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She knew Connor had to attend one of the conferences at the hotel today, and she was using the opportunity to speak to her boss without her brother’s disapproving look. And without the disapproving lecture she would no doubt receive—like the one she’d received just after midnight—which, she had been told, was when Connor and Blake had finally finished their meeting.
She knew she’d been out of line when she had spoken up, and she hadn’t needed Connor to tell her that. So once again she was preparing to apologise to Blake.
She walked in and swallowed when he looked up, the striking features of his face knitted into a stern expression.
‘What can I do for you, Miss McKenzie?’
‘It’s Callie, please.’
He nodded. ‘Okay, then. What can I do for you, Callie?’
Her stomach jilted just a little at the way he said her name. She cleared her throat. ‘I wanted to say sorry.’
He almost smiled. ‘It’s becoming a habit, then.’
She let out a laugh. ‘Seems like it. I’ve made quite the mess since meeting you.’ She stepped forward, resisted pulling at her clothes. ‘But I am sorry. The first time I apologised it was because I’d made a mistake. This time it’s because I shouldn’t have barged in here and spoken out of turn.’
‘I’m not upset with you because you spoke out of turn.’
Blake stood, walked around the desk and leaned against it. He was wearing a blue shirt, and the top button was loosened. She swallowed, and wondered if the temperature in the room had increased.
‘I’m not your school principal.’
‘Aren’t you, though? In some ways?’
This time he did smile, and it did something strange to her heart.
‘I won’t take the bait on that one.’
He paused, and then crossed his arms. She could see the muscle ripple under his shirt, and the heat went up another notch.
‘You say you’re sorry for barging in here. But not that you eavesdropped?’
‘No, I’m not sorry about that. If I hadn’t you wouldn’t have considered investors. Which you have been doing, right?’ she asked, and knew that subtlety was not her forte.
‘I have. I made a few calls this morning, and I have a few people interested.’
He walked towards her, and though the distance between them wasn’t small her heart thudded.
‘So the answer to your real question is yes, I am going to do this.’
‘You are?’ Relief washed over her. ‘Oh, wow!’ She pressed a hand to her stomach. ‘That’s amazing.’
‘But I need your help.’
Relief turned into confusion. ‘What do you mean?’
‘Like I said yesterday, we need a very specific kind of investor. An international one who will be willing to invest in the hotel, but also in this city. Especially if I want him to agree to my strict terms regarding the expansion of Elegance Hotels.’
His hands were in his pockets now, and he moved until he was just close enough that she could smell his cologne. It reminded her of when they were in the elevator together—a time when she hadn’t had to think of him as her boss.
She shook off the feelings the memory evoked, but when she spoke, her voice was a little husky. ‘And how can I help with that?’
‘You can help me sell the city. You are the “Specialised Concierge”, right?’
He smiled slyly, and she realised he knew about her made-up title.
‘Or, in more common terms, a tour guide,’ she said.
‘Exactly. So I’ll need you to help me sell Cape Town to potential investors. Your knowledge of the city will be an asset to any proposal I make. I’ll take care of the business side of it, of course, and once that’s done we can take them on the tour you will custom-design to fit my proposal.’
‘How do you know I can do it?’ She felt her heart beat in a rhythm that couldn’t possibly be healthy.
‘Because your job depends on it.’
He smiled now, and she couldn’t read the emotion that lined it.
‘Callie, are you prepared to work with the boss?’
She stared helplessly at him, and despite everything inside her that nudged her to say otherwise she answered, ‘Yes, I am.’
CHAPTER FOUR (#u06b914d6-08fb-5a27-a24b-996affef23e6)
‘YOU’RE HERE BECAUSE you want to keep your job. You’re here because you want to save Connor’s job. You’re here because you’re saving your colleagues’ jobs.’
Callie repeated the words to herself as she walked into what had previously been known as Conference Room A. Blake had turned it into an office. Not one he would share with Connor. No, that had ended the minute she had agreed to work with him. This conference-room-turned-office was hers and Blake’s to share. It was one of their medium-sized conference rooms, and Callie had only been in it a few times when she’d had tours with groups of more than six. But, despite its reasonable size, Callie felt closed in. And this time she wasn’t fooling herself by attributing the feeling to claustrophobia.
Her heart hammered as she saw him sitting at one end of the rectangular table, a large whiteboard behind him already half filled with illegible writing.
