions could be added without impacting the existing structure and how the entire plan with stables and other external buildings could be integrated into an interesting and accessible way. Ms. Dexter’s knowledge and expertise, luckily, had come in extremely handy. I kept my fingers crossed that she wouldn’t learn the truth of my lies until our project was completed.

When the meeting concluded, we parted with more than a half million dollars in our coffer, promises of more participation, an approved plan and the intent to break ground the very next day. I was on top of the world… until, that is, I thought about Worth and his betrayal of me. I sighed. And my betrayal of him.

It was my job to organize fundraisers and I thought the first one could be a bachelor auction. I had tons of friends from school, many of whom were considered excellent catches. We would hold it at the Galt House and their dates would be as exotic as the bachelor was willing to sponsor.

I had been making calls and already had twenty bachelors lined up. A call to the local radio station garnered me an emcee for the evening and the Galt House was glad to donate the use of one of their ballrooms for the event. Word spread quickly and I expected almost a hundred eligible young ladies to show up.

“Thank you for agreeing to be one of the bachelors, Brandon,” I told him over the phone when he called to discuss foundation business. “I know you’ll bring in a pretty penny.”

“Really? How much are you willing to pay for me?” he teased, but somehow I knew he wasn’t really teasing. “What’s up with ol’ LaViere, by the way. I haven’t heard you mention him and not seen him around. You two have a falling out?”

“Let’s stick to foundation business for now, Brandon, could we? I don’t know where we stand and right now, I’m taking a hiatus. Listen, I’ve got more calls to make. Catch you later!” I hung up quickly before he asked any more invasive questions.

My next call would be a surprise, I was sure. “Todd? This is Auggie,” I said to my police officer friend.

“Auggie? Wow! I never expected to hear from you. What’s up?”

“We’re having a bachelor auction to raise funds for the Sunset Village Foundation,” I began.

“Oh, yeah, I heard that being talked about. People are saying you’ve bitten off quite a chunk, but it’s for a good cause. How can I help?”

“I was hoping you might agree to be one of the eligible bachelors. Wear your uniform and all that? Would you, Todd?”

He laughed, a quick barking sound. “Auggie, how much do you think I could bring? You’ve got some big names lined up from what I hear. Isn’t your boyfriend, the great Dr. LaViere, on the auction block?”

“No, he isn’t. Todd, there are a ton of girls who would love to go out with you. Please help? It’s for a good cause,” I cajoled him.

“Never could resist your pleas, Auggie. Okay, for you I will do it. But let’s get back to LaViere… are you two not an item anymore?”

“It’s complicated, Todd. I’ll have a packet sent to you and really appreciate your participation. I’ll look forward to seeing you there that night.” I finished the conversation equally quickly and hung up. Worth had already put me in the gossip columns and I didn’t appreciate that in the least.

***

The night of the bachelor auction came around and I’d spent the entire day at the Galt House, checking details and making sure everything was set up properly. Judging by the number of women in the lobby and waiting outside, I knew this was going to be highly successful and my goal was to raise another hundred thousand dollars or more.

Curtain time came and the emcee was his usual charming self. Everyone began with playful bids on the lesser known individuals, local businessmen, college athletes, even a couple of jockeys. Todd had good-naturedly shown up and brought a couple of his officer friends with him. They went over a lot better than any of us expected, which just goes to prove the adage about a man in a uniform.

Then came the moneyed set and here the stakes went up. Some of the biggest names in the state had young male studs who were available and there was no shortage of fillies willing to bid upon them. I waited until Brandon came on the stage and just to get things going, I started the bidding myself at a thousand dollars. This drew some raised eyebrows and a babble of other females began throwing numbers at him. He was blushing, obviously embarrassed and continued to throw me hinting looks to bail him out.

The bid was up to four thousand dollars when suddenly, amidst the havoc, a male voice rang out clearly above the audience.

“A hundred thousand dollars,” called out the voice and I turned to see Worth standing tall and heads above the rest of the crowd at the back of the room. There was a hush and the emcee said, “Thank you, Dr. LaViere, I’m not sure we’ll have a bid higher than that — but sir, surely you don’t intend to go on a date with Mr. Knotts yourself?” This statement brought a titter through the crowd.