Playboy Boss, Pregnancy of Passion. Kate Hardy

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СКАЧАТЬ you shouldn’t take a job as a PA.’ He raked a hand through his hair. ‘Actually, one of the temps was excellent, but when I asked if I could have her back for a long-term assignment, the agency said she’d already been given a placing somewhere else and wasn’t available.’ He propped his elbows on the desk and rested his chin on his hands. ‘Which leaves me in a mess. I need someone to go through all the filing and put my office back into the order I’m used to, and to keep this office ticking over until Di decides whether she wants to come back after she’s had the baby.’

      ‘I can do the first bit,’ Sara said, ‘but I do short-term assignments only. Maternity cover—that’s way too long a time for me.’

      ‘Understood.’

      ‘So how much filing are we talking about? Because, unless I’m going mad, I can’t see any filing at all.’

      Luke walked over to the other desk and removed a large cardboard box from underneath it. It was full of papers, stuffed in haphazardly. ‘This,’ he said. ‘I know, I know. Do the filing daily and it’s a small job. Leave it, and the next thing you know it’s overwhelming. But Di felt too rough to do it. She knows I hate clutter, so she put it all into this box out of the way, meaning to do it later.’

      ‘Except now she’s not here, and your temps have consistently ignored it.’

      ‘Exactly. And Di usually weeds the files. My guess is she hasn’t done that for a while, either.’

      ‘So would I get carte blanche to reorganise your filing system?’

      ‘If it’s a genuine time-saver, yes; if you’re trying to justify your bill, no.’

      She liked the fact that Luke Holloway was this blunt. It meant she’d know exactly where she stood with him. No pussyfooting around, no hiding behind a façade of being a polite, bumbling upper-class Englishman, the way that Hugh had.

      Not that Luke could pretend to be upper-class. Not with that accent.

      ‘So what exactly is it you do?’ she asked.

      ‘Are you telling me you didn’t look me up on the Internet?’

      She flushed. Of course she had. ‘It didn’t tell me very much. You’re twenty-eight and a self-made millionaire.’ And his girlfriends were all the model type—tall, long legs, exotic looks and impossibly shiny dark hair. He dated a lot, was on the guest list at the best parties and changed his girlfriend frequently. Extremely frequently. ‘But newspaper stories and online gossip columns aren’t always accurate.’

      ‘It didn’t tell me much about you, either. Apart from the fact that you don’t have your own website.’

      So he’d looked her up, too?

      Well, of course he had. Even if she’d come recommended. Luke was the kind of man who’d pay attention to detail. ‘I don’t need a website. My clients come from word of mouth.’

      ‘Which is the best form of advertising. It’s accurate and it can’t be bought.’

      How come they were discussing her business? She was meant to be finding out about his. ‘You still haven’t answered my question,’ she pointed out.

      ‘I buy and sell businesses.’

      She blinked. ‘You’re an asset stripper?’ No way was she going to work for someone like that. Even if he did come highly recommended, and had the sexiest mouth she’d ever seen. She had standards. Standards that, post-Hugh, she wasn’t going to compromise.

      ‘No. I get bored easily and I like a challenge.’ He shrugged. ‘So I buy failing businesses and turn them into going concerns. And, once they’re back on their feet, I normally manage to arrange a management buyout.’

      So the people who put the work in with him to sort out the company reaped the rewards. A man with a conscience, then.

      The complete opposite of Hugh.

      Not that she was going to think about Hugh the Betrayer.

      ‘I’m good at solving problems.’ He rolled his eyes. ‘Usually. This is the exception that proves the rule.’

      ‘What sort of businesses?’

      ‘Sport and leisure. Gyms, health clubs, spas…and I’m thinking about expanding a bit.’

      ‘And you do all this on your own?’

      ‘With a good PA. And decent managers in each business who are savvy enough to talk to me well before something becomes a major problem—and who come to me with solutions rather than expecting me to sort it all out.’

      Luke liked the way Sara Fleet questioned him. The way she cut right to the nub of the problem. He could work with her.

      ‘So why are you freelance?’ he asked.

      ‘I guess it’s the same thing as you—I’m good at solving problems and I get bored easily.’

      Better and better. He could definitely work with her.

      ‘And I like decluttering and sorting out mess.’

      ‘Are you mad?’ He slapped a hand against his head. ‘Sorry. That wasn’t meant to be an insult. I loathe filing, so I’m grateful to find someone who actually likes it. I don’t understand you at all but, believe me, I’m grateful.’

      ‘I like putting things into order. I suppose I’m a bit of a neat freak.’ She glanced round his minimalist office. ‘Looks as if you are, too.’

      ‘Look, I’m being rude here, but your sister tells me you had a first-class degree. How come you’re working as an office troubleshooter?’

      ‘A glorified filing clerk, you mean?’

      He blinked. Had he been that obvious, or had she just heard the question too many times? ‘I wasn’t going to be quite that blunt, but yes.’

      ‘It’s information retrieval. I suppose I could’ve been a librarian or archivist,’ she mused, ‘but I like the challenge of sorting out new places. My family nag me about my degree, but frankly I’d had enough of academia and all the backbiting and I couldn’t face staying on to do my doctorate. So I temped for a bit, while I decided what I really wanted to do with my life.’ She shrugged. ‘Then Lou worked out that what I love doing most is a business asset, and I’d be better off working for myself than working for an agency.’

      He ignored the mention of her family. It was irrelevant to his business. He didn’t care if she could trace her family back ten generations and was best friends with all her fourth cousins three times removed. If she could do the job, that was all that mattered. And so far she seemed pretty clued-up. ‘It sounds sensible to me.’ He paused. ‘So do you do other things, besides decluttering?’

      ‘Such as?’

      The first thing that came into Luke’s head shocked him. He’d only just met the girl, for pity’s sake. Sara was the complete opposite of his normal type—well, apart from the fact that she had long legs. Her straight blonde hair was pinned into a neat chignon, whereas his girlfriends always СКАЧАТЬ