‘Are you sure you weren’t meant to be a doctor?’ she asked, hoping to break the tension she felt within herself.
Blake looked up at her, his eyes sharp despite how hard she knew he had been working. The hotel had been rife with the news that Blake had been holed up in the conference room for the entire week it had taken for Callie to sort out her schedule. She’d done her tours for that week, but had cancelled everything beyond that. Blake had made it very clear that Callie’s full attention would be needed for the investors, and that was what she was doing.
She tilted her head when he grabbed a cup of what Callie assumed had once been coffee from in front of him. By the look on his face, it was something significantly less desirable now.
‘I’ll get you some more,’ she said, and placed her files and handbag a few seats away from his.
This was their first official day of working together, and Callie wasn’t sure what it would be like to work with the boss. She was already distracted by being alone with him in the same room, she thought as she poured coffee into two cups that sat on the counter along one side of the conference room. The hotel staff had made sure that everything their boss could possibly need was in that room.
She’d heard them whispering amongst themselves, and had taken it upon herself to defuse their curiosity.
‘We’re going to try and save the hotel,’ she’d told Kate, knowing her friend couldn’t keep a secret for the life of her, ‘and if we do things will stay the same for the foreseeable future.’
Since she’d let that little titbit go, her colleagues had done everything in their power to make sure they had the fuel to save the hotel. And maybe the world, she thought, and wrinkled her nose at the extensive display of pastries that lined the rest of the counter.
‘How many people are eating this?’ she wondered out loud, and set the coffee in front of Blake.
‘Two today.’ He sighed as he sipped from the coffee. ‘It’s been like that ever since I started working in here. I think they think I’m a competitive eater in my spare time.’
She laughed. ‘Or a man who needs as much energy as possible so that he can work to save their jobs.’ He frowned, and she elaborated. ‘People were getting restless about what you being here means. I told a friend, and she told everyone else. Trust me—it’s better this way. Otherwise they might have been planning to starve you instead of feed you.’
She grinned, and felt herself relax. This wasn’t so bad. They were having a normal conversation. Just as she would with any of her colleagues. But then Blake smiled in return, and her heart thumped with that incredibly fast rhythm she was beginning to think was personalised for him. Like a ringtone.
She cleared her throat. ‘How’s everything going here?’
‘Good.’ He took another sip of the coffee, and settled back in his chair. ‘I’ve created interest amongst my contacts by highlighting how beneficial it would be for them to be a part of my business, so we’re looking at a few potential prospects.’
She stared at him. ‘You’re good.’
He grinned at her. ‘Thanks. It’s going to be a lot easier for both of us now that you’ve realised that.’
She felt her lips twitch. ‘It’s a good thing I have, then. Now, what do you need from me, Mr Owen?’
‘Blake,’ he said, and shrugged when she frowned. ‘I feel like my father every time you call me that.’
‘Fine,’ she said, and forced herself to say his name without feeling anything. ‘Blake, what do you need from me?’
There was a pause as the question settled between them, and it made her feel as though she’d said something inappropriate. And the way he looked at her made her feel like she wanted to give him whatever he thought he needed from her—even if it wasn’t something that was strictly professional. She exhaled slowly, and hoped that the tension inside her would seep out with her breath. It did—but only because he finally responded.
‘Well, we need to start working on a proposal. But, since I’m still at the stage of securing possible investors, please start drawing up a list of places you think we can include in the tour portion of the proposal. Include your motivations for why you think we should visit them. We can take it from there.’
‘Okay,’ she said, and then frowned when he grabbed his coffee and hung the tie that had been carelessly thrown across his chair over his shoulder. ‘Where are you going?’
‘To work in Connor’s office for a while. Just so we don’t disturb each other while I’m busy with my calls.’
He nodded at her, and then left her wondering why he had asked her to work with him in the conference room when he wouldn’t even be there.
* * *
‘Welcome back,’ Callie said later, as Blake entered the room.
‘Thanks.’ He nodded, and opted for a glass of water instead of the coffee he knew he should take a break from. Especially since his throat was nearly raw from all the talking he had been doing for the last few hours.
He had been successful—had spoken to many of the parties who had contacted him—and he could no longer justify staying away from the conference room. Not when he had insisted Callie work with him and that they should do things together.
