advantage, he reflected wryly as she unfurled her tiny hand to show him the coins she had left.
‘And I’ve still got change,’ she told him triumphantly.
‘You’ve done well,’ he admitted, ‘but you should have let me pay.’
‘Why?’ Her blue eyes levelled on his.
‘Non-taxable expenses?’ he teased her, deadpan.
‘You draw expenses?’ she challenged him. No soon had she spoken than she slapped a hand over her mouth, exclaiming how sorry she was, and that it was no business of hers whether or not he paid tax to himself.
‘What am I going to do with you?’ He really meant it. But, concluding tiredness had finally caught up with her, and that she was probably dehydrated too, he decided on a change of plan.
‘Juice?’ Her voice was trembling. ‘Oh, yes, please—I’m just dying for a drink.’
‘Save that sentiment for the desert.’
She was instantly alert, clearly not so tired as he had thought her. They both knew the promise of a visit to the desert meant she was still in the game. How could she not be? he thought, when he saw her eyes darken.
She shouldn’t undercut him when he spoke. She mustn’t walk too close to him, either. Or assume anything, Casey reprimanded herself as Raffa led the way towards a chi-chi café in the basement of the mall. An opportunity to visit the desert and keep in the running for this job hung by a thread, and so it was more important than ever to show the best of her professional self. She must be all about business from this moment on.
But how easy was that when nothing compared to wanting Raffa in all the wrong ways … ways that had nothing to do with business at all?
* * *
The combination of apple, mint and celery in the smoothie was delicious, and so was the sight of Casey’s full red lips pursing around the straw.
‘Some time during my stay,’ she said, biting her lip as she thought out loud, ‘I’d like to come back to this mall.’
‘To do what?’ he said suspiciously.
‘To conduct a proper survey.’
‘Go on,’ he pressed.
‘Well, it seems to me that some of these stores are hardly welcoming …’
Understatement, he reflected.
‘And if you’re serious about increasing footfall significantly as the tourist industry grows, I think your staff would benefit from more training. It would both incentivise them and increase your profits substantially.’
He was leaning forward, staring into her eyes, finding it harder and harder to remember why it was so important to keep this on a professional footing. ‘You don’t say?’ he mocked gently.
‘But I do say,’ she assured him, all confidence and reason in her role of marketing executive. ‘Some of us might not be as rich as others, but our money is just as good. And if lots of us little people spend—’
‘Little people?’ In spite of his best efforts, his lips curved. Nothing on earth would convince him to think of Casey as little or insignificant in any way—or, indeed, others like her. Since when had wealth become a measure of the man? ‘It has never been my intention to build an exclusive enclave in A’Qaban, solely for the rich to enjoy.’
‘Then why don’t you make use of my expertise in not having lots of money while you can?’ she suggested playfully.
‘I might just do that.’
Her eyes flashed, and then she remembered who he was and looked down. He liked the way she grew in confidence whenever business was under discussion, but would she ever achieve that same degree of poise in her personal life? He hoped so—though perhaps not while she was here in A’Qaban. He could do many things, but he hadn’t yet learned how to rein in his libido, and she could feel it however hard he tried to curb his interest.
She drained her drink and, with all talk of business over between them, she seemed at a loss again. She flicked him a glance and looked away. As one blush started bleeding into another he felt he must reassure her.
‘You’re doing okay.’ Reaching out, he briefly covered her hand with his.
‘I’m fine,’ she assured him, flinching back. And then, gaining in confidence, she added, ‘I’m not relying on instinct. I have a degree in—’
‘Shopping?’ he suggested dryly.
‘In retail marketing,’ she corrected him solemnly.
He liked that. No one pulled him up—ever. He liked it almost more than when she blushed and looked away. He liked it too much, he decided, standing up.
‘Shall we go?’ He held her chair for her, discreetly waving away the bodyguards who would have done that for him. ‘And now I’m taking you straight back to the hotel,’ he insisted, his gaze drawn to the dark circles beneath her eyes. ‘You look tired.’
‘It’s only temporary. I’ll be up bright and early in the morning,’ she assured him.
She’d sleep comfortably through to noon, he guessed as their gazes briefly met and held. He wanted to give her the morning off, but how would that be fair to the other candidates? And now, before the image of Casey curled up and warm in bed could take hold of him, he made a move. ‘Come on, let’s go,’ he insisted, eager to break the spell she had woven.
‘Thank you for the smoothie,’ she said, shifting awkwardly in front of him. ‘And for …’
‘For what?’ he prompted when she hesitated.
‘For giving me this chance.’
‘You earned this chance,’ he told her steadily.
‘I know you have some weeding out to do—’
‘Stop fishing,’ he warned. ‘You’ll get my verdict like everyone else—before you leave.’
Distress flared in her eyes and was just as quickly gone. He’d make no allowances for Casey forming some emotional attachment to A’Qaban. What he’d told her was how it had to be. He wanted the best candidate for the job, and she’d be treated exactly the same as all the other candidates.
‘Is a suit all right for tomorrow morning?’ she asked in a much more businesslike fashion when he dropped her at the hotel.
Nude would have been his choice, if the circumstances had been different. ‘A suit is good,’ he agreed, passing her bags to the doorman. ‘Or smart casual would be fine too.’
They shook hands formally. He resisted the temptation to convey anything at all in his eyes, but when he stared back at her through the rearview mirror of the Lamborghini his foot stamped down on the throttle as if he couldn’t quite believe the effect she’d had on him.
CHAPTER FIVE
CASEY
