The Party Starts at Midnight. Lucy King

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СКАЧАТЬ a grimace and flexed her toes. God, that felt good. Her shoes were about as comfortable as shoes could get, but after six hours on her feet and then a quarter of an hour on that dance floor she could quite happily do with never setting eyes on the damn things ever again.

      Crossing one leg over the other and massaging one of her soles, she glanced round the dimly lit room, now cleared of the festive decorations that had festooned the place, the crockery, the cutlery, the glassware and the tablecloths, and, in contrast to the noisy buzz of earlier, eerily silent.

      Tomorrow the tables would go, the dance floor would be dismantled and the room once again divided into three, but just for five minutes, before she turned off the one remaining light and left, she could reminisce and indulge in the satisfaction of a job well done.

      All in all, tonight had been quite a night, she thought with a smile as her mind drifted over the events of the evening. The food, the drink and the entertainment had all gone off with the minimum of hitches, the guests had had a great time and Jake had been pleased. As far as she knew no one had photocopied their bottom and the stationery cupboard hadn’t been commandeered for inappropriate usage.

      Of course, with the attention to detail and the meticulous planning she always lavished on every event she organised, she’d have expected nothing less than perfection, and the subcontractors she worked with, most of whom she’d known for years and were the best, knew that. But still. Tonight had been good.

      Which was particularly pleasing because this was the first event she’d organised for the Cartwright brothers and she was hoping it wouldn’t be the last. Clients like these—who were big, influential, and willing to give her the perfect combination of a generous budget, few requirements and total control—weren’t all that common and she wouldn’t mind hanging onto them.

      She certainly hadn’t minded hanging onto Jake when she’d locked gazes with Leo back there on the dance floor and her knees had practically given way, she thought as the giant glitter ball moved a fraction, caught the light and took her back to the moment in question.

      It hadn’t been so much the look on his face that had rocked her, because that had been as neutral as ever, but it was the sensation that he’d been watching her. Intently. And for a while. That had made her feel all weirdly flustered inside and if Jake hadn’t been there to catch her when she stumbled she’d have ignominiously hit the deck.

      Leo had disappeared by the time they’d come off the dance floor, thank goodness. So had the brunette, although she didn’t want to think about that particular coincidence. Switching into work mode a lot later than she should have done, Abby had legged it to the kitchens and from then on had focused on what she was there to do.

      She hadn’t seen Leo again, and it occurred to her now that the prospect of doing so in the future was highly unlikely. The night was over and even if she did get more work here she’d likely liaise with the relevant department. The only reason she’d had direct contact with Jake about this evening was because he held the admirable and rare view that if he handled things—even if it simply meant hiring her—then it was a party for everyone, not everyone bar the person who had to organise it.

      And it was totally fine. Better that way, actually, because Leo Cartwright, whether in her league or out of it, had made her feel all kinds of things she’d really rather not, none of them remotely professional. Plus, he made her think with her body instead of her head, and that was unusual enough to be deeply unsettling, so all in all if she never saw him again, it would be for the best. In fact—

      ‘Here you are.’

      At the sound of the deep voice behind her Abby gasped and jumped, and swivelled round to find the man himself standing in the doorway, leaning one shoulder against the frame, his hands in his pockets, his eyes dark and his expression inscrutable as he looked down at her.

      She blinked, just in case tiredness had caught up with her and she’d started hallucinating, but no. He was still there. Looking tired and dishevelled with his bow tie hanging untied around his neck and the top couple of buttons of his shirt undone, but nevertheless so devastatingly handsome that she went all hot and tingly while her stomach did a weird kind of swoop.

      ‘Goodness, you gave me a fright,’ she said, clapping a hand to her chest as if that might sort out her suddenly erratic breathing.

      ‘Sorry,’ he said with the hint of a smile that sent her stomach into free fall all over again, her head into a spin and made her wonder dizzily what it was about him in particular that had her responding so viscerally. ‘Although fair’s fair, don’t you think?’

      ‘Is it?’ she said, for a moment not having a clue what he was referring to because all she could think of was how there wasn’t anything fair about him at all. Everything was dark. Smoulderingly, broodingly and sizzlingly attractively dark.

      ‘I think so.’ A pause. ‘Although, strictly speaking, you’d have to be the one who was naked.’

      Abby snapped her gaze back to his, to find him watching her with a look of cool amusement on his face. Naked? What on earth was he talking about? Did he want her naked? For a moment yet more heat rushed through her and her heart galloped and she seriously considered leaping off the chair and throwing herself at him.

      But then—thank heavens—sanity struck and it suddenly hit her. The penthouse. His state of undress. The misunderstanding. The half an hour she’d been so badly trying to forget.

      Really not wanting to go there, Abby hmmed while her heart rate slowed and her body temperature cooled, and decided it might be safer for her poor overworked organs if she changed the subject.

      ‘So what can I do for you?’ she asked, trying not to worry because the party had ended an hour ago and why he’d be roaming the ground floor of the hotel at nearly one in the morning she couldn’t imagine. ‘Is there a problem?’

      He shook his head. ‘No problem.’

      ‘Then what is it?’

      ‘I wanted to thank you for everything you did this evening.’

      A warm glow of professional satisfaction spread through her, momentarily dampening the desire. ‘You’re welcome.’

      ‘It was a great party.’

      ‘It had good hosts.’ She shot him a quick smile. ‘Not to mention an excellent planner.’

      ‘The latter is certainly true.’

      ‘Thank you.’

      And then that seemed to be that for conversation because Leo didn’t say anything else, just carried on looking at her, and quite suddenly Abby found that she couldn’t have said anything even if she’d wanted to because their gazes had locked and all she could concentrate on were his eyes. His mesmerising, thought-destroying, soul-shattering eyes …

      Dark and bottomless, they were the kind of eyes a girl could lose herself in, she thought dizzily. Totally lose herself in, forgetting everything while clinging to those shoulders and wrapping her legs around his waist and crying out as he smoothly slid inside her, moving slowly at first, then faster and harder, until there were no words, no thoughts, nothing but spiralling tension and breathy moans and then lovely, lovely release.

      ‘Thanking you wasn’t the only reason I came to find you,’ he said, his words—oddly loud and hoarse in the heavy, thick silence—cutting through her thoughts and making her land back on Earth with СКАЧАТЬ