Bought: Damsel in Distress. Lucy King

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СКАЧАТЬ find a proper job. Whereas she’d made a deliberate decision to make it a career. ‘I like the flexibility. Days off when I want. It’s perfect. It gives me time to do the things I love doing.’

      He was looking at her as though she was speaking in a foreign language. ‘Such as?’

      ‘Spending time with my sister and her twins. Seeing friends, potting, that kind of thing.’

      ‘Potting?’

      ‘Potting. Making pots.’

      ‘Are you any good?’

      ‘No idea. But I don’t have to be. It’s a hobby. I do it for fun.’ That wasn’t strictly true. She’d love to make a living out of it, but she suspected she wasn’t much good. ‘Temping is really just a way of paying the bills. Funnily enough, I once worked at a fund manager’s.’

      ‘Oh? Which one?’

      ‘JT Investments. Do you know it?’

      Luke nodded. ‘I know the CEO.’

      ‘Jack Taylor? I never met him, but the work was interesting. Challenging.’ She shrugged. ‘That’s what I mean. I like the variety of the work. Meeting new people, discovering new gossip without any need to get involved in office politics. And then, just when you start thinking it’s getting a tad monotonous—which, let’s face it, most jobs are—you get to leave and try something else. It’s great.’ She grinned at him. He still wasn’t getting it, but that was all right, most people didn’t. She leaned forward. ‘Are you sure you don’t want to give me a lecture on the folly of my decision? About how unstable temping is, and how my brain must be atrophying, and that at my age I really should be sprinting up a career ladder?’

      ‘Why would I do that? You clearly enjoy what you do.’ He frowned slightly at this, as if it was an unfamiliar concept to him. ‘And it’s none of my business.’

      Emily sniffed. ‘That doesn’t stop most people.’

      He looked at her thoughtfully. ‘I know...I’ve been on the receiving end of something similar.’

      ‘Really?’

      Something in his voice—bitterness, weariness, maybe—had her senses leaping to attention. ‘What would people lecture you about, I wonder?’ she said.

      In the long silent seconds while he regarded her, Emily’s heart began to beat faster.

      ‘Apparently I need more fun in my life,’ he said eventually, his tone leaving her in no doubt about what he thought of that piece of advice. ‘Apparently I work too hard.’

      ‘Do you?’

      ‘Perhaps.’

      ‘Why?’ she asked, suddenly feeling that she was entering into choppy water.

      ‘Habit,’ he said flatly.

      ‘What do you do to relax?’

      ‘Relax?’ His brows snapped together.

      ‘Yes, you know. Relax. Chill out, unwind.’

      ‘I don’t have time to relax.’

      Okaaayyy. ‘What about the fun part?’

      His eyes glittered. ‘If I needed fun in my life,’ he said, his voice rumbling over her, ‘I’d be perfectly capable of finding it.’

      The way he was looking at her, his gaze scorching over her face before resting on her mouth, set her blood to boiling. His eyes had turned the colour of the sky at midnight and his expression shifted, darkened, intensified—as if there was only one thing on his mind. Then it vanished and his face was impassive once again.

      But Emily had caught it. She hadn’t been mistaken about what exactly it was that had been disturbing him earlier.

      For that brief moment Luke had considered finding fun with her.

      Her heart pounded and her ears popped. The problem was, she mused, as the pilot’s voice advised them they were starting their descent, that once they’d landed and gone their separate ways there wasn’t anything that could be done about it.

      He should have left her at the bloody airport, thought Luke grimly, handing the porter a crisp note and watching him disappear with Emily’s suitcase.

      That would have been the sensible, logical, rational thing to do. It was a shame, then, that sense, logic and reason had taken a hike hours ago.

      ‘Are you sure this is the right place?’ Emily was squinting up at the hotel and rocking on her heels.

      ‘Yes,’ he said curtly. Her sister had booked her into the one of the oldest, most exclusive hotels on the coast.

      ‘But look at the place,’ she wailed. ‘And look at me.’

      Against his better judgement, he did as she suggested. He ran his gaze over her profile. Wavy fair hair was held back in a wide scarf, the ends of which dangled down her back. She was wearing a close fitting pink T-shirt and well-worn jeans that hugged the curve of her bottom. He felt a savage kick of desire in the pit of his stomach as he followed the long line of her legs to where fuchsia-painted toenails were peeping out of some sort of high-heeled shoe.

      ‘They’ll never let me in in jeans—and non-designer ones at that.’

      ‘You have a room booked for two nights at five hundred euros a night,’ Luke said tersely. ‘They’re not going to question what you’re wearing.’

      Emily swivelled to face him, her jaw dropping. ‘Five hundred euros? A night?’

      ‘A night,’ he confirmed, grabbing her elbow and leading her into the lobby. ‘You’d better make the most of it.’

      ‘I shall,’ she said, flashing him a wicked smile. The sooner he got out of here the better. ‘I’ll raid the mini bar and download dozens of saucy films, and then Anna will rue the day she decided to auction me off to the highest bidder.’

      Saucy films? Luke’s jaw clenched. His fingers tightened and he quickened his pace. He needed to leave. Now. Before he succumbed to the demands his body had been making since the moment he’d laid eyes on her.

      He propelled her across the lobby, deposited her at the reception desk, and took a step back. For a second he just stared at her, his mind suddenly blank. Then he noticed that her mouth, that highly distracting mouth, was moving. He forced his attention to what she was saying.

      ‘Thank you for the lift,’ she said, smiling faintly.

      ‘You’re welcome. It was on my way anyway. Have a good weekend.’

      A shadow flickered across her face, clouding her eyes. ‘I’ll try. You too.’

      Luke gave her a brief nod, turned on his heel and strode towards the door. With every step he felt the return of his focus. Hell, not just his focus. His sanity. Ever since he’d clicked on that damn link that Jack had sent him and seen her photo he’d been steadily losing it. Lusting СКАЧАТЬ