his birthday? I see. Oh, well, in that case…’
Alex’s PA turned out to be male, quite a young, attractive male, who wasn’t totally immune to her charms. She’d have liked to think it was her famous smile and winning manner that had allowed her to enter the inner sanctum which he so jealously guarded, but it was obvious she’d only got this far because Alex had given his permission.
Panic closed in as the door shut behind her. Pride made it imperative that she didn’t show her uncertainty.
She needn’t have worried; for all the interest Alex showed in her she might as well have been standing there stark naked. She couldn’t have felt more vulnerable if she had been!
He continued to peel off a set of navy overalls, underneath which he wore a pristine white shirt and silk tie. He lifted the dark grey jacket missing from his ensemble from the back of his chair and slipped it on. The shadow of body hair was visible through the thin fabric of his shirt, as was the suggestion of musculature. Hope’s throat grew painfully dry as she tried not to notice these facts.
‘You’ve got a hands-on management style, I see,’ she said, her eyes flicking to the discarded utilitarian overalls.
‘I’m a hands-on sort of guy.’
The innuendo made the colour flare in her cheeks. ‘I expect you know why I’m here.’
‘I’m not nearly so perceptive as you appear to think.’
‘The dinner party.’ She didn’t want to play games with him. She wasn’t capable of playing games with him. Just being in the same room as him was making her aware of how deeply he’d managed to unnerve her.
‘Ah, the dinner party.’ He lowered himself into the deeply padded leather swivel chair behind the massive desk which dominated the room. No, she mentally corrected herself, it was Alex who dominated the room—this room and any other room he was in.
‘Don’t go.’
‘Pardon? I’m forgetting my manners—won’t you have a seat?’
‘You can’t forget what you’ve never had,’ she snapped back. ‘And I’m not staying long enough to sit down. Don’t think I enjoy being in your company.’
‘If that is so, why are you here?’ he enquired imperturbably. He watched her with a narrow-eyed silver stare that made her shiver.
‘I just wanted to ask you to be reasonable. I’m sure you don’t want to spend an evening in my company any more than I want to spend an evening in yours.’
‘If you didn’t want to see me, why come here?’
‘I’ve already told you—’
‘Ever heard of the telephone?’ he interrupted cryptically.
Hope’s mouth opened and closed several times before her voice returned. ‘I didn’t think of that.’
‘Of course you didn’t…’ he drawled.
The hateful knowing look in his eyes made her want to scream. ‘If you think I used this as a pretext to see you,’ she returned scornfully, ‘you couldn’t be more wrong!’
‘Now there’s an interesting idea,’ he mused, resting his chin on his steepled fingers.
She couldn’t look at his hands without imagining… Hope took a deep, steadying breath. I will not lose my temper, she repeated slowly to herself. I won’t! ‘Are you going to come?’ She sounded calm and reasonable.
‘I could hardly refuse after they’ve asked me to be godfather to little Joe.’
‘They haven’t.’ She closed her eyes and pushed back the wing of hair that flopped in her eyes. ‘They’ve asked me to be his godmother.’
‘Isn’t that nice?’ His teeth were as white and even as your average wolf’s.
‘You’re enjoying this!’ she accused.
For the first time he looked less than indolent as his body stiffened in the chair. ‘Far from it,’ he snapped. ‘But I’m not going to offend friends just because they have the misfortune to be related to a shallow little trollop like you! Sorry,’ he corrected, looking her up and down slowly, ‘cancel the “little”…’
‘I’m wasting my time here.’ She turned on her heel and strode from the office. ‘How do I get out of here?’ she asked the surprised-looking PA.
‘First left and take the lift. If you’re in a hurry…?’
‘I am.’
‘You could go through the factory floor, turn right and down the stairs.’
Hope was blind to the eyes that followed her across the factory floor. Matheson cars were strictly low-tech, at least as far as their construction went, so there was no robot technology—just a dedicated, highly trained workforce. She didn’t even register the warning cry as the ground disappeared beneath her.
At moments like this a girl with any sense would faint, she thought. Hope waited for the blackness to enfold her and block out the excruciating pain, but it didn’t. Someone flicked a switch and the inspection pit was illuminated by brilliant light. Hope showed extreme restraint and moaned softly in reply to several anxious enquiries.
‘Get the boss.’
Get an ambulance, she wanted to scream. Instead she fainted, for the first time in her life.
CHAPTER THREE
‘DON’T touch her,’ She heard an authoritative voice grate.
To Hope, this sounded like excellent advice. The pain seemed to be everywhere, but the moment she tried to move it had been obvious the worst damage had been done to her left leg.
‘We thought we ought to give her the kiss of life.’
‘Or put her in the recovery position,’ another voice added.
‘For God’s sake, man, she’s breathing. She’s just fainted, and from the angle of that leg it’s just as well.’ The brusque reply was much closer this time. ‘Where’s that ambulance?’
‘I don’t faint.’ She felt impelled to protest this point.
‘She’s awake; she said something.’
‘What is it, Hope?’ The touch on her forehead was firm but gentle, and she could smell Alex’s distinctive cologne mingled with the warm, musky scent of his body.
‘I didn’t faint.’ She forced her eyes open and found his face very close.
‘That’s too bad. I expect it’s hurting like hell.’
‘My leg?’
‘It looks broken,’ he told her matter-of-factly. ‘Where else does it hurt?’
‘Everywhere.’
