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'All ready?' His voice was impersonal now, and she nodded quickly before stepping past him into the corridor and shutting the door firmly behind her.
Ready? No, she wasn't ready, she thought nervously as he put a casual arm round her waist and guided her into the lift, which was waiting at their floor, his flesh burning hers through the silk of her dress.
Once in the lift, she moved carefully to one side, turning to face him as she strove for nonchalance. 'You've stayed here before?' she asked lightly.
'Several times.' If he noticed her manoeuvre to avoid his touch he gave no sign of it, his voice pleasant and untroubled. 'When you travel as much as I do, if you find a good hotel you stick to it, believe me. I like good food, swift service and most of all a comfortable bed.'
This time she refused to let herself blush at what was a perfectly normal conversation after all, although there had been an inflexion in the dark, deep voice that she was sure she hadn't imagined.
'Yes…' Come on, blind him with some riveting repartee, she told herself angrily, but the flagrant masculinity showed no signs of abating, and it had the unwelcome effect of stilling her normally quick tongue. It didn't help that it was completely natural either…
He had to be one of the most attractive, sexy men she had met in a long time, she realised suddenly with a shock of surprise. Women must adore him. 'I really think the launch is going to be the most talked about event for years,' she began quickly. 'I'm sure—'
'Josie?' he interrupted her softly, his voice lazy. 'You aren't working now.'
'But—'
'No buts.' His eyes glinted at her, daring her to argue. 'Don't you ever relax?' he asked silkily.
As they reached the ground floor and the lift opened onto the luxurious reception area she smiled coolly, her back straight. 'Of course I relax,' she said tightly. 'Often.'
'When?' he challenged quietly.
'What?' She stared up at him as he brought her to a halt by turning her to face him, his large hands under her elbows.
'When do you relax?' he asked patiently, his voice soft. 'Really relax, I mean.'
'I… All the time.' Was he flirting with her? she thought nervously. She really didn't know. But what she did know was that the coldly intimidating, ruthless tycoon had metamorphosed into the perfect dinner companion, and of the two she found the latter infinitely more alarming. 'When I'm at home—'
'By yourself?' There was a dry, mordant note in the lazy voice now that immediately grated on her nerves. He turned from her, taking her arm and leading her into the small cocktail bar just off Reception.
'There's nothing wrong with being by yourself,' she said hotly, stung into temper. 'Besides which I have lots of friends, and my cat—'
'Josie, old ladies of ninety have lots of friends and a cat,' he drawled, with inexcusable amusement. 'Now, our table at the restaurant isn't booked until half-past nine, and I'd like you to try a particularly delicious cocktail here before we leave. I'm sure you'll love it.'
'What's it called?' she asked tightly, her temper still at boiling point but unable to do anything about it with the attentive barman hovering in front of them as though Luke were royalty.
'Chaste Delight.' He raised one sardonic eyebrow at her as he spoke. 'Although I rather think that is a contradiction in terms… Good evening, George.'
The silver gaze turned to centre on the barman not a moment too soon as her urge to kick him became almost overwhelming. 'How's your wife?'
'Getting along nicely now, Mr Hawkton, thank you,' the barman said, with a deference that Josie found intensely irritating in the circumstances. 'We've roped the grandparents in to help out a bit; they love it and it gives Frieda a break.'
'Good idea. All hands to the plough—or in this case three ploughs.' Luke glanced at her with a wry smile. 'George's wi
fe recently gave birth to triplets; they don't do things by halves over here. That'll teach you to marry a big, healthy German girl, George,' he continued smoothly as Josie forced herself to smile politely. 'If you'd stayed in the old country you wouldn't have had this problem.'
'No problem, Mr Hawkton.' The other man grinned cheerfully. 'You want to see the mugshots?'
'Do I have a choice?' Luke returned wryly but with a warm smile. 'And while we do that perhaps you'd mix a Chaste Delight for the lady, and I'd better have a mineral water, George. I'm driving.'
Josie steeled herself for what was to follow but it still hurt; it always did. Three little cocoons with tiny faces exposed to the camera in the arms of their proud parents. Three. She kept the smile in place with gritted teeth. It wasn't fair. life just wasn't fair.
'They're very sweet.' She handed the photographs back to Luke as though they had burnt her, and George busied himself with serving their drinks before disappearing to the other end of the bar as another couple wandered in.
'Did I detect a note of boredom there?' Luke asked softly as she took a long, deep swallow of her frothy pink cocktail to quell the trembling in her stomach.
'Boredom?' She was immensely glad of the kick in the drink as she raised purposefully blank eyes to his. 'No, not at all.'
