Playboy Boss, Pregnancy Of Passion Part 3

'We're going to Scarborough to work,' he reminded her.

She smiled. 'Maximum eight hours a day. Which means we'll have time to smell the roses-well, the sea air, anyway.'

He didn't take the bait. 'As long as you're sure it's not a problem.'

'It's not. But I do insist on having a paddle in the sea. And one of those whippy ice creams with a chocolate flake stuck in it.'

He shrugged. 'Do what you like in your lunch break.'

'So you're too chicken to paddle?' she teased.

'Too busy,' he retorted.

'A five-minute paddle isn't going to take much out of your day. And the break will do you good.'

'Refilling the well?' There was a slight edge to his voice.

'Good. The man's learning,' she said, resisting the urge to walk over to him and ruffle his hair. Touching would be a bad idea. She might not be able to stop at ruffling his hair. And she needed to be professional with him. She wasn't looking for a relationship right now; even if she had been, Luke wasn't the man for her. He kept too many barriers round himself. She wanted someone less complicated. 'Right. I emailed your messages to you as they came in, there's a report on your desk next to a pile of letters that need signing-and I'll see you tomorrow.'

'OK. And, Sara?'

She paused by the door.

'Thanks. I do appreciate you. Even if I don't say it.'

'You know, that's why you're on the temps' blacklist,' she said with a grin. 'You're too grumpy, too uptight, and you grunt instead of talking.'

'There isn't a temps' blacklist-and I don't grunt.'

'No?' she teased.

'No. Go home,' he said, flapping a hand at her and going back to the proper side of his desk.

No doubt he was going to work late again tonight, Sara thought. From what she'd seen of Luke, she was beginning to wonder where on earth the press got those photographs of him at parties and why his name was linked with a string of women. As far as she could see, he didn't have a social life. He just worked.

Maybe on the way to Scarborough she could start to draw him out a bit. Make him talk to her. Find out what made him tick.

On the Tuesday, to Sara's surprise, Luke was actually in the office at lunchtime. 'I'm going to call down to the sandwich bar and order something. Do you want anything?'

This was where she knew she ought to smile politely and say thanks for the offer, but she'd get something while she went out for her usual lunchtime walk.

Though she couldn't resist the mad impulse to try to reform him. To teach Luke Holloway to smell the roses. To make the smile on his mouth reach his eyes. 'Thanks, that'd be lovely. But I've got a better idea. Instead of having sandwiches delivered here, why don't we pick up some lunch on the way?'

'The way where?' he asked.

'Call it an experiment in boosting productivity. If you go for a walk at lunchtime, you get more done in the afternoon. It's something to do with getting extra oxygen to your brain.'

'This,' he said, 'sounds to me like one of your flaky ideas.'

'I'm not flaky. I'm enlightened,' she said loftily. 'And you're a workaholic.'

He held both hands up in the cla.s.sic surrender pose. 'Guilty as charged, m'lud.' Except his grin was completely unrepentant.

'Seriously, Luke, taking a complete break and doing a bit of exercise is good for you.'

'Exercise.'

How did he do that? How did he manage to make her think of s.e.x, whatever he said? She wasn't sure if it was the glint in his eyes, or the fact that when he spoke she couldn't take her eyes off his mouth. 'Walking,' she said, then immediately took a swig of water from the gla.s.s on her desk, hoping he'd think her voice was husky simply because she needed a drink. And she really, really hoped her thoughts hadn't shown on her face.

He glanced out of the window. 'You have a point. It's a nice day. A walk would be good.'

She checked her watch. 'Let's leave in half an hour.'

He raised an eyebrow. 'What happened to working smarter?'

'Just trust me,' she said. If they went now, the place she had in mind would be crammed with office workers. If they took a late lunch, it would be just how she liked it. How she wanted to share it with him.

'You're the boss. We'll order the sandwiches anyway, to make sure they don't run out. I recommend the crayfish wrap. Unless you're allergic?'

'No, that'll be fine. I'd love to try the crayfish.'

Half an hour later, after they'd picked up their lunch, she ushered him towards the tube station.

'I thought you said we were going for a walk?'

'We are. Not here.'

'We're going to the Tower of London?' he asked when they left the train at Tower Gateway and headed towards Tower Hill.

'Not quite. Trust me,' she said, leading him down a narrow path and surrept.i.tiously glancing at his face to see his reaction when they arrived at their destination.

'A church?' Covered in ivy.

'Not quite.' And then she led him inside, gratified by the utter surprise on his face, followed quickly by an expression of disbelief and...was that delight?

'Wow. I had no idea this place was here.'

'St Dunstan in the East. It was bombed in the Blitz, but instead of knocking it down the authorities turned it into a garden.'

Instead of pews there were park benches, instead of a font there was a fountain, and instead of gla.s.s fronds climbing shrubs filled the arched window frames.

