Joss Wood - Innocent In The Boardroom

‘No strings attached. I tell them from the outset that I’m in it for fun. I give them the opportunity to walk away.’

How considerate.

‘No sleepovers...no cosy nights in in front of the telly...no knick-knacks in the bathroom...’

‘That’s a lot of rules,’ Kate said truthfully. ‘And then what happens?’

‘What do you mean?’ Alessandro frowned in puzzlement, because how much clearer could he get with his explanation?

‘What if some of the rules get broken? I mean, what if one of your dates decides that she’d rather stay in than go out. But, no... I suppose those supermodel types love the camera, so why would they ever want to do something as boring as staying in ...?’

Alessandro grinned but didn’t say anything. He didn’t have to. Why would any woman want to go out when they had the option of staying in a bed with him ? Kate could read that clearly from his wicked grin.

‘My rules don’t get broken,’ he murmured with soft assurance. ‘And if they do then it spells the end of a relationship. And now that we’ve cleared that up...’ He leaned forward to flip open his laptop, which had been resting on the table in front of them.

Now that he had cleared that up she was dismissed—along with her opinions.

CHAPTER FIVE

IT WASN’T THE MOST relaxed of trips, even though it should have been. The first-class service was faultless. There seemed to be no end to the smiling girls waiting at the ready to bring whatever they were told to bring. They were, literally, primed to jump to attention. People paid a fortune—and they didn’t just get hot breakfasts in the first-class lounges. The bowing and scraping followed them onto the plane.

Kate had been on a one-week holiday with her mother three years previously. They had flown to Ibiza for a few days of sun and the flight over had been cramped and unpleasant. The airline staff had been abrupt and indifferent and it had been a relief to land and get off.

On this flight she had endless leg room. The seat could be transformed into a bed. There was champagne and wine and the food was of fine-dining standard.

But she shouldn’t have worn a suit. The pumps she could dispense with, but the skirt was horribly uncomfortable. Grey jogging bottoms had been thoughtfully provided in a sanitised plastic bag, along with a matching jumper, but she couldn’t bring herself to wear either.

The only saving grace was that Alessandro worked and dozed, leaving her to get on with the business of dreading the week ahead.

There was a lot to dread. High on the list was the fact that she could give herself a million stern lectures on keeping her distance but none of those words of wisdom counted for anything—because he seemed to have the power to seduce her into whatever conversation he happened to want at the time.

She could wave the folder she had on George in front of his handsome face, but if he wasn’t in the mood to get down to business then he just... didn’t.

And something about him propelled her into speech. The hatefully arrogant man could just tilt his head to one side, direct that devastating half smile on her and off she would go, blabbering on about stuff that didn’t concern him and pouring out confidences that she never shared with anyone.

Then he would grow bored and she would be dismissed—just like that.

If in the space of a few days and some snatched conversations she had managed to tell him about her insecure upbringing and how that had made her feel, not to mention her thoughts on men like him, then what was the week ahead going to bring?

And then there was the uncomfortable question of the way she couldn’t seem to stop herself from looking at him—and not in the harmless way an employee was supposed to look at her boss. Nothing about what he aroused in her felt appropriate.

What was that all about? Was it because she had been so careful to put things into boxes—to put men into boxes—that the first time one had slipped through the net, she had not had the necessary weaponry to deal with the intruder?

That calmed her. It was easy to picture him as an intruder, muscling his way past ‘Do Not Trespass’ signs, making inroads into places he had no right to be.

She could deal with intruders. Even metaphorical ones. So she might have been caught off guard? That didn’t mean that she was doomed to being caught off guard whenever she happened to be in his company. She might be inexperienced but she wasn’t a complete idiot!

She was in a better frame of mind by the time the plane began taxiing down to land.

‘Good flight?’ he asked as everyone began to stand in preparation for disembarking. ‘You look a little...rumpled. Didn’t I question your choice of outfit? Why didn’t you wear the comfy clothes provided? Or didn’t you locate them...?’

‘I had a very good flight,’ Kate answered serenely. ‘It was relaxing. I read my book, watched a couple of movies, dozed...and as a matter of fact I’m very comfortable with my choice of clothing.’

The damn man looked as fresh as a daisy—all bright-eyed and bushy-tailed and ready for what was waiting for them in Toronto.

She didn’t dare glance down at her skirt, which would be horribly creased—a suitable companion to her shirt, which was also horribly creased. She wondered whether it was physically possible for a face to look creased as well. If it was, then she would bet that hers did.

But her smile was wide and bright.

‘It beats travelling cattle class,’ she volunteered, making sure not to watch as he hoisted his bag down from the overhead locker, as well as her own pull-along. ‘I guess I should make the most of it. I don’t see it happening again any time soon.’

‘You aim too low.’

Alessandro looked down at her as they began the process of disembarking. Her neat bun was disobeying orders from above and staging a rebellion. Tendrils had escaped and she had tried to push them back into position without much success. She looked as though she had travelled prepared to step out of the plane straight into a board meeting, but had been dragged through a hedge somewhere along the way. Cute.

‘I like to aim for what I can reasonably achieve,’ she replied primly, stepping past him and out into the sweltering summer heat.

She felt his warm breath on her neck as he leant towards her from behind.

‘Repeat. You aim too low. Reasonable achievements are for the unadventurous.’

‘That’s me,’ she said sharply, half turning towards him. She spun back round and heard him chuckle behind her.

She had no idea what to expect of Toronto, having never travelled further afield than Ibiza, but whatever lay in store, it would flash past in style—because they’d cleared customs and outside there was a stretch limo waiting for them.

‘Is this another wow moment?’ Alessandro cupped her elbow with his hand and ushered her into the long, luxurious, totally over-the-top car.

There was lazy amusement in his voice.

When she had been feverishly writing him off as an intruder, who could be locked out with just a little bit of will power, she had been dealing with a cardboard cut-out in her head. Which was what she wanted him to be. An arrogant, obnoxious, ruthless cardboard cut-out.

Unfortunately the second he opened his mouth, her brain rebelled against categorizing him because he had far too many layers.

‘It’s just a car,’ she returned politely.

It wasn’t. Just a car was something small that took you from A to B, and fingers crossed it didn’t decide to break down en route. At least, that would be the kind of car she would probably buy in a year or two.

‘I’m not impressed because I don’t see the point of something this big. I mean, you can’t nip down to the supermarket in it, can you?’