Summer Surrender. Sarah Morgan

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      Ignoring his comment, she wrote the date neatly and carefully at the top of the pad. ‘I thought it would be sensible to take some notes on what you want me to do.’

      She just blocked it out, he mused silently. This sizzling chemistry between them was something that she just tried to ignore.

      ‘Efficient, Lindsay. Always in control. Tell me something—’ fascinated by the tiny pulse in her slender neck, he studied her for a long moment ‘—do you ever do anything on impulse?’

      ‘Coming here was an impulsive action,’ she responded instantly.

      ‘I hadn’t planned to spend the next week on a Caribbean island with a—’ She broke off and he raised an eyebrow.

      ‘You were saying? With a—?’

      ‘I’m here in place of my sister, so that you don’t have reason to fire her. Talking of which, have you managed to contact your brother?’

      ‘I haven’t tried.’ Alessio swivelled his gaze to one of the bar staff, who immediately produced two refreshing cocktails filled with crushed ice and topped with exotic fruit. ‘Have a drink. You need to relax.’

      She ignored the drink. ‘Why?’

      ‘Because too much tension is bad for your health.’

      She frowned impatiently. ‘I mean, why haven’t you tried to contact your brother? You promised that you would.’

      ‘I’ve already left one message.’

      ‘Then leave another. Keep ringing until he answers!’

      ‘What would be the point of that? He’ll respond when he’s ready.’ Watching her body language, Alessio reached for his drink. ‘Are you always this wound up? Your blood pressure must be sky-high.’

      ‘I’m not wound up.’ But even the way she was sitting shrieked of tension. She perched on the edge of her chair, her back straight and her hands on the pad in front of her, ready to take notes.

      ‘Do you even know how to relax? Or is it just that you’re afraid to relax with me?’ It was as if she was watching herself all the time, using iron willpower to make sure that she didn’t slip up.

      ‘I relax when the time is appropriate. This isn’t that time. So what’s happening with your client?’ She was brisk and businesslike, her blonde hair drawn back from her face, her shirt buttoned almost to the throat. ‘What time are we meeting him?’

      ‘I have no idea. He hasn’t arrived.’

      Exasperation shone in her eyes. ‘So, when is he coming?’

      ‘When it suits him.’

      ‘You haven’t asked?’

      Alessio smiled. ‘I’m sure he’ll arrive when he’s ready.’

      ‘But you’ve adjusted your working schedule to accommodate him—’

      ‘And he’s paying me for the privilege,’ Alessio drawled softly. ‘How he chooses to use my time is entirely up to him. In the meantime we’re free to—relax and get to know each other better.’ He saw the movement in her throat as she swallowed.

      ‘I don’t want to get to know you better. I already know you well enough.’

      ‘But didn’t you say that it was important to delve deeper?’

      ‘You’re twisting my words.’

      ‘I’m merely playing your own words back to you.’

      She turned her head and looked at the ocean, but he could see the desperation in her eyes and she took several small breaths before turning back to him. ‘If you don’t need me to work immediately then perhaps you could lend me the file and I’ll go back to the villa and make some notes. At least then I’ll be prepared when he finally turns up. I can sign a confidentiality agreement if you think it’s necessary.’

      He wondered what it would take to get her out of that navy skirt and away from her legal pad. ‘Do you sail?’

      ‘Sorry?’ She looked startled. ‘Why are you asking that?’

      ‘Because we need to find a way of passing the time until my client arrives. I have other suggestions, of course …’ Alessio allowed his sentence to remain unfinished, enjoying the confusion in her eyes.

      ‘I don’t need you to entertain me.’ Apparently that last remark was sufficient to make her reach for her drink. Lifting it to her lips, she took a large sip and then put the glass carefully back down on the table. ‘If you have no immediate need for me, I’ll just stay in my villa and take the odd swim. You carry on and do whatever it is you usually do when you’re here.’ Her tight voice suggested that she knew exactly what his usual form of entertainment was, and Alessio laughed.

      ‘You’re going to swim?’

      ‘Why is that funny?’

      ‘Because I’ve never seen anyone swimming in a navy skirt before. And you seem determined not to be parted from yours.’

      ‘Don’t be ridiculous.’

      ‘I just can’t imagine you relaxing enough to strip off.’

      ‘I’ve already told you—I’m perfectly capable of relaxing, Alessio.’

      He studied her for a moment wondering what it was about her that was holding his attention. ‘In that case go and change out of those warm winter clothes and have a dip in the sea. I’ll pick you up at eight o’clock for dinner.’

      ‘I don’t have anything to change into.’

      ‘My staff will have rectified that by now, I’m sure.’ He’d given them an exact brief on what he wanted and now he was waiting with interest to see how Lindsay reacted to her new wardrobe. He had a feeling that the clothes she wore were part of her defence.

      What would happen to her rigid control when she was no longer protected by the comforting security of navy blue or black?

      She was convinced she had the mental strength to resist the chemistry between them.

      Alessio suddenly discovered just how much he was looking forward to proving her wrong.

      CHAPTER FIVE

      LINDSAY stared at her reflection in despair.

      When she’d returned to the villa to find the wardrobe stocked with a wide selection of summery clothes, she’d been relieved and grateful.

      Reluctant though she’d been to admit as much to Alessio, she was boiling and had been finding her skirt scratchy and uncomfortable in the shimmering Caribbean heat.

      Relief had turned to amazement as she’d examined the contents of her new wardrobe more closely.

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