In the Market for Love

chapter three



One month later…

Bianca. That woman was going too far this time and Jake wasn’t going to let her get away with it. She might be the mother of his child but that didn’t give her the right to be reckless with the boy’s welfare.

“Stop right there, Bianca,” Jake said into the telephone. “You’re not taking our son to Italy and that’s that. Not in the middle of the school year, not now.”

“You can’t deny him his heritage,” she said. “He is half Italian, remember.”

Although Bianca had spent all her life in Australia, her parents had retired to Italy, forging a greater link between her and the country of her parents’ birth. After a dull day at home, she probably felt the need to rest and replenish herself and became invigorated when the idea of a holiday came to her on a whim.

“I’m not talking about Connor’s heritage,” he said. “I’m talking about what’s best for him and I’ll tell you one last time. You’re not taking him to Italy so you can dump him with your relatives while you travel around on your own. He deserves better than that.”

“How can you say that? I’m his mother. You think I would dump him. You don’t know me very well, do you?”

“I know you all too well and I’ve seen it all before.”

A bolt of anger shot through him as he recalled her previous threats to take their son Connor to live in Italy permanently. She had even bought one-way air tickets just to rile Jake and get what she wanted, though he hadn’t truly believed she wanted to live in Italy, so far from the Austin wealth.

“Oh, of course.” Bianca spat out the words sarcastically. “You’re so very clever. You know it all. I’m the one who looks after him, all day, every day. I’m his mother, for crying out loud. I give that child everything. I don’t have any time for myself…”

Jake stopped listening, refusing to be drawn into the same pointless argument they’d had so many times before. She acted like a martyr, forgetting that Connor was at school during the week and with him most evenings and on weekends. Then there was the nanny, housekeeper and gardener to help Bianca with her endless workload.

He cut her short. “What do you want, Bianca? Another trip?”

She was up to something and he could only guess what it was. Perhaps she really did want a holiday for herself. A business class airfare, new clothes for travelling, rental of a villa somewhere. It didn’t seem an unreasonable price to get her out of his hair. He didn’t care about the money.

“Now there’s an idea,” she said. “It could do me some good. I’ve been feeling very run down lately. A holiday on my own. I hadn’t thought of that.”

“Really?” He didn’t try to hide his sarcasm. “It hadn’t occurred to you?”

“I don’t like your attitude, Jake. Don’t forget who I am. If we get divorced there’s no court in the country that’ll give you custody of Connor. I’m a full time caring mother and you’re a business man working long hours with no time for your son.”

“You know it’s not like that.”

“That’s how the courts will see it.”

How had it come to this? When he married her she’d been a decent person and when Connor was first born, she’d been a good mother.

“Why did you bring up custody anyway?” he said. “You’re always dredging the bottom of the barrel.”

Then Bianca flew off the handle. “Well, stuff you! I’ll do what–”

He hung up the telephone. There was no point talking to her if the conversation was going to degenerate to that level. He’d deal with her later. She was infuriating, calling him at work to discuss their son and her holiday plans when she knew he was pressed for time and concentrating on business. She could wait until evening.

But he hadn’t been contemplating business when Bianca called.

He’d been thinking about Rachel. He couldn’t get her off his mind. He went through the motions at work and appeared to be functioning as usual but beneath the surface, he was a seething molten mass of longing. She’d gotten under his skin in a way no woman had before. There was no denying it.

Jake had worked hard over the last few weeks to remedy her initial bad impression of him. It hadn’t been easy. Even after a month of working with her, she was just as independent and spirited as the day they first met. They’d had several meetings and countless phone calls and she’d made sure all their interaction focussed on business.

It was difficult to try to switch their relationship to a more personal level, but the time had come. He’d laid the foundations.

Rachel had such vigour and drive. From the first minute he saw her, she exhilarated him with her verve, with that playful spark.

He recalled it was that spark which had first attracted him to Bianca but she’d replaced that with a venomous bite so that now every interaction with her felt like a fist fight.

Bianca was beautiful when they first met and when she’d fallen pregnant, he had to do the right thing by her and, more importantly, by his child.

His son deserved a proper family and Jake was determined to give him that rather than have him suffer through a divorce as he had.

That was the only reason he hadn’t divorced Bianca. He wanted his son’s life to be better than the one he’d had with a mother who was angry and slighted after her divorce and a father who was absent, busily building his fortune.

The result was that Jake lived in limbo. Separated but not divorced, Bianca was still legally his wife and in fact they shared the same address. Jake and Connor lived in one wing of their house and Bianca in another so their son could feel they were still a family.

