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head. ‘It seems that even when you try to be polite you can’t help but be rude.’
She bristled. ‘And you find that amusing?’
‘Not really.’ He gave a slow shake of his head. ‘I’ve just never met anyone quite like you before,’ he said.
Lexie wasn’t sure she was altogether comfortable with the softening of his tone. Or the speculation she could see in the warmth of those dark eyes as he looked at her. It was too male an assessment. The assessment of a handsome man looking at a woman he found attractive…
No way!
Absolutely no way!
Lucan St Claire and his two brothers had all but disowned their own father after he and their mother were divorced. Had totally rejected so much as even meeting the woman their father had loved and spent the rest of his life with.
Lexie accepted that their parents’ divorce must have been tough on three young boys such as Lucan and his two brothers would have been twenty-five years ago. But they had been only boys, and as such couldn’t possibly have been aware of all the details of the situation.
Any more than Lexie, who hadn’t even been born at the time, could really know…
No, she wasn’t even going there.
The whole of the St Claire family had treated Grandpa Alex and her grandmother abominably as far as she was concerned. As such, they were all beneath contempt. It was better for Lexie if she continued to think that way.
Except, as she had realised this morning, Lucan St Claire was lethally and heart-poundingly handsome.
Lucan had seen some of the emotions flickering across Lexie’s expressive, beautiful face. Seen them, but not understood them. Which wasn’t so unusual; so far there was very little about this woman that he did understand.
Except that for some inexplicable reason he was attracted to her.
Her outward beauty was undeniable, but it was the things Lucan didn’t know about her, the things he didn’t yet understand, that intrigued him.
And that, if Lucan were completely honest with himself, was also the reason he had been so annoyed at Andrew Proctor’s flirting with her earlier.
He straightened abruptly. ‘I take it from your earlier remarks that you would prefer to give lunch a miss?’
She frowned. ‘Not completely, no…’
‘Just lunch with me? ‘ Lucan guessed easily.
Her mouth tightened. ‘Yes.’
It was all Lucan could do to stop himself from laughing again. No woman had ever before given him the blunt put-downs that Lexie did so effortlessly!
Put-downs he found more arousing than annoying when they were coming from between Lexie’s full and sensually erotic lips…
He gave a terse nod of his head. ‘I had thought you might appreciate having lunch before we leave. But we can eat later if that’s what you would prefer.’
‘Before we leave for where?’ Lexie said slowly, suspiciously, not liking the gleam of satisfaction she could clearly see in the depths of Lucan’s dark eyes.
Eyes that now met hers with mocking innocence. ‘Did I forget to mention we’re leaving town for a couple of days?’
Lexie very much doubted that this man ever forgot anything—after sitting in on this morning’s meeting, witnessing the precision of his business acumen as he rattled off reams of facts and figures without consulting a single sheet of paper in Andrew Proctor’s file, Lexie no longer believed he had forgotten his previous PA’s name, either. A more logical explanation for that oversight was that the woman had simply been of such insignificance to him that he simply hadn’t troubled himself to learn it.
He didn’t seem to be having the same trouble where she was concerned.
‘Yes…’ Lexie confirmed warily.
He nodded tersely. ‘I finally managed to return Barton’s call earlier. After careful consideration I’ve decided that I should go to Gloucestershire to deal with the problem personally after all.’
Lexie’s heart gave a sickening lurch. ‘And this affects me how?’
Those dark eyes glittered down at her with mocking satisfaction. ‘I would have thought that was obvious, Lexie.’
‘Humour me, Mr St Claire,’ she bit out between gritted teeth.
He shrugged those broad shoulders beneath his tailored jacket. ‘For the next three days you work for me. I need to go to Gloucestershire for the next couple of days at least, to assess the damage to the house there and to organise repairs. Obviously I expect my temporary temporary PA—namely you—to accompany me.’
Lexie felt the colour drain from her cheeks as she stared up at him in stunned disbelief.
Lucan wanted her to accompany him to Gloucestershire? To Mulberry Hall? The St Claire ducal estate in the village of Stourbridge?
The same village where Lexie’s grandmother still lived…
CHAPTER THREE
LUCAN couldn’t help but see the way Lexie reacted as he outlined his plans for spending the next couple of days in Gloucestershire; her eyes had become dark and haunted, her cheeks deathly pale.
Obviously Lucan had a personal aversion to going anywhere near the family estate—which was the reason he had decided to take this intriguing woman with him—but he saw no reason why she should feel the same way. Unless, of course, she had personal commitments that kept her in town—maybe a boyfriend or a live-in lover?
‘Do you have a problem with that? ‘ he rasped harshly.
Did Lexie have a problem with that?
She couldn’t even begin to list the problems she had with going anywhere near the village of Stourbridge in the company of this particular man. With Lucan St Claire. The head of the despised St Claire family.
Lexie had been visiting the village of Stourbridge for years, of course, on frequent visits to her grandmother and Grandpa Alex. As a child she had gone there with her parents, and latterly on her own. Stourbridge was a delightful village, full of charming thatched cottages, and Lexie always enjoyed spending time there with her grandmother.
Which was the pertinent point, of course.
To go anywhere near Stourbridge, the village where Lexie had been known by many of the locals from the time she was a baby, with Lucan St Claire of all people, was simply asking for trouble.
Oh, what a tangled web…
And that web had just become more tangled than Lexie could ever have imagined when she had allowed curiosity to get the better of her!
Her throat moved convulsively as she swallowed hard, and her gaze avoided meeting that probing dark one as instead she looked somewhere over Lucan’s left shoulder. ‘I can’t simply up and leave London at a moment’s notice…’
‘I’ve already checked with your agency, and part of your contract of employment states that you agree to accompany your employer in the course of his/her business,’ Lucan informed her coldly.
Having worked at the agency alongside her parents for the last three years, Lexie knew exactly what the Premier Personnel contract said concerning their expectations of employees. As the daughter of the owners of the company it was also a contract she hadn’t signed—a fact Lexie obviously couldn’t share with him.
Her mouth firmed. ‘Your reasons for going to Gloucestershire appear to be personal rather than business-related.’
‘Correct me if I’m wrong—’ his icily taunting tone implied that he already knew he wasn’t ‘—but I believe the initials PA stand for