wonder what’s going on downstairs. There must be mass panic.’ She couldn’t quite keep the scorn from colouring her voice.
‘I take it that you’re not a fan of tonight’s celebrations,’ he said wryly.
‘I wouldn’t say that. I’m just...’ she searched for the word ‘...sceptical.’
‘About the event, or the reason for it?’
The innocent question brought a flurry of emotions that she wasn’t ready to face. Her brother, Connor, had warned her that the hotel they both worked at hadn’t been doing well for years now. Despite his efforts as regional manager, Connor was still struggling to bring the Elegance Hotel back from the mess the last manager had created. The arrival today of the CEO—their boss—held a mass of implications that she didn’t want to think about.
So, instead of answering his question, she asked, ‘Are you here to meet the CEO?’
‘Not really, no.’
‘A very cryptic answer.’
She could sense his smile.
‘I like the idea of being a little mysterious.’
She laughed. ‘You realise I don’t know who you are, right? Everything about you is mysterious to me.’
As she said the words she turned towards him and found herself face to face with him. Her heart pounded, her breath slowed, and for the briefest moment she wanted to lean forward and kiss him.
The thought was as effective as ice down her back, and she shifted away, blaming claustrophobia for her physical reaction to a man she barely knew.
She shook her head, and was brought back to the reality of the situation. Soon she didn’t have to pretend to blame her shortness of breath on her fear. She felt a hand grip her own and looked at him. She could see the concern in his eyes, and gratitude filled her when she realised that reassurance, not attraction, was the reason for his gesture.
‘Your date must be worried about you,’ he said, and nodded, encouraging her to concentrate on his words.
‘He might be,’ she agreed, ‘if I had brought one.’
He laughed, and the sound was as manly as the rest of him. What was it about the man that enthralled all her senses?
‘And yours?’ Callie asked, and wondered at herself. This wasn’t like her. She was flirting with him. And even though she knew that she shouldn’t, she wanted to know the answer.
Their eyes locked, and once again something sizzled between them.
‘I don’t have a date here.’
‘Your girlfriend couldn’t make it tonight?’
She turned away from him as she asked the question, and leaned her head back against the elevator wall. She didn’t want to succumb to the magnetism that surrounded him, but she had already failed miserably. She shouldn’t be asking him about his personal life. But every time she looked at him her heart kicked in her chest and she wanted to know more. If she looked away, the walls began to close in on her.
So she chose the lesser of the two evils and turned back to him. His eyes were patient, steady, and she gave in to the temptation. ‘Couldn’t she?’
‘There’s no girlfriend.’
Was she imagining the slight tension in his voice?
‘And you don’t have a boyfriend, I assume?’
‘You assume correctly—although I probably shouldn’t be telling you that.’
‘Why not?’
‘Well, you’re a strange man and we’re stuck in an elevator together. What’s going to deter you from putting the moves on me now that you know I don’t have a boyfriend?’
Callie said the words before she could think about what they might provoke. But he just said, ‘You don’t have to worry about that. I don’t “put the moves” on anyone.’
‘So women just drop at your feet, then?’ She couldn’t take her eyes off him as she dug deeper.
‘Sometimes.’
He smiled, but even in the dim light she could see something in his eyes that she couldn’t decipher.
‘Ah, modesty. Charming.’ She said it in jest, but her heart sank. This man—this very attractive man who made her heart beat faster just by looking at her—wasn’t interested in one woman. Women fell at his feet—and she wouldn’t be one of them.
He laughed, and then sobered. ‘Mostly I stay away from them.’
Callie felt herself soften just a little at the heartbreak she could hear ever so slightly in his voice. And just like that her judgement of him faded away. He didn’t want women, or even just one woman—he wanted to be alone. Callie couldn’t figure out which fact bothered her the most.
‘I’m sorry. She must have been a real piece of work.’
He didn’t answer her, but his face told her everything that she needed to know. She placed a hand over his and squeezed it, hoping to provide him with some comfort. But when he laid his hand over hers in return, comfort was the last thing on her mind. His hand brought heat to hers, and lit her heart so that it beat to a rhythm she couldn’t fathom. He leaned his head towards hers, and suddenly heat spread through her bloodstream.
This couldn’t be right, she thought desperately as she pulled her hand away. They barely knew each other. She wouldn’t let herself fall into a web of attraction with a man who was as charming as a fairy-tale prince.
Before she could worry about it the elevator lurched and the lights came back on. He stood and offered a hand to her, a slight smile on his gorgeous face. Did he know the effect he had on her? Or was he simply aware that he’d helped distract her from one of her worst fears?
As Callie took his hand she had to admit that he had kept her thoughts off being stuck in an elevator. And she blamed that—and his good looks—on her uncharacteristic reaction.
‘Thank you,’ she said as the elevator doors opened. ‘I hope you enjoy the rest of your evening.’
The breath of relief that was released from her lungs as she walked away was because she was out of the enclosed space, Callie assured herself, and ignored the voice in her head that scoffed at the lie.
* * *
Blake Owen stopped at the doors of the banquet hall and resisted the urge to walk away. He had never been a fan of opulence, but rarely did he have a choice in the matter. Which was fine, he supposed. In his business, events of an extravagant nature were integral to success, and the welcome for him tonight was an excellent example of that. He would be introduced to the Elegance Hotel in Cape Town in a style that would keep the hotel’s name at the forefront of the media’s attention while he sorted out the troublesome operation.
So he accepted his lot and walked into the room, snagging a flute of champagne from the nearest waiter’s tray
