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‘And the career opportunities are going to disappear unless you hurry back to London as fast as you can?’
‘I realise you’ll probably pull that big job out from under our feet.’ That thought only now struck her, as did the conclusion that she wasn’t going to win employee of the week if her boss found out that she had been instrumental in losing a job that would bring hundreds of thousands of pounds to the company and extend their reach far wider than they had anticipated.
Alessio wondered whether her thirst for a rewarding career would make her change her mind about not staying on, about not continuing what they had. It revolted him to think that it might. He had never had to use leverage to get any woman into his bed and he wasn’t about to start now.
Nor had he ever had to beg any woman to stay in his bed once she was there, and he certainly wasn’t about to start that now.
‘You misjudge me,’ he said coldly. ‘I offered that job to your boss and I am not a man who would renege on a promise, least of all over an affair that goes belly up. Your company has the job and everything that goes with it.’
Lesley lowered her eyes. He was a man of honour. She had known that. He just wasn’t a man in love.
‘I also think that when I decide to embark on another relationship.’
‘You mean after you’ve launched yourself back into the singles scene.’
She shrugged, allowing him to think something she knew to be way off mark. She could think of nothing less likely than painting the town red and clubbing.
‘I just feel that, if I decide to get involved with anyone, then it should be with the person who is right for me. So, I think we should call it a day for us.’
‘Good luck with your search,’ Alessio gritted. ‘And, now that you’ve said your piece, I shall go and do some work downstairs. Feel free to use the bedroom where your suitcase has been put; I shall sleep in one of the other bedrooms and you can book your return flight first thing in the morning. Naturally, I will cover the cost.’ He stood up and walked towards the door. ‘I intend to go to Claudia’s by nine tomorrow. If I don’t see you before I go, have a safe flight. The money I owe you will be in your bank account by the time you land.’ He nodded curtly and shut the kitchen door behind him.
This is all for the best, Lesley thought, staring at the closed door and trying to come to terms with the thought that she would probably never see him again.
It was time for her to move on...
CHAPTER NINE
LESLEY PAUSED IN FRONT of the towering glass house and stared up and up and up. Somewhere in there, occupying three floors in what was the most expensive office block in central London, Alessio would be hard at work. At least, she hoped so. She hoped he wasn’t out of the country. She didn’t think she could screw up her courage and make this trip to see him a second time.
A month ago, she had walked out on him and she hadn’t heard from him since. Not a word. He had duly deposited a wad of money into her account, as he had promised—far too much, considering she had bailed on their trip a day in.
How had his talk with his daughter turned out? Had they made amends, begun the protracted process of repairing their relationship? Where was she at school now?
Had he found someone else? Had he found her replacement?
For the past few weeks, those questions had churned round and round in her head, buzzing like angry hornets, growing fat on her misery until... Well, until something else had come along that was so big and so overwhelming that there was no room left in her head for those questions.
She took a deep breath and propelled her reluctant feet forward until she was standing in the foyer of the building, surrounded by a constant river of people coming and going, some in snappy suits, walking with an air of purpose; others, clearly tourists, staring around them, wondering where they should go to get to the viewing gallery or to one of the many restaurants.
In front of her a long glass-and-metal counter separated a bank of receptionists from the public. They each had a snazzy, small computer screen in front of them and they were all impeccably groomed.
She had worked out what she was going to say, having decided beforehand that it wasn’t going to be easy gaining access to the great Alessio Baldini—that, in fact, he might very well refuse to see her at all. She had formulated a borderline sob story, filled with innuendo and just enough of a suggestion that, should she not be allowed up to whatever floor he occupied, he would be a very angry man.
It worked. Ten minutes after she had arrived, a lift was carrying her up to one of the top floors, from which she knew he would be able to overlook all of London. She had no idea how much the rent was on a place like this and her head spun thinking about it. She had been told that she would be met at the lift, and she was, but it was only as they were approaching his office that nerves really truly kicked in and she had to fight to keep her breathing steady and even and not to hyperventilate.
She was aware of his personal assistant asking concerned questions and she knew that she was answering those questions in a reassuring enough voice, but she felt sick to the stomach.
By the time they reached his office suite, she was close to fainting.
She didn’t even know if she was doing the right thing. The decision to come here had been taken and then rejected and then taken again so many times that she had lost count.
The outer office, occupied by his personal assistant, was luxurious. In one corner, a massive semi-circular desk housed several phones and a computer terminal. Against one of the walls was a long, grey bench-like sofa that looked very uncomfortable. Against the other wall was a smooth, walnut built-in cupboard with no handles, just a bank of smooth wood.
It was an intimidating office, but not as intimidating as the massive door behind which Alessio would be waiting for her.
And waiting for her he most certainly was. He had been in the middle of a conference call when he had been buzzed by his secretary and informed that a certain Lesley Fox was downstairs in reception and should she be sent away or brought up?
Alessio had cut short his conference call without any preamble. His better self had told him to refuse her entry. Why on earth would he want to have anything further to do with a woman who had slept with him, had not denied having slept with him as part of her preparations for entering the world of hectic dating and then walked out of his life without a backward glance? Why would he engage in any further conversation with someone who had made it perfectly clear that he was not the sort of man she was looking for, even though they had slept together? Even though there had been no complaints there!
He had made sure that the money owed to her was deposited into her bank account, and had had no word from her confirming whether she had received it or not, despite the fact that he had paid her over and above the agreed amount, including paying her for time she had not worked for him at all.
The time he had wasted waiting for a phone call or text from her had infuriated him.
Not to mention the time he had wasted just thinking about her. She was hardly worth thinking about and yet, in the past few weeks, she had been on his mind like a background refrain he just couldn’t get out of his head.
And so, when he had been called on his internal line to be told that she was there in the building, that she wanted to see him, there had been no contest in his head.
He had no idea what she could possibly want, and underwriting his curiosity was the altogether pleasant day dream that she had returned to beg for him back. Perhaps the wild and wonderful world of chatting up random men in bars and clubs had not quite lived up to expectation. Maybe having fun with the wrong guy was not quite the horror story she had first thought. Maybe she missed the sex; she had certainly seemed to enjoy every second of being touched by him.
Or, more prosaically, maybe her boss had sent her along on something to do with the job he had put their way. It made sense. She knew him. Indeed, they had landed that lucrative contract without even having to tender for it because of her. If anything needed to be discussed, her boss would naturally assume that she should be the one to do it and there would be no way that she could refuse. At least, not unless she started pouring out the details of her private life, which he knew she would never do.
He frowned, not caring for that scenario, which he immediately jettisoned so that he could focus as he waited for her on more pleasurable ones.
By the time his secretary, Claire, announced her arrival, through the internal line to which she exclusively had access, Alessio had come to the conclusion that he was only mildly curious as to the nature of her surprise visit—that he didn’t care a whit what she had to say to him and that the only reason he was even allowing her entry into his office was because he was gentlemanly enough not to have her chucked out from the foyer in full view of everyone.
Still, he made her wait a while, before sitting back in his leather chair and informing Claire that his visitor could be ushered in—cool, calm and screamingly forbidding.
Lesley felt the breath catch jaggedly in her throat as she heard the door close quietly behind her. Of course, she hadn’t forgotten what he looked like. How could she when his image had been imprinted in her brain with the red-hot force of a branding iron?
But nothing had prepared her for the cold depths of those dark eyes or the intimidating silence that greeted her arrival in his office.
