Innocent In The Boardroom: At Her Boss's Pleasure / Her Boss by Day... / How to Sleep with the Boss. Janice Maynard
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employee was supposed to look at her boss. Nothing about what he aroused in her felt appropriate.
What was that all about? Was it because she had been so careful to put things into boxes—to put men into boxes—that the first time one had slipped through the net, she had not had the necessary weaponry to deal with the intruder?
That calmed her. It was easy to picture him as an intruder, muscling his way past ‘Do Not Trespass’ signs, making inroads into places he had no right to be.
She could deal with intruders. Even metaphorical ones. So she might have been caught off guard? That didn’t mean that she was doomed to being caught off guard whenever she happened to be in his company. She might be inexperienced but she wasn’t a complete idiot!
She was in a better frame of mind by the time the plane began taxiing down to land.
‘Good flight?’ he asked as everyone began to stand in preparation for disembarking. ‘You look a little...rumpled. Didn’t I question your choice of outfit? Why didn’t you wear the comfy clothes provided? Or didn’t you locate them...?’
‘I had a very good flight,’ Kate answered serenely. ‘It was relaxing. I read my book, watched a couple of movies, dozed...and as a matter of fact I’m very comfortable with my choice of clothing.’
The damn man looked as fresh as a daisy—all bright-eyed and bushy-tailed and ready for what was waiting for them in Toronto.
She didn’t dare glance down at her skirt, which would be horribly creased—a suitable companion to her shirt, which was also horribly creased. She wondered whether it was physically possible for a face to look creased as well. If it was, then she would bet that hers did.
But her smile was wide and bright.
‘It beats travelling cattle class,’ she volunteered, making sure not to watch as he hoisted his bag down from the overhead locker, as well as her own pull-along. ‘I guess I should make the most of it. I don’t see it happening again any time soon.’
‘You aim too low.’
Alessandro looked down at her as they began the process of disembarking. Her neat bun was disobeying orders from above and staging a rebellion. Tendrils had escaped and she had tried to push them back into position without much success. She looked as though she had travelled prepared to step out of the plane straight into a board meeting, but had been dragged through a hedge somewhere along the way. Cute.
‘I like to aim for what I can reasonably achieve,’ she replied primly, stepping past him and out into the sweltering summer heat.
She felt his warm breath on her neck as he leant towards her from behind.
‘Repeat. You aim too low. Reasonable achievements are for the unadventurous.’
‘That’s me,’ she said sharply, half turning towards him. She spun back round and heard him chuckle behind her.
She had no idea what to expect of Toronto, having never travelled further afield than Ibiza, but whatever lay in store, it would flash past in style—because they’d cleared customs and outside there was a stretch limo waiting for them.
‘Is this another wow moment?’ Alessandro cupped her elbow with his hand and ushered her into the long, luxurious, totally over-the-top car.
There was lazy amusement in his voice.
When she had been feverishly writing him off as an intruder, who could be locked out with just a little bit of will power, she had been dealing with a cardboard cut-out in her head. Which was what she wanted him to be. An arrogant, obnoxious, ruthless cardboard cut-out.
Unfortunately the second he opened his mouth, her brain rebelled against categorizing him because he had far too many layers.
‘It’s just a car,’ she returned politely.
It wasn’t. Just a car was something small that took you from A to B, and fingers crossed it didn’t decide to break down en route. At least, that would be the kind of car she would probably buy in a year or two.
‘I’m not impressed because I don’t see the point of something this big. I mean, you can’t nip down to the supermarket in it, can you?’
‘Good point. However you can help yourself to a glass of whisky from the handy little bar... Care for a drink?’
Kate shook her head. The last thing she needed was to start relaxing into yet another dangerous conversation with him.
She looked through the window, her whole body aware of him next to her, lazily lounging against the door, his long legs spread slightly apart.
‘Have you been here before?’ she asked eventually, turning to him, her body pressed against the door.
‘If you’d paid attention to those reports on the company we’re going to try and fit in while we’re here, you’d have seen that I was here less than six months ago. Don’t tell me you haven’t scoured the file? I’ll be bitterly disappointed.’
Kate cleared her throat. ‘You enjoy doing that, don’t you?’
‘Enjoy doing what?’
‘Winding me up.’
‘Is that what I was doing? I thought I was paying you a backhanded compliment, as a matter of fact. You’re such a professional that I expected you to have scoured that file from front to back and memorized everything in it.’
‘I glanced through it. I wasn’t aware that I was going to be actively involved in the acquisition.’
‘Why wouldn’t you be?’
‘Because it’s quite a sizeable...er...I just thought that perhaps someone a bit higher up the pecking order would be put in charge...’
‘I don’t see how that’s going to be possible,’ Alessandro mused speculatively, ‘when George will be busy packing up his belongings for the big goodbye. You waxed lyrical about your ambitions...’
‘Of course I’m ambitious.’ She automatically fell into familiar terrain. As long as they were talking about work then she was comfortable, and repeating her hopes for her career was a damn sight safer than getting lost in a personal conversation with him.
‘Yes—you need to build financial security to protect you because you lacked it when you were growing up...’
‘I want to get on,’ she amended through gritted teeth.
‘The work you did for me last week on those files I dropped off for you...good job...’
Kate flushed with pleasure. ‘You mean it?’
‘I can see why Cape decided that you had what it took to fast-track you. Mind you, I’m thinking he was busy directing his attention elsewhere, so it helped that you were so quick. You could pick up any slack.’ He grinned. ‘And before you launch into a defence of the hapless George, I have a proposition for you...’
‘What?’
‘Instead of recruiting from outside for a replacement for Cape, I am considering promoting you. Of course you won’t qualify for Cape’s vacated post, but you’ll effectively be hoisted a couple of steps up the career ladder. You will be responsible for bigger accounts, and to alleviate any bad feeling with the people you work with I will reorganize the team. There will be a greater distribution of more responsible tasks and I’ll bring in a few lower down the scale to be trained up. Effectively, you and your team will all benefit...’
‘I...I couldn’t...’ Guilt swept over her. ‘Poor George finds himself without a job, thrown on the scrap heap, and to top it all off I step into his shoes. I would feel like I was dancing on someone’s grave.’
Alessandro frowned. ‘You’re being melodramatic. No one’s dancing on anyone’s grave. A vacancy will arise with his departure...it makes complete sense...’
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