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'Don't you indeed?' His face was dark with an emotion she'd rather not dwell on now, and he crossed his arms as he leant back against the window, almost as though he needed to keep them anchored to his body rather than round her neck, she reflected silently. 'And how do you know what I need, Miss White? To my knowledge we have never met before today.'
'I know your type.'
'My 'type'?' he barked angrily. 'My—' He broke off as he fought visibly for control before taking a deep breath and laughing harshly, the sound grating in the quiet air. 'You really do take the biscuit! You barge your way in here, flinging insults around as though they were confetti and then accuse me—'
He broke off again and shook his head before turning from her so that his hard features were in profile. 'You've had a bad day and I would guess that it's going to get worse. Let's leave it at that, and despite the low opinion you obviously have of me, I would not dream of letting you find your own way home after the news I've just given you. The car will be outside now. Shall we?'
He turned and extended his hand to the door. She remained staring at him for one long moment before she moved forward. He was angry, very angry; that much she could see and she really couldn't take on any more now. It was simpler to accept this favour, however much it grated.
'Mr Reef?' His secretary's voice held a note of panic as he walked with Katie through the outer office, shrugging his big grey overcoat over his shoulders as he did so. 'You haven't forgotten the management meeting you called earlier? They're already assembling in the small boardroom—'
'Cancel it.' Her employer turned at the door to fix her with that cool gaze. 'Re-schedule for two this afternoon.'
'Is there a number where you can be reached?'
'No—' he was already shutting the door as he replied to the slightly dazed voice '—but I won't be long.'
'You don't have to do this.' As the silent lift sped swiftly downwards she ventured a glance at him through her eyelashes and then wished she hadn't He looked mad—more than mad, she thought weakly, and she hadn't fully realised just how big and powerful that tall, lean body was until the close confines of the lift had emphasised it so threateningly. And his aftershave was gorgeous…
What was she doing, thinking such things at a time like this? she asked herself faintly, and about a man like him, too—the sort that populated her father's world in droves and the kind she had always abhorred. She was in shock. She leant limply against the wall of the lift and took a long, silent breath. That was it. That had to be it. Either that or she'd lost it completely.
He had ignored her hesitant voice as though he hadn't heard it but now the cold grey eyes pierced her, the expression in them anything but friendly. 'You aren't going to faint on me, are you,' he asked grimly, 'on top of everything else?'
'No, I'm not.' The adrenalin that sent fierce colour into her cheeks and an angry sparkle into her eyes also brought her jerking off the lift wall to stand rigid and stiff as they reached the ground floor. 'I've never fainted in my life.'
'Quite a formidable lady.' The thread of laughter in the mocking voice was unforgivable in the circumstances, and sheer anger kept her head up and her back straight as they walked through the reception area.
Out of the corner of her eye she was aware of one or two interested but veiled glances in their direction, but just keeping up with his large strides was more than enough to contend with for the moment. She had absolutely no intention of following in his wake like a whipped puppy, she thought tightly as they reached the massive automatic doors together. He was the epitome of the arrogant, dominant male but the Tarzan-Jane concept of male and female had never appealed less than at this moment.
The icy March wind was carrying chips of sleet on its breath as they left the hothouse warmth of the big building and she pulled her knee-length anorak more tightly round her as a big dark blue Mercedes purred to a halt in front of them, complete with chauffeur in matching uniform.
'In you get.' He opened the door for her and then followed her into the immaculate interior in one movement. 'Your address?' She gave it in a small voice that tried to be cool and assured but was merely…small.
'Are you going to the hospital?' They had travelled some minutes in complete silence but she had never been more aware of another human being in her life.
'Later perhaps.' Why couldn't he have been old and bald? she asked herself as she turned her head to meet his gaze. A sympathetic uncle-figure who would have met her halfway? 'My father doesn't—' She corrected herself quickly. 'The doctor thought it better to keep him quiet for the moment.'
'Right.' The intuitive grey eyes had narrowed at the slip but he made no comment, his face bland, and he turned to look out of the window into the grey world outside as the big car moved swiftly through the mid-morning traffic.
The journey home was accomplished in about half the time the taxi had taken earlier and as they drew into the smart pebbled drive she found herself looking, as though for the first time, at the house she had been born in. Mellow, honey-coloured stone, leaded windows and a massive thatched roof stared impassively back; the huge oak tree that stood in the middle of the bowling-green-smooth lawn at the front of the house was as yet bare and naked against the winter sky.
'You have a beautiful home.' She jumped visibly as he spoke, and dragged her eyes away from the sight that had suddenly become so poignant with a tremendous effort.
'Not for much longer, it would seem,' she said flatly as she held out one small, slim hand for him to shake. 'Thank you for bringing me home, Mr Reef. No doubt my father's solicitors will be hearing from yours in due course.'
'No doubt.' He hesitated for the merest second and then, instead of giving the handshake she had expected, leant forward and brushed her lips with his own. As she leapt backwards like a scalded cat he climbed out of the car and offered his hand, his eyebrows raised in a distinctly sardonic tilt. 'Allow me.'
She gave him her hand reluctantly—a fact which the dark eyebrows took full note of—and slid out of the car with as much dignity as she could muster, considering her cheeks were glowing bright red and her mouth was burning from the brief contact with his.
'Goodbye,' she said again, a little breathlessly this time, as she stepped backwards a few paces from his large bulk and edged towards the house.
'Goodbye.' He didn't smile or move and after a split-second of indecision she turned and ran up the steps to the front door, her only desire being to get into the safety of the house.
Mrs Jenkins must have heard the car because even as she fumbled in her bag for her key the door opened and she almost fell into the hall in her eagerness to get inside. 'Katie?' Mrs Jenkins peered out into the drive before slowly shutting the door and hurrying to her side. 'Who was that man?' she asked worriedly. 'And why was he looking at the house like that?'
'Like what?' Katie asked weakly, the relief at being home overwhelming. She didn't know why but during the last few seconds in the car she had felt undeniably threatened—terrifyingly so.
'Like…' Mrs Jenkins' voice faded away as she shook her grey head bewilderedly. 'I don't rightly know, but it wasn't normal.'
