named a hotel five miles away, on the coast, the poshest one in the area; its restaurant had two Michelin stars. And it wasn’t really within cycling distance—not with a skirt on, anyway—so she’d better organise a taxi. ‘That’s fine,’ she said coolly. ‘I’ll see you at seven.’
His smile did weird things to her stomach. Oh, this was bad. She had to ignore the surge of attraction. Even if there hadn’t been a business deal in the way, they were too different for it to work, because she wasn’t suitable girlfriend-material.
‘I’ll look forward to it, Boots.’ He sketched a salute, following up with another of those devastating smiles. She’d bet he knew the effect it had on women. ‘I’ll find my own way over to Bill.’
‘I’ll take you.’
‘You’re busy. I wouldn’t want to disturb you.’
Too late. He already had disturbed her.
‘À bientôt,’ he said softly. ‘Seven o’clock. Don’t be late.’
Like she had been for their meeting this morning? That had been an aberration, she thought. As Felix Gisbourne was about to find out.
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