The Kiss Before Christmas: A Christmas Romance Novella. Sophie PembrokeЧитать онлайн книгу.
call a cab to Grand Central, shall I?’
Nothing. This did not bode well for the journey north.
She sighed. ‘So the chances of getting you to carry my suitcase out to the cab are—’
‘Slim.’ That wasn’t Tyler. The word came from the doorway, in a deeper, warmer, far more amused voice. A voice she recognised. Dory wondered how much Lucas had heard. Hopefully not the perfect boyfriend crack. She winced. She really was going to have to be more careful.
Tyler had jerked to attention the moment his brother spoke. Dory rolled her eyes. Of course he looked up now. ‘Lucas.’
Something about the way he said the name sounded off. But Dory didn’t dwell on it too long. Not when Lucas Alexander, the black sheep himself, was standing right behind her. Her curiosity had much better things to do than ponder about Tyler’s big brother issues.
Instead, she swivelled the chair around, plastered on her best ‘meet the family’ smile, and got gracefully to her feet. Well, mostly gracefully. She only had to grab the arm of the chair a little bit, and she didn’t think that Lucas noticed. Much.
‘Hi! I’m Dory,’ she said, letting go of the chair and wobbling forward. Probably the fault of the heels on her new knee-high boots. Because Lucas, though tall, broad, and smiling that same Alexander smile that had been plastered all over the Internet that week, wasn’t nearly as classically handsome as his brother, and she worked with Tyler five days a week without swooning even a little bit. Which wasn’t to say that Lucas wasn’t attractive, of course. Better looking than his photos, even. Just… with rougher edges than his younger brother.
Maybe it was the stubble.
‘So you’re who he’s bringing home to meet Mother.’ Lucas ran his eyes from her perfectly straightened and shiny hair, past her respectable yet stylish, seasonally green dress, to the aforementioned polished boots. Dory waited him out. She knew how to dress for a part. In the end, his gaze flicked over to Tyler instead, and she chalked a mental point up to her side. She wasn’t entirely sure what the competition was, yet, but there was no mistaking the challenge in Lucas’s gaze. What was it? she wondered. Checking to see if she was good enough for his brother? Or did he have his own suspicions about who Tyler was with the other night? Why else had he suddenly shown up here, when as far as she was aware, he was supposed to already be up at the family estate, dancing attendance on Felicia?
Tyler darted out from behind his desk at last, standing midway between her and Lucas, glancing between them, obviously caught off-guard by his brother’s arrival.
‘Lucas, this is Dorothea. My girlfriend.’ He didn’t even choke on the last couple of words. She was almost proud.
‘Dory,’ she corrected him.
The smile Tyler gave her was far more charming, more affectionate than she’d ever seen from him before. Apparently the perfect boyfriend act was on, at last.
‘Darling, you know I prefer your full name. Far more beautiful. Just like you.’
Yeah, they were screwed. Nobody was going to fall for this. Ever.
But in the doorway, Lucas merely rolled his eyes. ‘Well, if you two lovebirds are ready, we may as well get this show on the road.’
‘Show?’ Dory asked. ‘I was just about to call for a cab to the station…’
Lucas shook his head. ‘Not anymore. Mother decided there were far too many ways a train journey could get delayed, or even cancelled. So I’m driving us all up there. Together.’
***
Lucas didn’t wait to see the annoyance on his brother’s face. Bad enough he was being sent to play fetch because Mother’s insecurities, paranoia and control issues had reached a new height. He wasn’t pandering to his brother’s fragile ego too. He didn’t care who Tyler was dating, besides a fleeting thought that Mother would hate the heels on those boots. Lucas quite liked that thought and the way the boots clung to Dory’s calves, but beyond that he didn’t really care if she came for Christmas or not. Personally, Lucas wasn’t all that bothered about being there for Christmas himself. In and out, that was his plan. Stay just long enough to mollify Mother for another few months, then get the hell out of town, back to his real life. The one that didn’t involve the Alexander legacy anymore.
Except… the thing with the photos. Something about it felt off. Like Tyler was hiding something. And if there was a problem, Lucas really needed to get it fixed before their parents figured out what it was and used it as another excuse to try and drag Lucas back into the family business. He’d only got out in the first place because Tyler was there, ready and eager to step into the CEO role – and had already proved himself capable while Lucas was in the hospital. But Patrick Alexander believed in the proper way of doing things, and Lucas knew that not having his eldest son in charge of the company still rankled. Mostly because he kept telling him so. And if he got it into his head that Tyler was a liability to the family reputation…
Lucas shook the thought away. Tyler was fine. He had Dory to present to his parents and a few unfortunate photos would soon be forgotten. It would all be okay.
He just had to get through a two-hour drive north from New York on the busiest Friday of the year, with his brother and his latest flame in the car with him, then survive three days with his family.
Easy.
‘You guys ready to go?’ Lucas jangled the keys in his hand in the hope they’d get the hint. Getting out of Manhattan on the Friday before Christmas would be a nightmare as it was. If they waited much longer they were bound to catch the worst of the traffic.
‘Yeah. Yeah, sure,’ Tyler said, but he slid back behind his desk as he spoke. ‘I just need to…’ he trailed off as his gaze caught on the paperwork again.
Lucas gave Dory a meaningful glance. Surely this was girlfriend territory if ever he’d seen it.
She looked confused for a moment, but then she sighed. Stepping towards the desk on those ridiculous heels, she leant over, giving Lucas a stunning view of her ass. Blinding her boyfriend with cleavage to get her way, he supposed. He sighed. Aren’t you bored of that kind of girl yet, Tyler?
But then Dory grabbed the file in front of Tyler and, straightening up, flicked through it, then closed it. ‘This can wait until we get back. Mr Jenkins is away until the New Year now, anyway.’ She grabbed the next file in the stack. ‘This became irrelevant after yesterday’s late meeting, and this one I dealt with last week.’ Picking up the last two files on the desk she gave them a cursory glance and said, ‘If you’re very good, I might let you take these two with you. But you’re only allowed to work first thing in the morning, before any of your family gets up. Deal?’
Okay, maybe this was a different sort of girl.
‘But Dory,’ Tyler whined, but she cut him off.
‘No arguing. That’s the deal, okay? If I’m with your family, you’re with your family.’ She handed the permitted files across the desk to him. ‘Now let’s get going before we hit the traffic. Since we have such a considerate ride to your parents’ house.’
She turned back and beamed at Lucas then, but he didn’t smile back. He’d finally put his finger on what had been bothering him about Dory since he walked in. The accent. How had he not placed it before? After all, he’d heard it just a few days earlier.
‘You’re his assistant,’ he said. And there it was. The scandal that Tyler was hiding from their family-first, believer-in-good-old-fashioned-morals father.
Dory’s smile faltered, but only for a moment. Then she glared at Tyler. ‘Told you someone would notice.’
‘Lucas can keep a secret. Can’t you, bro?’ Tyler said.
Three days of keeping secrets from his parents. Just what he’d wanted from his brother for Christmas. ‘That’s why you were hiding her. Why the photos were such