‘What do you have so far?’
Callie gave him a measured look, and immediately he felt chastised that he hadn’t made small talk first. But he didn’t trust himself to do that just yet. Not while he was still trying to convince himself that working with her had been a business decision, and had nothing to do with the way she made him feel. Especially after he had told himself that he would stay away from her.
Even now, as she sat poised behind the table, her white shirt snug enough for him to see curves he didn’t want to notice, he could feel a pull between them that had nothing to do with business.
And it scared him.
‘Well, I’ve done exactly as you asked. I’ve drawn up a list of must-see locations that I think we should consider for your proposal.’
She stood and handed him the list, and he saw that her black trousers were still as neat as they had been that morning, when she’d first walked in. She looked pristine—even though, based on the papers in his hands, she had been working extensively on her planning.
‘You can have a look at them and let me know what you think, but I don’t think there will be a problem with any of them. I’ve also tentatively set up some tour ideas.’
Blake struggled to get over the way her proximity threatened to take over his senses, but he forced it to the back of his mind and listened to her explain some of the ideas she’d had. As she did, his own began to form. A business proposal that would complement what she had in mind. But he didn’t know if it would work without seeing it first.
‘Okay—great.’ He put down his glass of water and gestured towards the chair where her jacket lay. ‘Grab your things and we can go immediately.’
‘What?’ Her eyes widened.
‘I want you to show me these must-see locations. I mean, what you have is great—theoretically—but I need you to show them to me so that I know they work in practice.’
‘And you want to go right now?’
‘Yes.’ He walked to the door and opened it for her. ‘The longer we wait, the longer we delay finalising plans. And that’s not the way I work.’
Callie stood staring at him, as though at any minute he was going to say, Just joking! When she realised that it wasn’t going to happen, she grabbed her jacket and handbag and walked past him through the open door.
Her scent was still as enticing as it had been that first night, and for a brief moment—not for the first time—Blake wondered if he was making a mistake. He had asked her to work with him on impulse, although he had known it was a logical, even smart way of approaching the international investor angle once he’d had a chance to think about it. So why was it that he’d avoided working with her for the entire morning if he was so convinced that it was all business between them?
It didn’t matter, he thought, and shook away any lingering doubts. He had a job to do. And that job would come first.
* * *
Callie waited as John, the parking valet, pulled up in Blake’s silver sedan. This evidence of his wealth jostled her, though she knew she shouldn’t be surprised. Of course her boss had money, she thought, and watched Blake thank John and wave him away when the valet moved to open the door for her. Instead, Blake did it himself, and she got in, her skin prickling when she brushed against him by accident.
She ignored it, instead focusing on the car. It was just as luxurious on the inside as it was on the outside—as she’d expected—with gadgets that she didn’t quite think were necessary. But, then again, she drove an old second-hand car that made her arms ache every time she had to turn the wheel. Perhaps if she had thought about gadgets, she wouldn’t have to worry that her car might stall every time she drove it.
Nevertheless, she was proud of the little thing. It was the first car she’d ever bought, and she’d worked incredibly hard since leaving high school and saved every last rand to buy it. Granted, she’d worked for her parents, and she knew they had been liberal in their payment.
She smiled at the memory, and caught her breath when he asked, ‘What’s that for?’
She hadn’t realised he was paying attention to her. She should have known better. Always be on guard, she reminded herself.
‘I was just admiring your car. And comparing it with mine. It doesn’t,’ she said with a smile when he gave her a questioning look.
‘I bought it when I knew I was coming to Cape Town. I had no idea how long I was going to be here, and I didn’t want to impose on my father and use one of his indefinitely. I’ll probably sell it as soon as I know where I’m going next.’
Though her heart stuck on the information that he would be leaving, she asked, ‘You didn’t own a car before?’
‘I did. But I sold it a while ago—when I realised I would be travelling a lot more.’
‘But don’t you need one for when you’re at home?’
He took a right turn and glanced over to her. ‘I don’t have a home.’
For some reason Callie found that incredibly sad. ‘I’m sorry.’
‘Don’t be. It’s a choice.’
She wanted to ask him why, but the silence that stretched between them made it clear that he didn’t want to reveal the reasons for that choice. She respected that. There were things she wouldn’t want to reveal to him either.
‘Blake, shouldn’t I be driving?’
