“That’s a lotta maybes and mights and perhapses.”
“It’s possible you’re not looking to move.”
“I’m not.”
“You should be. Grennady is a beautiful country with a diverse labor pool.”
He scowled, and really just scared the hell out of her. Tall, broad-shouldered, and blunt, he made her blood tingle with fear. And she had the feeling he did it deliberately. Maybe this was why Prince Alex didn’t want him in their country? And maybe she had overstepped in contacting him. Grennady might be desperate to find an employer who could keep their younger, educated residents at home, but Suminski Stuff wasn’t the answer.
She stepped back. “You know what? I’m sorry I bothered you. Have a nice day.”
He shook his head. “You’re gonna give up that easily? I had higher hopes for you.”
Her face scrunched in confusion. “What?”
“You obviously flew from your frozen country to Paris where you don’t even speak the language.” His head tilted. “I heard you tell the clerk. You also didn’t mind running after me, shouting in a quiet lobby. That takes some guts. But when you finally had my attention, you backed off.” He almost smiled. “Too bad.”
He turned to leave, but she caught his arm. “What would you have done, if you were me?”
He laughed. “So now you want me to teach you how to dicker?”
His dark eyes held her gaze. She swallowed down her fear because, damn it, why should she be afraid of this guy just because he had money? And was big. And handsome. And had a terrifying way of looking at her.
“I don’t want you to teach me to dicker. I want you to listen to my pitch for about fifteen minutes.”
“Before you said two minutes.”
“That was if I didn’t show you some pictures.”
He looked at the blue sky, then back at her. “All right. Get in the car. I’m on my way to the airport. You’ve got the entire drive. Give it your best shot.”
Hope burst inside her. Maybe he wasn’t so bad, after all? “Really?”
He motioned to the black limo awaiting him. “Here’s lesson one. Don’t question good luck.”
The driver opened the car door and Kristen slid inside. Warm leather seats arranged in a semicircle greeted her.
Dean Suminski eased in beside her. A few seconds passed in silence as the driver got behind the wheel. Dean spent the time texting.
As the car pulled away from the hotel, Kristen said, “So I’m assuming you already know a little bit about Grennady?”
“I own controlling interest in a big company. I know who’s managing the world’s oil. I met Xaviera’s Prince Alex a few years back. When he married, I did my research.”
“Why would you care who he married?”
He sniffed a laugh. “Would you put your money in oil stocks if the region was unstable?”
“That has nothing to do with Alex getting married. Besides, that region’s always unstable.”
“Let’s call it controlled instability because of people like Prince Alex’s dad, King Ronaldo. As long as Ronaldo is happy, he’s strong. I needed to make sure Alex’s marriage didn’t rock the boat.”
She supposed that was true. “So you know that our country’s every bit as well ruled as Xaviera.”
“Your country nearly had a coup at the beginning of the year.”
“Nearly. King Mason was on top of things.”
He made a noncommittal sound.
“But, just for the sake of argument, let’s pretend he wasn’t. He is now.”
“True.”
“We’re going through something that could be described as a renaissance, and you could be part of that.”
“I’m rich. I don’t need to be part of anything.”
His phone rang. He slid it from his breast pocket. “Very few people have this number. So if someone’s calling it’s important.” He clicked the button to answer. “Hello?”
A pause.
“Maurice! Je m’excuse. Mon voyage a été coupé court...”
French again. Damn it. She knew two languages. The language of her country and English. It was becoming clear that she would have to fix that, if she wanted to run an international charity.
As he went on, holding a conversation in a language she didn’t speak, she looked at the luxurious interior of the car. She’d ridden in limos with the princess, of course, but this felt different. She wasn’t the scampering, scrambling employee of an important person, doing her job to make Eva’s life easier. She was the one talking to the important person.
She was more than getting her feet wet with this guy. He took her seriously.