'Refilling the well,' she said softly, sitting on one of the empty benches and patting the seat next to her. 'If I'm working in the city, this is where I come for lunch. Outside the lunch rush hour, that is.'

'It's beautiful,' he said. 'And so quiet. You'd never believe you were in the middle of the city.'

'Exactly. It reminds me a bit of home,' she said.

'You miss the country?'

She nodded. 'But I love the buzz of the city, too. So I suppose I have the best of both worlds-I live here in London, but I can go home to Kent whenever I want.'

'The garden of England.'

'Absolutely. We're spoiled with castles and stately homes and gardens on our doorstep.'

'I've always lived in London,' he said reflectively.

'So you've never spent any time in the country?'

'The occasional weekend. Nothing much.'

She smiled at him. 'You'll have to come back with me some time. I'll show you some of my favourite places.'

'Are you asking me on a date, Sara?'

For a second, she couldn't breathe. The air felt as if it were crackling with electricity-even though the sky was a clear blue and there wasn't so much as a single wispy white cloud, let alone purple-grey storm clouds.

A date.

She'd meant it as a throwaway but genuine offer. To share some of her favourite places and spread a little sunshine into his life.

But it could be construed a different way. That she'd just asked him out.

Her heart skipped a beat.

Would he accept?

Another missed beat.

Did she want him to accept?

The world suddenly felt precarious, and she backtracked. Fast. 'Not a date date. An offer to a friend-because I like you, and I think we could be friends.'

'What, even though you boss me about?'

She was relieved that he'd slipped back into teasing banter. That, she could cope with. 'Hey, I'll have to be bossy if I'm navigating.'

'What about sat nav?' he countered.

'You can't beat local knowledge.'

'True. Point to you.' He regarded her seriously. 'The way you see life...everyone's a potential friend until proven otherwise, aren't they?'

She thought about it. 'I suppose so,' she admitted. It was the way she'd been brought up-around people who loved her and always showed their affection.

'Don't you get disappointed?' he asked.

'Not often.' She had with Hugh, but he was the exception that proved the rule. 'Are you saying that you see everyone as a potential enemy, then?'

'Hardly. I'm not the paranoid type.'

'But you don't let people close.'

He shrugged. 'It makes life much less complicated.'

It also made life lonely, she thought. Not that there was any point in saying so. She had a feeling that Luke would claim he didn't need anyone and that his life was just fine as it was. 'You see the gla.s.s as half empty, then?'

He smiled, but it didn't reach his eyes. 'It's obvious you see it as half full. I'd say it's simply half a gla.s.s. Telling it as it is, no flowery description.'

His words were light, but she could hear the warning signal: she might want to be friends, but he'd keep her at a distance. She kept the conversation completely impersonal for the rest of their lunch break, telling him what she knew about the history of the church, and he seemed to relax again with her. And, although Luke spent most of the afternoon either on the phone or in meetings, he was back at his desk just before she left the office for the evening.

'Sara?'

'Uh-huh?' She glanced up from her computer and was rewarded with a smile that did actually reach his eyes. A smile that did seriously odd things to her insides.

'I just wanted to say thanks. For sharing that garden with me today.'

'Pleasure.' And it warmed her that he'd enjoyed it. 'See you tomorrow.'

'Yeah. Have a nice evening.'

'You, too.' On the surface, it was polite office chit-chat. Though Luke wasn't the sort to do chit-chat. He was always charming, but she knew he hated wasting a single second. So the fact he'd bothered to thank her and wish her a nice evening... Maybe he was learning to trust her. Opening up to her just that little bit.

Though Sara was completely thrown the next morning, when she walked in to find a beautiful bouquet of roses on her desk, all pink and cream. 'What's this?'

'You made me stop and smell the roses yesterday. I thought I'd do the same for you today,' he said. His smile was just the wrong side of wicked. 'A thanks for helping me out.'

She shrugged. 'Strictly speaking, you're my client. You're paying me to help you out.'

'If you had the builders in, you'd make them tea and bring them cake and make a fuss of them so they did a good job for you, yes?'

'Ye-es.' Where was he going with this?

'Same thing,' he said. 'Except you're not a builder. You're a girl.'

'You noticed?' she deadpanned.

'I noticed.'

There was a flare of heat in his expression that triggered a corresponding flare in her body. To the point where she really needed a cold shower. She took refuge in being sa.s.sy. 'Basically, this is a business expense.'

'No. It's from me to you, to say I appreciate you.'

'And so you should.' No way was she going to let him know that his comment, even more than the flowers, had just turned her into mush. She buried her nose among the blooms. Their scent was sweet, yet heady. 'Thank you. They're beautiful. How did you know I'd like pink roses?'

He coughed and gestured to her shoes.