Now he had a meeting with Rachel on the Skin Plus campaign. It brought a smile to his face. Time to steer their relationship in a different direction.

He opened the file on his desk and flicked through the Omega Pharmaceuticals Prospectus. The staff photos at the back of the document caught his eye. Rachel Williams, marketing manager. The picture didn’t capture her spark and personality but even laser printed in black and white, she looked breathtaking.

Jake reached into his top drawer for the scissors, carefully cut the picture out, tossed the prospectus away and slipped the picture into his wallet behind a photo of Connor.

Reduced to the actions of a lovesick teenager. Jake shook his head. He didn’t care.

He slipped a gunmetal wool jacket over his white cotton shirt and left his office to collect Marcus on his way to the boardroom.

* * * *

Rachel was admiring the stunning harbour views through the floor to ceiling windows of the agency boardroom when, at the far end of the room, Jake swung the oversized door open and ushered his colleague ahead of him.

Marcus came bounding towards her. Over the weeks, she’d seen his flirtatious behaviour with Samantha and had come to accept his playful side without being judgemental. He may have been thirty-one years old but in many ways he was still a boy, looking for a good time.

“Are you all on your lonesome back here?” Marcus’ voice sailed softly over Rachel’s shoulder.

“I might be alone but I’m not lonely.”

“You’re not alone any more. Aren’t you lucky?”

She laughed. “I guess I am. You’re in a bright mood today.”

“So bright I might just sweep you off those lovely feet of yours.”

He placed one hand on her waist and the other in hers as he lifted her hand and spun her around with the grace of an experienced dancer. Her hair flew into the air.

He leaned closer to her. “I used to be a ballroom dancer. I bet you didn’t know that. Let me know if you’d like me to teach you a little tango.”

Unable to take his flirting seriously, Rachel laughed. “If I change my mind, I’ll let you know.”

He brought Rachel’s hand to his mouth, gently kissing it in a gesture designed to appear chivalrous. She pulled her hand back. This was going a little too far.

“If you two are ready,” Jake said, “perhaps we can get on with the meeting.”

His terseness reminded her of his arrogance at their first meeting. She thought he’d mellowed since then and had all but forgotten his initial behaviour and now it was all coming back to her.

After they settled into their seats, Marcus ran through some of the concepts he’d produced for the campaign but it seemed to Rachel that Jake was thwarting her every suggestion.

“I think Marcus is right and the third concept is the best one,” she said.

“And why do you think Marcus is right?” Jake asked.

She went on to explain her thoughts and, backed up by Samantha’s professional opinion, she believed they had a sound argument.

“We’ll need to arrange a small presentation for my boss to finalise the decision,” Rachel said. “But I definitely think the third concept is the strongest.”

“Obviously your CEO makes the final decision,” Jake said.

She couldn’t work out why he was being so difficult. “Yes, that’s right. He makes the final decision based on the good judgement of his senior staff.”

“Certainly.” His expression remained rigid as though he didn’t believe her.

“We’re the clients,” she reminded him. “It’s our call.”

“Well, we’ll see when we can fit in a presentation. It’s a busy time of year for us and we have to give priority to our paying clients.”

Rachel was dumbstruck. She’d ride it out and wait politely until Jake’s mood and manner improved. She gathered her things and signalled to Samantha that the meeting was closed.

* * *

Jake’s eyes were glued to Rachel as she slid her bag over her shoulder and hastened out of the door. He couldn’t let her leave like this. He had to do something. He rushed to follow her, his head racing.

When Marcus had twirled Rachel around and kissed her hand, Jake had seen a woman at ease with herself and pleased with Marcus’ company. He had cringed on the inside at their apparent familiarity with one another but now thought he’d read too much into it. Marcus’ attention was now very much taken with Samantha, as it had been on many previous occasions, and Rachel didn’t appear to be pursuing him.

This hadn’t gone well. First there was Bianca’s unsettling phone call. He’d walked into their meeting in a tentative mood and then completely overreacted to Marcus’ prank.

“I’ll get the door for you,” Jake said, though it was probably too little, too late. And that was surely what Rachel was thinking too.

She cut across him to reach for the door release and pulled the door open before he could grab it. Clearly she didn’t want his help.

He recalled her girlish beauty after their first meeting when she’d been unable to open the door. She had looked playful, her figure svelte, her face crossed with determination.

And now, slipping through his grasp, she looked more beautiful than ever before.

Had he left it too late?