nothing to worry about, Leon,â Raoul continued confidently. âSadieâs a bit naïve. She gets all fired up and on her high horse, all moralistic at times, thatâs all. I put it down to the fact that she was virtually brought up by her grandmother! Sadieâs a bit old-fashioned, if you know what I mean, but I can soon talk her round! Sheâs just not had much to do with men, of courseâthanks to her grandmother.â
âOh, yes, that would explain it,â Leon murmured suavely, but Raoul was oblivious to his sarcasm.
âLeave everything to me, Leon!â he continued arrogantly.
Leon frowned. It was becoming increasingly obvious to him that Sadie was in a very vulnerable position where Raoul and the business were concerned. Had she been a member of his familyâ¦But of course she was not, and there was no way he could afford to let his Greek ancestry urge him into the self-elected role of protective paterfamilias towards her! Indeed, there was no reason why he should concern himself about her in any wayânot after the open hostility she had shown him!
His frown deepened. Hostility wasnât something Leon was used to women exhibiting towards him. Quite the opposite. There had never been a woman he had needed to pursue, and he certainly wasnât going to start chasing one who had made it plain that she didnât want him! Of course he wasnât! No, all he felt was pique and chagrin; these were emotions so unimportant that he wasnât even going to bother acknowledging them, never mind responding to them!
What was importantâalmost vitalâwas securing the acquisition of Francine. Leon had understood from Raoul when they had first discussed the matter that in acquiring Francine he would also be acquiring its existing scent formulae, including that for Myrrh, and the perfume-creating skills of Sadie herself. Now it seemed that Raoul had not been entirely honest with him.
âEverything will be fine, Leon. I promise you,â Raoul repeated insistently. âAll we need to do is convince Sadie that youâll let her use her precious natural ingredients and sheâll be eating out of your hand and begging you to let her concoct a new perfume for you.â
âIâm afraid that isnât an option, Raoul. The cost alone of simply acquiring natural raw products would give myboard a collective heart attack! It just isnât commercially viable to produce a mass-market scent by traditional methods.â
âWell, maybe not. But you donât have to tell her that, do you?â Raoul challenged him.
âAre you suggesting that I should deliberately lie to her?â
âYou want the Myrrh formula and you want her to work for you, donât you?â Raoul asked him shrewdly.
Leon looked away from him briefly before demanding curtly, âRaoul, why wasnât I informed about your cousinâs viewsâand, more specifically, that she owned the formula for Myrrh?â
Raoul gave a dismissive shrug
âI didnât think it was that important. You only asked me for a list of the perfumes my father had sold off. Anyway, like you, I am sure you could prove that legally the formula really belongs to the business. After all, a man with your resources can afford the very best of lawyersâlawyers who can prove anything. Sadie hasnât the money to take you on in court, but of course it will save you a lot of fuss if she gives in and hands it over to youâand I promise you that if you play it my way she will!â
âYou seem remarkably unconcerned about your cousin, if I may say so,â Leon commented dryly.
Carelessly, and without any trace of embarrassment, Raoul told him, âCertainly I am not as concerned for her as I am for myself. Why should I be? Weâve only been in contact for the last few months. I need to sell Francine, Leon. If not to you then to someone else. And there is no way I am going to