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"No, not quite. It's my mother who bakes cakes. I do some voluntary work that's different to my day job. I teach Tae Kwan Do to the local kids at a community center youth club." She glanced at him to see his reaction. "It keeps them off the streets."
"An admirable pastime." He allowed himself to look at her body, top to toe. "And it goes some way in explaining the gorgeous figure."
Her mouth opened but she thought twice about it and didn't say anything.
His gaze rested momentarily on her cleavage. He could see the rapid rise and fall of her breathing. Man, she was hot.
"I'll see to that water now." He stood up. "You can get back in the car."
"Keep cool," he muttered to himself, as he slowly topped up the radiator. It wasn't easy. An extreme sense of physical desire had him in its grip and he couldn't stay focused as a result. Once he'd secured everything, he climbed into the car and shut the door. "Should get us there."
She nodded at him from the driver's seat. "Excellent."
She put the key in the transmission then pushed back some stray tendrils of hair that had fallen around her face, giving him a look at the soft curve of her jaw and the long line of her throat. He wanted to touch her. He remembered her hands resting up against his chest in the bar and the inviting look in her eyes.
"So, what you do to 'chill out' Sebastian?" She pulled her seat belt into position.
"Skiing or snow boarding once a year, canoeing once a month. On a daily basis I have to deal with a rather demanding household pet." He broke into a grin when he saw the curious look on her face. "It's proven to be good for stress, stroking a cat, and luckily she enjoys the physical contact as much as I do."
He lifted his eyebrows at her, inviting a response.
"Lucky kitty," she replied, her tone laden with sarcasm. "Let's get on our way then, shall we."
She might as well have waved a red flag at him. Sebastian wanted her. It was time to cut to the chase.
"Amy." He put his hand on her arm to stop her turning the key in the ignition. "There's something I wanted to say. Roger was disappointed when you didn't turn up to meet him, and I can understand why. I'd be pretty upset myself if I'd missed out on a date with someone as attractive as you."
That had her attention. She stared at him, her expression morphing. "You spoke to Roger…that's why you weren't surprised it was me this morning?"
She looked as if someone had just explained the meaning of life to her.
"Of course I did, I wanted to find out who you were. When I did, I realized we'd be meeting again today, which was great news."
She stared at him intently for an age, in silence, a frown drawing her delicately arched eyebrows together. "Mr. Armitage, are you coming on to me?"
"Oh, yes, I surely am." He couldn't help laughing.
"Excuse me, but what's funny?" Once again she looked annoyed.
"It's just that you practically threw yourself into my arms last night and now you're asking me if I'm coming on to you. You have to admit it’s funny."
She quickly turned away from him and looked straight ahead into the distance.
He'd taken a misstep there. "Hey, I didn't mean anything–"
"I did not throw myself at you," she interrupted in a low voice spoken through gritted teeth. Her hands clutched at the steering wheel. "And even if I had done, I only did it because I thought you were someone else."
Her frown deepened as she delivered the determined statement. Understandably, she had dug her own pit nice and deep with that little gem.
"Okay, okay." He held up his hands in a sign of surrender, biting his lip to stop himself from teasing her about it some more. "But what's the problem about me coming on to you? You obviously didn't run screaming last night when you thought I was your date." Argue your way out of that one, missie.
"That was different." After a few moments she turned and met his gaze directly, her chin lifted.
"Why?"
"Because, I …" She took a deep breath. "Because that was then, and we're working together now and I need to be professional about this, otherwise I risk messing up."
