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“You have smudged mascara,” he said,gently.
“Thank you, ground?” Iasked.
“Why are you crying?” heasked.
“Maybe because I’m sad today?” I tried to keep the sarcasm out of my voice; he was my boss afterall.
“Why are yousad?”
It was always questions with him. He rarely volunteered any information, just asked alot.
“My husband left me, I’ve been humiliated by him. My colleagues are whispering about me and avoiding me like I have some contagious disease. I should resign but I can’t bring myself to. I’m tired. Take yourpick.”
“Then I’ll have to do something to cheer you up, won’tI?”
We had arrived on the ground floor and he took hold of my wrist. I was thankful it was the hand holding my briefcase, so he couldn’t take hold of that. He pulled me along as he walked to the entrance. Fred stood, but we ignored him as wepassed.
“What are you doing?” Iasked.
“Wait andsee.”
He hailed a taxi and refused to speak anymore until one arrived. He gave the driver an address before opening the door and ushering mein.
“Where are we going? I have to go home. I want to go home,” Isaid.
“Later.”
“Not later,now.”
He turned on his seat to face me. Once again, I saw that steely gaze and a look of determination on hisface.
“So tell the driver to take you home,” he said, challengingme.
I didn’t want to go home, I didn’t want to go with him either. I didn’t know what the fuck I wanted todo.
I didn’t reply, and with a smug look, he settled back in his seat. We continued the journey insilence.
It wasn’t long before we pulled up outside a set of iron gates. Behind them was a stunning modern house, in front of Hampstead Heath. Mackenzie paid the driver, and taking hold of my wrist again, he opened his door and pulled me gently along the seat to join him. I watched as he entered a code into a keypad beside the gate and set in a brick column. The gates swung open and he strode up the drive. I was power walking to keep up withhim.
He took a set of keys from his pocket and opened the front door to hishome.
“I shouldn’t be here,” Isaid.
“Why?”
“Quit with the questions,” Isaid.
“Okay. Yes, you should be here because I brought you; you had little choice, since I didn’t tell you where we were going; I’ve only brought you here to feed you ice cream, in the hope it will cheer you up.” He took a breath after his rather longsentence.
“Icecream?”
“Icecream.”
The man totally fucking baffled me. On one hand, we had the powerful, intensely staring, devilishly handsome, fucking amazing in bed Mackenzie. Then on the other, we had the grinning idiot, still devilishly handsome, still amazing in bed, wanting to feed me ice creamMackenzie!
“Ice cream,” I said, shaking myhead.
He took the briefcase from my hand and placed it on a consul table in the vast hall. I had no choice but to follow him through to an even vaster kitchen. He gestured to a stool tucked under a breakfastbar.
