do anything with it until it’s too late.’
Unable to think of any suitable reply to that, she picked up the report and headed back to her office.
‘Then bring your book in,’ he added before she reached the door. ‘If I clear my in-tray tonight you can start working on it first thing in the morning. I’ll be out until midday—’
She stopped, turned to look at him, her heart in her boots. There was no point in putting it off any longer, she would have to tell him. ‘I’m sorry, but I doubt if I’ll be here in the morning, Mr Fleming.’
He glanced up from the pile of mail in front of him. ‘Not here? Of course you’ll be here. Didn’t Amanda tell you that I needed you for at least two weeks, possibly longer?’
‘Yes, she did. But you were right. My cousin is on holiday—she’s in Florida, so I’ve got nowhere to stay.’
‘But that’s no reason to go rushing back to…’ He paused, clearly trying to remember where it was she had said she came from.
‘North of Watford,’ she reminded him.
‘Somewhere no one has ever heard of,’ he retaliated. Then, ‘She won’t be away for ever.’
She might as well be. ‘Until the end of the month.’
‘Exactly. Two weeks. You can stay in a hotel until then.’
Just like that? ‘I’m sure you mean well, Mr Fleming—’
‘Max,’ he reminded her.
‘Max,’ she repeated awkwardly. She’d never called anyone she worked for by their first name before. ‘I’ve been temping since November and in case you hadn’t noticed we’ve just had Christmas. I had to pay for my train fare down here on my credit card—’
‘In other words, don’t be such an idiot?’
‘I didn’t say that—’
‘You were thinking it, and you were right. But you’re not going anywhere, Jilly Prescott. You’re the first girl I’ve had in this office in the last two weeks who even comes close to Laura…’ he saw her frown ‘…my secretary. She’s away looking after her mother.’
‘Yes, Ms Garland told me.’
He regarded her closely. ‘There must be somewhere you can stay?’
Must there? ‘Any number of park benches,’ she offered. ‘And there’s Waterloo Bridge if I provide my own cardboard box—’
‘Don’t be ridiculous!’ he said angrily. The very thought of her sleeping rough sent a shiver up his spine. But there had to be some solution. He’d call Amanda; having found the perfect secretary for him, she would surely do anything to help him to keep her, if only to keep him off her back. ‘Sit down.’
‘What about this report?’
He didn’t answer, simply fixed her with his eyes and waited for her to obey him. She returned to the chair in front of his desk and sat down without another word. Only then did he reach for the telephone. ‘Amanda? I need another favour.’
‘Please tell me that you haven’t given that poor girl such a hard time that she’s left already? I did warn you—’
‘That “poor girl” needs none of your sympathy. What she needs is a roof over her head for the next two weeks.’
‘So?’
‘Can you find her somewhere?’
‘I run an employment agency, darling, not an accommodation bureau.’ He waited. ‘I don’t understand why you need my help,’ she added unhelpfully.
‘Who else would I ask?’
‘Darling, look around you. You’ve got enough room in that barn of a house for twenty secretaries. Put her in one of them. She’ll be handy when you get some brilliant idea in the middle of night.’
‘I can’t do that—’
‘Why not? Really, Max, if you’re worried that she’ll think you’re lusting after her luscious young body tell her that you’re gay.’
‘Mandy!’
‘No? Macho pride couldn’t stand it? Well, in that case you’ll just have to convince her that Harriet will make a perfectly adequate chaperon, won’t you?’ And with that she hung up.
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