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He looks at me with those deep grey eyes. “It isn’t safe.”
“I’ve been there for almost six months and I’ve never had an incident.”
“Best not to tempt fate, wouldn’t you think?”
“Are you always this bossy?”
He’s larger than life, I’ve come to realise. Standing in his ridiculous kitchen that looks like it belongs in some fancy magazine. His shoulders are wide-set, his shirt clings to his body and I try ever so hard not to let my eyes dip.
“I’m not bossy — I’m a realist. And the truth of the matter is, South Kensington is safe.”
“For tonight it is,” I mutter.
“What do you mean?”
“I’m going back there tomorrow, Alistair. It’s where I live.”
He looks like he doesn’t think that’s a very good idea but says nothing. “I’ll show you to your room.” Without asking, he picks up my weekender and carries it up the stairs to the second floor. “I’m sure you’ll have everything you need. My chef will be here in the morning to make us breakfast.”
“Wow, the service is excellent around here.”
“He also makes meals for the week and I freeze them.”
“I never figured you for the Tupperware king.” I bite my lip to save from laughing.
Alistair is far from amused. He’s so damn grumpy. I think he needs a little bit of sunshine in his life, it might perk him up a bit.
I turn the light on when we reach the huge guest suite. It’s the same room I was in last night. I note the bedsheets have been changed and there’s a new comforter on the bed.
“Do you have many guests?” I ask, as he puts my weekender on the end of the bed.
“Not often, no.”
“So women don’t stay over?” I’m sure if they did, it’d be in his bedroom.
He surprises me by saying, “Never.”
“Oh.”
“I lie. My sister stayed once with a friend when they got really drunk and rocked up on my doorstep.”
“How is Layne?” I barely remember her. I only met her once at Christmas time — she’s a few years older than me, but it seems like the polite thing to say.
His lips twitch. “She’s fine.”
“So in the morning, what time do you want me in the office to discuss… things?”
He turns to look down at me. “You’re keen to start so soon?”
“Yep. I’m here, aren’t I?”
His lips part and he looks like he’s about to say something, but then his mouth clamps shut.
“You can say it, you know.” I give him a pat on the arm like he’s a frat boy and we’re roommates.
“Say what?”
“Whatever you want to say.”
