Highly Unsuitable: Mr and Mischief / The Darkest of Secrets / The Undoing of de Luca. Kate Hewitt

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      ‘I never realised you thought me so stodgy,’ he replied as he poured her another glass of wine.

      ‘I shouldn’t drink that,’ she protested. ‘I’m already feeling a bit tipsy.’ Tipsy enough to have admitted it, as well.

      Jason’s lips curved in a knowing smile. ‘And I recall that you say some quite interesting things when you’ve had a glass or two too many.’

      Emily felt herself flush, for she knew just what Jason was referring to. You’re quite handsome, you know. Perhaps you’d like to kiss me. Yet again he’d referenced that evening, that single dance when, buoyed by champagne and her own youthful naivety, she’d offered herself to him. Why did he keep mentioning it? Did he think it some great joke?

      ‘Don’t,’ she said, trying to still sound light and teasing, and yet not quite pulling it off. She found she couldn’t pretend it was all a joke, as she had the other day. Somehow, in the quiet candlelight, with Jason holding her gaze over the table, she couldn’t summon that light, airy insouciance that she always covered herself with, almost like armour. ‘I’m a bit sensitive about that,’ she managed lightly and Jason sat back, his expression turning speculative.

      ‘Why?’

      Emily choked back a startled laugh. ‘Because you humiliated me, that’s why!’

      Jason stared at her, his expression so utterly nonplussed that once again Emily was torn between laughter and a strange sense of hurt. ‘I humiliated you?’ he repeated, his tone quietly incredulous. ‘Sorry, Em, but I don’t quite see how that happened.’

      She shook her head, refusing to discuss it. They’d gone over it once already, and it really was time to relegate that episode to the dim and dusty past. ‘Never mind. It hardly matters, Jason. It was seven years ago. I was practically a child.’

      ‘I know,’ he said, so softly Emily almost didn’t hear him. ‘I was quite aware of that at the time.’

      Discomfited again, Emily said, ‘In any case, we were talking about Helen and Richard.’

      ‘Is there more to say on that subject?’

      ‘You might not think so, but as someone newly arrived to London, Helen surely would like to experience all it has to offer and meet a few—’

      ‘Oh, no, you don’t, Emily.’ Jason put his glass down and looked at her with a certain knowing sharpness that Emily didn’t really like, but at least she recognised it. This was how Jason had always looked at her, how he was, and it almost relieved her to have him treating her the same as he always did. Then she could treat him as she always did, and she’d stop feeling so unsettled, so … restless. ‘You aren’t planning to organise Helen, are you?’

      ‘Organise?’ Emily repeated, widening her eyes.

      ‘Yes, just as you did with Stephanie. She might have been your work superior and several years older than you, but you had her well in hand within months.’

      Emily stared at him in surprise and with a little bit of affront. He made her sound like a bossy know-it-all when she was just outgoing. Unlike some people. ‘How would you know?’ she demanded. ‘If I remember correctly, you’d swanned off to Asia at the time.’

      ‘Swanned off?’ Jason repeated in wry disbelief. ‘I don’t think working twelve hours a day on a flood retention basin in Burma involved any swanning.’

      ‘How would you know what I was up to?’

      Jason shrugged, his face impassive. ‘I have my sources. I know you organised her on a round of dinner parties and drinks outings, and Tim wasn’t your first attempt at a blind date—’

      Emily’s mouth dropped open most inelegantly. ‘You’ve been spying on me—’

      ‘Keeping tabs,’ Jason cut across her. ‘I hired you when you came to London, and of course I had a vested interest in making sure you were keeping safe. Especially considering your father, Isobel and Jack would all have my head if anything happened to you.’

      ‘Nothing did,’ Emily said a bit sulkily. She didn’t like the thought of Jason knowing what she was up to. Here she’d been thinking to show him how sophisticated and poised she’d become in the last few years, only to discover he’d been keeping an eye on her all along, as if she were some recalcitrant child.

      ‘In any case,’ Jason continued, ‘my point is that while I’m perfectly happy for you to welcome Helen into the company and even show her around a bit, I draw the line at having her meet people or, God help us, involving yourself in any more matchmaking.’

      ‘So you do admit I had something to do with Steph and Tim!’ Emily said in triumph, and Jason reached for his wine.

      ‘Undoubtedly, but I’d like you to leave Helen and Richard alone so they can make a go of it, if they so choose.’

      Emily sighed, rolling her eyes for dramatic effect. ‘Very well. It is quite clear to me that you do not have a romantic bone in your body.’

      ‘On the contrary,’ Jason replied equably, ‘I think it shows a remarkable sensitivity on my part, that I concern myself with them at all.’ He smiled blandly. ‘You, however, need not concern yourself.’

      ‘As Head of Human Resources, it’s my responsibility to make sure Helen settles in—’

      ‘I’m sure Richard has that well in hand.’

      ‘Ha!’ Emily shook her head. ‘He probably thinks inviting Helen over for some television and takeaway is enough.’

      Jason narrowed his eyes. ‘You really do have something against him, don’t you?’

      ‘No—’ Emily protested, but Jason cut across her.

      ‘Or is it just more amusing—and easier—to involve yourself in other people’s lives rather than consider your own?’

      Emily blinked; the banter had suddenly turned a bit too personal. His accusation hurt. ‘Are you saying I’m a busybody?’

      ‘I’m giving it to you straight,’ Jason corrected, a small smile barely softening his words. ‘Don’t meddle.’ He signalled for the waiter. ‘And now I think I should take you home.’

      Emily was irritatingly aware that Jason had just ended their conversation whether she had something more to say or not. So typical of him, and even though she’d fully intended to show him just how sophisticated and poised she’d become, she still felt like a scolded child in his presence, complete with braces and plaits. She rose from the table as gracefully as she could, well aware that although she wasn’t drunk, she was definitely operating with a little buzz.

      ‘Thank you for dinner.’

      ‘The pleasure was all mine.’ Jason’s lips twitched as he gazed at her; Emily knew she probably looked a little sulky. ‘Literally,’ he added.

      She felt compelled to say, ‘I don’t meddle.’

      ‘And I’m not boring,’ Jason whispered, his breath fanning her ear, his hand on the СКАЧАТЬ