Beware of the Boss. Leah Ashton

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СКАЧАТЬ Fantastic. I need you to accompany me to a meeting in West Perth. And to sort out my flights for next week. And—’

      But Marilyn was shaking her head. ‘No need. Your new assistant should be here soon.’

      Oh. The agency must already be on to it. Even so...

      ‘I’d rather not have someone completely new to Manning with me today. This is a very important meeting. It’s essential that—’

      Marilyn’s look froze him mid-sentence, exactly as it had frozen him many times before—although the vast majority of such glares had been twenty-five years ago. A kid learnt quickly not to mess with Marilyn.

      ‘If you don’t want a new assistant, be nice to the assistant you have.’

      ‘I am nice.’

      Her eyebrows rose right up beneath her dead straight fringe.

      ‘Be nice to this one, Gray. Let’s try for three months, this time, hey?’

      * * *

      Almost an hour later, Caroline ushered Gray’s new assistant into his office.

      ‘Mr Manning?’

      He was just finishing an e-mail, so he barely glanced in the direction of the figure in his doorway and instead just waved an arm in the general vicinity of one of the soft leather chairs in front of his desk.

      Absently, he heard the door thud quietly shut, and then the click of heels on the marble floor—but all his attention was on the e-mail he was composing:

      I look forward to discussing the proposal further...

      No. He hit the delete key half a dozen times, maybe a little harder than was necessary. He didn’t want any discussion. He wanted a decision. The deal was already behind schedule. He needed a yes and he needed it last week.

      I trust you’ll agree...

      That was even worse. He held down the delete key again, thinking.

      But that was the problem. He was thinking too much. It was just an e-mail—an e-mail to an investment partner with whom he already had an excellent rapport. The proposal was little more than a formality.

      Or at least it should be. But their last meeting had been...off. It had been subtle—more questions than he’d normally expect, more careful perusal of the numbers Gray had shown him. All perfectly normal things for a wise investor to do. The thing was that this particular investor had so much confidence in Manning that he was usually rather relaxed about conducting his own due diligence.

      Quite simply—he’d trusted Manning.

      But now...

      Maybe it was a coincidence that this new-found caution coincided with Gray’s father’s retirement...

      Gray didn’t believe that for a second.

      And it was damned infuriating.

      Gray glanced up. His eyes landed on the woman’s hands—long, elegant fingers, unpainted, neat, short tips. She was sluggishly rubbing each hand down her thighs, the movement slow but clearly triggered by nerves.

      She wore trousers, not a skirt, he noticed.

      ‘How do I finish this e-mail?’ he asked. His tone was sharper than he’d intended, and Marilyn’s words echoed momentarily.

      His gaze shot to the woman’s face.

      As their eyes met her body gave a little jolt and she gasped—quite loudly.

      Immediately one of those long-fingered hands was slapped to her mouth.

      Her eyes widened as she looked at him.

      And they were very lovely eyes, he acknowledged. Big and brown, framed by dark lashes—even though he was almost certain she wore no make-up. They watched him with unexpected intensity and an expression that was impossible to read.

      He didn’t understand. Surely his request wasn’t so shocking? Abrupt, maybe, but hardly earth-shattering.

      When the silence continued he shrugged, his temporary interest in her reaction rapidly morphing into frustration.

      He didn’t have time for this. The agency would just have to send someone else.

      ‘I don’t think this is going to work out,’ he said, very evenly. ‘Thanks for your time.’

      He didn’t bother to wait for her to leave, just gritted his teeth and got back to his e-mail.

      Again he only half listened to the sound of her heels on the marble—although soon he realised she was coming closer, not going further away.

      ‘Regards,’ she said, from right behind his shoulder.

      ‘What?’

      He looked up at her. She was somehow bigger than he’d expected—taller, and wider through the shoulders. She leant forward slightly as she studied his computer, her long hair shining in the sunlight that flooded through the office’s floor-to-ceiling windows.

      ‘I’d delete all that stuff at the end, and just say Regards. Or Sincerely. Or however you normally sign off your e-mails.’ She met his eyes, and this time she didn’t look like a deer caught in the headlights. She watched him steadily, and there was a sharpness to her gaze that he appreciated.

      Her eyes were definitely hazel, he realised. Not brown.

      When he didn’t say anything, she explained further. ‘Judging by the e-mail trail beneath this one, you’ve been having this conversation for a while.’

      Gray nodded.

      ‘And you want a resolution? But you don’t want to be seen as pushy?’

      ‘Exactly,’ he said, surprised.

      ‘Well, then,’ she said, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. ‘Sometimes saying less is more.’

      She straightened up and took a step away from his chair.

      Silently, he deleted his half-written sentence, ended the e-mail as she’d suggested, then hit ‘Send.’

      Good. It was gone.

      He stood, and with this action, the woman took another rapid step away. Then she rolled her shoulders back, and thrust out her hand.

      ‘Elaine Smith,’ she said, very crisply. ‘Lanie.’

      Automatically he grasped her hand. It was cool and delicate. And she was tall. But even in heels she was an inch shorter than him.

      Her suit jacket was a dark grey and a little tight across the chest—and her soft pink shirt wasn’t sitting quite right, with one side of her collar higher than the other. Combined with her loose, wavy hair and lack of discernible make-up, no one would call her perfectly presented.

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