Reece said more sharply. “You have to sign in both places.”
Yes, sir, she thought crazily, picked up his platinum pen and signed each copy. Then she watched as Reece added a totally illegible scrawl, and the secretary her ultraneat script. The secretary then left the room, never once having looked Lauren in the eye.
It was done. She was committed.
Reece said irritably, “This is a business deal that will terminate a week from tomorrow. Stop looking at me as though you’ve just married me for life.”
She blurted, “Have you ever been married?”
“Are you kidding?”
“Yes or no will do.”
“No.”
“Neither have I… Sandor had a soul above such petty, bourgeois standards.”
“Lauren,” Reece said coldly, “signing those forms wasn’t a license for true confessions.”
“Wasn’t a license for you to behave like a human being, you mean?”
“We’re not in public. We don’t have to act.”
“If I stuck a pin in you, would you bleed?” she demanded in true exasperation. “Or would ice water drip on the carpet?”
“It irks the hell out of you that I’m not bowled over by you, doesn’t it?”
Truth. That’s what she sought in her work, and that’s how she endeavored to live her life. Lauren said concisely, “You insist on seeing me as something I’m not, and you’ve built such a barrier between yourself and the real world that you treat everything and everyone in terms of either monetary value or functionality. That’s what irks the hell out of me.”
His mouth hardened. He said brusquely, “Here’s my card with my condo address and phone number. I’ve opened a couple of accounts for you downtown in case you need clothes—the details are on this piece of paper. And this is your copy of our agreement. Ten o’clock tonight, Lauren. Please don’t be late.”
Automatically she took the papers he was holding out and shoved them in her purse. “I’ll be there.”
He stepped back, holding her gaze with his own. “One more thing. You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”
As her jaw dropped, he opened the door. “See you tonight, darling,” he added, giving her a smile of such breathtaking intimacy that her heart lurched in her breast. Speechless, she dragged her eyes away and walked past the secretary like a woman in a dream. The elevator was waiting for her. As the doors slid open, she heard the soft closing of Reece’s door behind her.
You’re pretty enough.
You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.
Which was the truth and which was an act? And if she couldn’t tell the difference, what had she let herself in for?
The cab swung into the grounds of Reece’s condo at fifteen minutes to ten that evening. Lauren, though she had difficulty admitting this to herself, hadn’t wanted to be late. In consequence she’d allowed extra time for traffic. Too much time, she realized, paying the taxi driver, and taking her big suitcase from him. She noticed that the grounds had been designed with a Japanese theme, a harmony of rock, fern and shrub overlaid by the gentle ripple of water. An island of peace, Lauren thought, and wished she felt more peaceful.
She felt anything but peaceful.
If she arrived early, would Reece think she was too eager for his company? She could simply stand here for the next ten minutes and admire the garden.
To heck with that. No games, no pretense. She headed for the lobby, where the uniformed desk attendant recognized her name immediately, and called the elevator for her. “Mr. Callahan is expecting you, madam,” he said with a pleasant smile. “The top floor.”
She gave him an equally pleasant smile back, wondering why she should feel like a high-class call girl when she was anything but. The elevator smoothly deposited her outside double doors with exquisite wrought-iron handles; Reece’s unit was the only one on this floor. Her feet sinking in the thick carpeting, Lauren pushed the bell. Let the adventure begin, she thought, and fixed her smile on her face.
CHAPTER THREE
REECE swung the door open. For the space of five full seconds Lauren stared at him, all her rehearsed greetings fleeing her mind. He was naked to the waist and barefoot, his hair wet and tousled. Detail after detail emblazoned itself on her brain: the pelt of dark hair on his deep chest; his taut, corded belly; the elegant flow of muscle and bone from throat to shoulder. He said flatly, “You’re early.”
“I allowed too much time for the traffic.”
“You’d better come in—I just got out of the shower.”
His jeans were low-slung, his jaw shadowed with a day’s beard. He looked like a human being, Lauren thought, her mouth dry. He also looked extraordinarily and dangerously sexy. “Here,” he said, “let me take your suitcase.”
She surrendered it without a murmur, staring at the ripple of muscles above his navel as if she’d never seen a half-naked man before. As Reece turned his back to her, putting the case down, the long curve of his spine made her feel weak at the knees. Only because she was an artist, she thought frantically. Nothing to do with being a woman in the presence of an overpowering masculinity. Yet why hadn’t she realized in his office how beautifully he moved, with an utterly male economy and grace?
He said, “I might as well show you your room right away. What’s in the other bag?”
In her left hand Lauren was clutching a worn leather briefcase. “My tools…I never travel without them.”
“Here, give them to me.”
“I’ll carry them.” She managed a faint smile. “I’ve had some of them for years.”
“You don’t trust me, do you?” he rasped. “Not even with something as simple as a bag of tools.”
“Reece,” she said vigorously, “the agreement is to act like lovers in public. Not to fight cat-and-dog in private.”
He looked her up and down, from her ankle-height leather boots and dark brown tights to her matching ribbed turtleneck and faux fur jacket with its leopard pattern of big black spots. “You’re obviously the cat. So does that make me the dog?”
“You’re no poodle.”
“A basset hound?”
She chuckled, entering into the spirit of the game. “You have very nice ears and your legs are too long. Definitely not a basset.”
“Do you realize we’re actually agreeing about something?”
“And I’m scarcely in the door,” she said demurely, wondering with part of her brain how she could have said that about his ears.
“Let
