It Started With A Look: At Her Boss's Bidding / Bedded by the Boss / The Man Every Woman Wants. Miranda LeeЧитать онлайн книгу.

       CHAPTER FIVE

      WHEN Rachel saw Justin’s sudden scowl she stopped walking towards him. She hadn’t minded his surprise on first seeing her dressed as she was. Surprise was fair enough. But a scowl was another matter entirely.

      ‘I…I think I’d better go back and find something else to put on,’ she said. ‘This just isn’t appropriate, is it?’

      ‘Certainly not!’ he exclaimed, then astonished her by laughing. ‘No, no, that’s not what I meant. I meant don’t go back inside and change. You look perfectly fine as you are. Heavens, Rachel, you’re wearing more clothes than most girls wear walking down the street up here. Here, sit down and get some of this wine into you.’ He swept up a bottle of white wine from the portable cooler standing by his chair and poured her a glass.

      ‘I hope you like Chablis,’ he said as he placed the glass on the white outdoor table and pushed it across to where she was settling herself in one of the matching white chairs.

      ‘Yes, I do. Thank you.’ Rachel was grateful for the drink, but more grateful to be sitting down, and no longer on show. That short walk along the balcony had felt like a million miles. Talk about embarrassing!

      The whole situation was embarrassing. Fancy forgetting to bring any underwear.

      She picked up the wine glass, cradled it in both her hands to stop them shaking and took a sip. ‘Oh, yes,’ she sighed. ‘This is good.’

      ‘It ought to be,’ Justin said with a smile in his voice. ‘It cost a small fortune. But no sweat. Everything’s on the house, according to Guy. I aim to take full advantage of it. And so should you. Which gives me an idea. Wait here.’

      He put down his wine and levered himself up from the chair. ‘Won’t be long,’ he said, and hurried back inside through the sliding glass doors, leaving Rachel to do a spot of staring of her own.

      It was strange seeing her boss in a bright top, casual shorts and bare feet. She’d always known he sported a nice shape and tan, but she’d never seen so much of it before. Even his bare feet were brown, which made her wonder what a man who wore shoes and socks all week did to achieve that. Lie in one of those sunbeds at the gym? Or swim a lot in an outdoor pool? If so, where? She knew he lived in a high-rise apartment in an exclusive complex down on the harbour foreshore at Kirribilli, so it probably sported a pool. Exclusive ones usually did.

      ‘I thought as much,’ Justin was saying as he returned through the open glass doors, carrying an open black leather folder. ‘They do have a beauty salon in this place.’

      ‘A…a beauty salon?’ Rachel repeated, not sure what Justin was getting at.

      ‘Yes. Seeing you wearing that gorgeous green and with your hair down has shown me, Rachel Witherspoon, that you have been hiding your light under a bushel. I don’t know if anyone has ever told you before but black does nothing for you, and neither does the way you wear your hair to work. You also have a damned good figure, which your working wardrobe doesn’t show to advantage. With a different hairstyle, some make-up and the right clothes, Rachel, you could look more than good. You could look great.’

      ‘But…’

      ‘But what?’

      ‘But I thought you didn’t want me looking great, especially at work.’

      ‘What?’

      ‘Your mother told me all about your previous PA long before you ever did.’

      He grimaced. ‘Oh, God, she didn’t, did she?’

      ‘Afraid so.’

      He frowned over at her. ‘So you deliberately made yourself look like a plain Jane to get the job.’

      Not really, an amazed Rachel was thinking. She’d just come au naturel. She was a plain Jane. But she wasn’t about to say so. She rather liked the thought that Justin believed she’d been down-playing a whole host of hidden attractions.

      ‘Well…’ she hedged, not sure what to say at this juncture.

      ‘Oh, Rachel, Rachel, you didn’t have to do that. I’d have given you the job, anyway, because I saw right from the start that you were nothing like that other girl. It wasn’t just the way she dressed, you know, but the way she acted. Like some oversexed vamp all the time. She drove me insane.’

      ‘So you wouldn’t mind if I did myself up a bit for work?’

      ‘Why should I mind?’

      ‘I was worried that if I suddenly came into the office with a new hairdo and a new wardrobe you might think I was…um…’

      ‘Tarting yourself up for me?’

      ‘Yes,’ she said sheepishly.

      He laughed. ‘I would never think that of you. Silly Rachel.’

      Rachel tried not to be offended. But she was, all the same. Yes, silly, silly Rachel.

      ‘Which brings me right back to my original suggestion,’ he went on. ‘Now, tomorrow I want you to go down to that beauty salon and get the works. Facial, massage, pedicure, manicure, waxing, hair, make-up. The lot. It says here they do all that.’

      ‘That seems excessive.’ Even for me, she thought ruefully.

      ‘No, it’s not. It’s necessary.’

      ‘Oh, thank you very much,’ came the waspish comment.

      ‘Now, now, this is no time for over-sensitivity, Rachel. The truth is you’ve let yourself get into bad habits with this plain-Jane nonsense. I can understand that you might not have bothered with your appearance much when you were at home all the time, but I’ll bet there was a time when you went to a lot of trouble with your hair and make-up and clothes.’

      ‘We-ll…’

      ‘Well?’ he probed forcefully.

      ‘I always suspected I didn’t become a finalist in the Secretary of the Year competition on my office skills alone,’ she said drily.

      ‘I don’t doubt it. I’ll bet you were a looker back then.’

      ‘I was…attractive.’

      ‘And you never wore black.’

      ‘Not often.’

      ‘How did you wear your hair?’

      ‘Down,’ she admitted. ‘With auburn highlights.’

      ‘No wonder people from your past didn’t recognise you today. But, come tomorrow night, Eric the Mongrel will recognise you all right.’

      ‘Eric the Mongrel?’ she repeated on a gasp.

      ‘Yeah. That’s what I’ve nicknamed him. Do you like it?’

      ‘Oh, dear. I love it.’

      ‘So you’ll do it? Come to the dinner with me?’

      Rachel swallowed. It would take every bit of courage she owned to face Eric and that woman once more, even if she was dolled up to the nines. But, by God,