Innocent In The Boardroom. Joss WoodЧитать онлайн книгу.
she hadn’t worn a knee-length drab skirt and a sensible blouse. She wished, for the first time in her life, that she had taken a page out of her mother’s book and made the most of her assets.
She frowned. Alessandro had accused her of being a hypocrite and she had predictably reacted by hitting the roof—because who was he to pass judgement on her? Yet, wasn’t she?
If she’d seen life in exactly the same black-and-white way that he did wouldn’t she have worn more comfortable clothes for the flight over? Brought more to wear than stuff that could only be labelled as excruciatingly businesslike...? Had a wardrobe that actually contained clothes a girl her age would wear? She was so scared of emulating her mother that she had veered off in completely the opposite direction, ignoring the fact that there was always a middle ground.
No wonder he was so entertained by her! No wonder he got a kick out of winding her up! She played straight into his hands by trying to control everything she said and did—way more than the occasion demanded.
Yet he had seen her in relaxed mode, she thought with a twinge of discomfort. And whilst that would have been nothing for him, because he was used to seeing far more beautiful women wearing a lot less, it had been something for her. She had felt exposed and vulnerable. Stupid.
She surfaced to find that she was being led out of the foyer and towards a bank of lifts up to her hotel room—which would give her welcome relief from her thoughts.
She was a lot less relieved when they were shown to the same door, which was flung open to reveal an absolutely enormous suite. She stared at it in horror.
‘What’s this?’ She remained firmly planted in the doorway, only shifting to allow the porter inside, watching with her arms folded until he was dispatched and the only occupants of the vast room were Alessandro and herself.
Alessandro looked around, as though noticing his surroundings for the first time.
She was so predictable in her reactions. Dismay at the prospect of being in his company, horror at imagining dinner with him, and now downright shrieking tension, barely kept in check, at the idea that this vast suite might be a shared situation.
Was it any wonder that he couldn’t seem to stop himself from goading her?
Especially when, as it was now, the colour staining her cheeks looked just so unbelievably appealing?
As was her half-opened mouth, her flashing eyes, and the way her pink tongue had sneaked out to moisten her lips...
‘It’s a room, Kate,’ he said, in the patient voice of someone explaining the obvious. ‘Hotels tend to have them. It’s a must when it comes to attracting potential guests.’
‘Ha-ha.’ She wasn’t budging. She could feel her pulse racing as she craned her neck from her position by the door to try and ascertain just what the situation was regarding sleeping arrangements.
He couldn’t possibly expect them to share a bedroom, could he? No. No way.
As if reading her thoughts, and reluctantly deciding to put her out of her misery, he said without looking at her, strolling towards the huge bay window to gaze idly outside, ‘No need to panic. This is where I’ll be staying.’
He turned to face her and saw her visibly relax.
‘I asked my secretary to book two adjoining rooms. It wasn’t a necessity, but I thought it might be more convenient if this deal kicks off and we find ourselves having to work late. I only realized when I read through the confirmation that my instructions were taken a little too literally...’
He took his time walking towards a door which she hadn’t noticed and flung it open.
‘You’re in there... Actually, if you’d looked at the bedroom you would have noticed that your case is nowhere in evidence. You could have spared yourself your giddy meltdown.’
‘I was not having a giddy meltdown... I was just curious as to... Well...’
‘You may have your opinions on my relationships with women...’ Alessandro’s voice was cool and hard ‘...but I draw the line at sharing a bedroom with one of my employees when we’re on business...’
And when we’re not?
Kate shoved aside the immediate thought that sprang into her head on the back of his remark. She walked towards the door and peered into a suite that was almost as big as the one in which she was standing.
‘And, before you ask, yes, there’s a lock on the interconnecting door—so you’ll be quite safe should I find myself accidentally trying to sleepwalk into your bedroom.’
His voice left her in no doubt that that was the last thing he would consider doing. There was laughter just below the surface and she flushed. She might be having a hard time disassociating the sex-on-legs guy from the guy who actually paid her salary, but that was because of her own overactive imagination.
‘In that case,’ she said stiffly, ‘I think I’ll freshen up...have a bath.’ She looked at him. ‘I wonder whether it might not be a better idea for us to continue our discussion about my job in the morning. When we’re more alert.’
‘It’s not even seven-thirty in the evening,’ Alessandro said drily. ‘I think I’m alert enough to focus. And in the morning we can both look forward to a fun-packed full day tracking down our adventurous crook. So...’ He looked at his Rolex and then back at her as she waited, ready to sprint to safety. ‘I can either come and get you in an hour, or so you can meet me in the bar downstairs...which would you rather?’
‘I’ll meet you,’ Kate muttered.
‘Fine. In an hour sharp.’ He grinned. ‘You can scuttle off and have your bath now...’
Scuttle.
Horrible word. Scuttle was the sort of thing timid little creatures did to get away from danger. Admittedly Alessandro might easily be classed as a dangerous species—at least to her peace of mind—but she had never particularly considered herself a timid little creature.
She had had to develop a tough streak just to get though most of her childhood. In addition to her mother’s guilelessly flamboyant jobs, her shocking naivety when it came to the opposite sex and her casual disregard for most aspects of parenting, Kate had also had to be on standby for her mother when her heart had inevitably got broken.
In the framework of things, being timid was a luxury she had never been able to afford.
But was that how Alessandro saw her? If so, wouldn’t that come into play when it came to sealing the deal on any job promotion for her? Who wanted someone timid handling important accounts and clients?
The clothes she had packed all fell into the category of timid. When she had chosen what to take she had made sure to pack stuff that conveyed the right message—she was a working woman on business. A few less formal things had been brought for those evenings that she had intended spending on her own, discovering the city at her own pace and without her challenging boss for company.
Prospects on that particular front now looked anything but sunny. Overcast with the threat of downpours might be more like it.
She took her time enjoying her bath, absently marvelling at the size of the bathroom, and then, with a sigh, opted for a variation on the eternal suit. The navy skirt was, like all her work skirts, knee-length, but instead of a white blouse she chose a red one. And after a lot of hesitation decided against the bun—because she could already visualize those mocking dark eyes taking in the ensemble and having a laugh at her expense.
It took her a while to find the bar. The hotel was enormous, with extensive shopping within it and several dining areas. Eventually, however, she was directed to one of the less casual bars, which was where she expected he would be. Relaxing over a whisky and soda and amusing himself with various scenarios involving George and his dismissal.
Sure enough,