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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her hair down? he wondered. Aside from when she was closeted away in her house, safe in her territory, where no one could see her? Unless they unexpectedly dropped by and refused to go away without being invited inside... What did she do for fun? Did she have any? Or was that an alien concept to be avoided at all costs?
Curiosity niggled away at him, and he wasn’t sure whether he was impatient with that, exasperated or invigorated—because curiosity and women was a combination that didn’t occur in his life.
His dark eyes lazily fastened to her face, he summoned the same guy who had leapt to refill his glass and somehow managed to convey a request for menus without actually saying anything.
Kate watched this interplay between power and subservience, unsettled but fascinated.
‘I sincerely hope you’ve brought something else to wear tomorrow, Kate. It’s boiling here at this time of year...’
‘I’ll be fine,’ Kate said airily.
‘Sure? Because if you’ve brought those shorts of yours then feel free to wear them. They’d be far more appropriate, given the weather. The food here’s excellent,’ he carried on, as menus were placed in front of them. ‘I stayed here the last time I was in Toronto and I couldn’t fault the food. Or the service.’
‘They’re very obliging,’ Kate said politely. ‘I guess it’s the least you’d expect, considering what you’re probably paying...’
Alessandro grinned. ‘A bit like the service and the hot meals in the first-class lounge...? Touché...’
‘I don’t suppose you ever slum it...’
‘I try and avoid that. Why? Have I been missing out?’
At the prospect of another detour into a personal conversation she didn’t want—one she would have to manoeuvre through with the adroitness of someone walking in a minefield—Kate brought the talk firmly round to business and the reason why she was sitting opposite him in the first place. In a darkened bar. Knees practically touching under the table. Chilled wine in front of them. She inched her knees to one side and hoped he hadn’t noticed.
‘You mentioned in the car on the way here that there was something you wanted to talk to me about in connection with this job promotion...that’s why I’ve brought my tablet, as a matter of fact. I thought it might be an idea to make some notes on the various responsibilities I’ll be taking on board.’
‘Ah, down to business straight away...’
Kate reddened, resenting the way that simple observation made her feel instantly like a bore. A bore in a semi-suit.
‘Good idea. You’re right. We’ll probably both need our beauty sleep if tomorrow’s going to be a long day.’
Kate searched his face for typical Alessandro irony but he returned her gaze seriously. Not that she believed he needed to go to sleep at this hour. She doubted he needed much sleep at all. Maybe even none. He struck her as the sort of guy who could just keep going...and going...and going...taking the occasional power nap while the rest of the world collapsed, exhausted, in his wake.
And he’d be able to do that whilst still managing to look, frankly, drop-dead gorgeous.
They both ordered something light from the menu and then she nervously gulped down a generous mouthful of wine and looked to him to carry on the conversation. He didn’t.
‘Yes...’ she returned feebly at last. ‘So...’
‘So here’s the thing, Kate.’
He leaned forward, suddenly all business, and she inched back in the chair, taking the wine glass with her.
‘If you recall, I expressed some concern that you might find the hours attached to your new role a little tedious if you’re forced to do them...and that’s something we should clear up right here and right now before going any further...’
He really had the most amazing eyelashes. He hadn’t shaved, and there was a shadowy stubble on his chin that also looked pretty amazing.
Kate tore her eyes away from both those amazing features and focused on him with a slight frown.
‘There’s nothing to clear up,’ she told him crisply. ‘I have no problem working long hours, if required. I one hundred per cent realize that that’s all part and parcel of any job that entails responsibility.’
Alessandro made a non-committal sound under his breath and sat back, pushing his chair away from the table so that he could cross his legs. He looked at her long and thoughtfully.
‘What about your personal life? Not to put too fine a point on it, I wouldn’t like to find that I’ve promoted you and you’re not up to the challenge because there’s some guy in the background, waiting for you to return home to cook his dinner...’
‘That won’t be the case,’ Kate responded hotly. ‘Firstly, there’s no man in the background—and secondly, even if there was, I certainly wouldn’t expect him to be a demanding kind of guy who wants his dinner cooked by me! In fact the reason I broke up with my last boyfriend—’ She clamped shut her mouth and stared at him, aghast.
He returned her stare, unperturbed.
‘Those sort of demanding men are to be avoided at all costs,’ he murmured softly. ‘I’m taking it that the boyfriend wanted more than you were prepared to give...? Hence he was given the heave-ho...?’
‘I... It was a very busy time for me... I...’ She cleared her throat and attempted to recover her lost composure. ‘So you needn’t fear that my mind won’t be completely on the job.’
‘I’m relieved. Although,’ he mused, ‘I sympathize. I guess he must have been an important person in your life, because you did tell me that you don’t believe in transitory relationships...’
‘It didn’t work out,’ Kate told him firmly, as she frantically sought an exit from the conversation. ‘I don’t dwell on the past.’
‘Very wise. Although you do allow it to influence certain aspects of your life. For instance, your dress code.’
At which point she decided that the next thing she would do, just as soon as she got the chance, would be to wipe that smirk off his face by making a point of showing him just how much it did not affect her dress code.
One slip-up—one slip up and the wretched man thought that he knew everything there was to know about her.
‘And now that we’ve settled that,’ she said calmly, ‘maybe you could let me know how you plan on handling tomorrow...?’
KATE SPENT A restless night, even though she’d checked and double-checked and, just for good measure, triple-checked that the interconnecting door was firmly locked.
She didn’t expect him to waltz into her room—not at all—but she knew that she would have no peace of mind unless he was physically incapable of doing so.
As it was, she didn’t have much peace of mind anyway.
Her brain was buzzing with thoughts of promotion, of George—poor George—and the surprise he was going to have delivered to him the following morning in the form of Alessandro and herself, of her helplessness when it came to taking a step back from Alessandro...
She had left him sauntering towards one of the hotel lounges, where he’d intended to relax and work. She had no idea what time he had eventually returned to his bedroom, but she had not settled into sleep until after midnight.
Now, with her alarm buzzing her awake at seven sharp, she felt tired and unrested.
She took a few minutes just to lie there, appreciating the splendour of her surroundings.