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The ghost of a smile played at his lips and Laura had the uncomfortable feeling that he knew everything while she knew nothing.
‘It comes with my job.’
‘What do you do?’
‘Usually?’
How many jobs did he have? ‘Yes.’
‘I buy ailing businesses, turn them around and sell them for a profit.’
That didn’t make things any clearer. ‘Is that why you’re here?’
‘In a way.’
Laura frowned. ‘But you were the “sir” on the other end of the line.’
Matt nodded. ‘I was. Would you like to sit down?’
‘No, I’m fine.’
‘I think you should sit. You look a little pale.’
Was it any wonder? Laura thought, sinking into a leather library chair before her legs gave way. Baffled didn’t begin to describe the way she was feeling. ‘How did you know I was here?’
‘I saw you from the window.’
So that would account for the weird tingling that she’d experienced while she’d been walking across the patio. The twitchy feeling that had made her stop and ask the security guard about mosquitoes.
‘I don’t get it,’ she said, her eyebrows drawing together a fraction. ‘I’ve just been contracted to restore the palace. Why does it have anything to do with you?’
Matt moved round to sit on the edge of the huge partners’ desk. ‘It’s my palace.’
Maybe the state had given it to him in payment or something. Laura blinked but it didn’t make her brain hurt any less. ‘I’d have thought it would belong to the king.’
‘It does.’
His expression was unreadable, his eyes unfathomable. Which was a shame as she could really do with a little help here. Absolutely nothing was making any sense.
If the palace belonged to the king and it also belonged to him, then that would mean that Matt was the king. Her brain might be about to explode but she could work that much out. And if he was king what had he been doing in Little Somerford? What had he been doing smouldering at her, tearing off her clothing and taking her to heaven and back?
God, it was a good thing she was sitting down.
‘Who exactly are you?’ she said, not at all sure she wanted to have the horrible suspicions flying around her head confirmed.
‘You know who I am.’
‘I thought I did. I thought you were Matt Saxon.’ She gave a little shrug as if it didn’t bother her one way or the other. ‘It looks like I was wrong. Silly me.’
‘You weren’t. I am Matt Saxon. I happen to also be King of Sassania.’
Ah. There it was. Proof that she hadn’t been going mad. At least not within the past five minutes.
Laura gulped, completely unable to unravel the swirling mass of emotions rolling around inside her. Maybe it would be best to stick to facts. ‘Since when?’
‘Three weeks ago.’
‘Before or after we …’ she broke off and went red ‘… you know …?’
‘The coronation took place the Monday after the weekend when we … er, met.’
He gave her a little mocking smile and her cheeks flamed even more.
And then out of the tangle of emotions, indignation suddenly broke free and fuelled through her. How dared he laugh at her? It was all very well for him, perched there being all high and mighty. She was the one who was totally wrong-footed and struggling to get her head round what was happening. She had every right to be confused. And to demand some answers. ‘And you didn’t think to mention it?’
His eyebrows shot up at her sharp tone. ‘Why would I? We didn’t exactly stop to engage in small talk.’
Damn. That was true.
Matt tilted his head and shot her a quizzical glance. ‘Did you really not know who I was?’
Laura scowled at him. ‘I really didn’t.’
‘No, well,’ he said, lifting himself off the desk and moving to sit behind it, ‘I doubt the coronation was covered in Architecture Tomorrow:’ Like that was an excuse. ‘However if you remember I did suggest lunch, and if you hadn’t run off quite so speedily I might have mentioned it then.’
Laura’s eyes narrowed. Oh, he was clever. Turning it around so it was her fault. ‘I’d like to believe that, but somehow I don’t.’
Matt gave her a quick grin that curled her toes. ‘We’ll never know now, will we?’
Unfortunately not. ‘What were you doing in Little Somerford?’
‘Escaping the press.’
No wonder he’d flipped when he’d thought she was a journalist. He was gorgeous, young, rich and royal. A paparazzo’s dream. And she hadn’t had a clue. She really ought to broaden her reading horizons.
‘And you got me instead.’
‘Briefly.’ The grin faded and his mouth twisted.
Hmm. Laura bit back the urge to apologise. Any previous notion she might have had of apologising had long since disappeared beneath a blanket of confusion, indignation and something that felt suspiciously like hurt. ‘You sound peeved,’ she said coolly.
He raised an eyebrow. ‘Well, the speed with which you fled wasn’t particularly flattering.’
A smidgeon of guilt elbowed its way through her indignation. Laura shrugged and ignored it. ‘We had a quickie. It was no big deal.’
His eyes glittered. ‘If it was no big deal why did you run?’
‘Like I told you at the time, I had plans.’
‘Right.’
He fixed her with a gaze that had her squirming in her chair until she couldn’t stand it any longer. So much for thinking she might have had the upper hand. Matt made one formidable opponent.
‘OK, fine,’ she said, throwing her hands up in exasperation. ‘I guess I panicked.’
‘Why?’
‘I’m not entirely sure,’ she said, forcing herself to look him in the eye. ‘It was kind of intense. For me, at least. I don’t know. Maybe for you it’s like that all the time.’
‘Not all the time,’ he muttered, looking less than thrilled by the admission.
At his obvious discomfort Laura suddenly relaxed. ‘It was kind of amazing, wasn’t it?’
‘Hmm.’
Matt regarded her thoughtfully and she bit her lip. It wasn’t his fault she’d been spooked. He didn’t know about the battle she’d had with herself. And now it seemed that fate had decided they were going to have to work together. Unless she cleared the air the tension that simmered between them would soon reach an unbearable level. ‘I’m sorry I rushed off like that.’
He shrugged. ‘It really doesn’t matter. I put it out of my mind weeks ago.’
‘Oh,’ she said, stamping down on the perverse disappointment that he could dismiss it quite so easily. ‘Well, that’s good, seeing as we’re going to be working together.’
Matt’s gaze jerked to hers and his eyebrows shot up. ‘You don’t really think you can stay, do you?’
Laura went very still and felt her face pale. ‘What do you mean?’
He leaned forwards and clasped his hands on the desk. ‘I appreciate the fact that you’ve been given the job, and I realise there’s nothing I can do contractually, but in the light of our recent history don’t you think it would be wise if you refused?’
What? Refuse? He wanted her to give up the job she so badly needed? Over her dead body. Sticking her chin up, she fixed him with a firm stare. ‘No.’
For a second there was a stunned silence. Matt looked as if she’d slapped him. Clearly no one had ever said no to him before. Well, that was tough, thought Laura, folding her arms over her chest and crossing her legs. Her days of endless people pleasing, of always acquiescing, were over.
‘No?’
‘Absolutely not,’ she added, setting her jaw and glaring at him just in case he still didn’t get the message. ‘I’m not going anywhere.’
Matt’s brows snapped together and he shoved a hand through his hair. ‘There’s a conflict of interest,’ he said tightly.
‘Then you leave.’
‘Don’t be absurd.’
‘I’m not the one being absurd,’ she said coolly. ‘Yes, I agree that the situation is far from ideal but I want this job. And you need an architect. The palace is falling apart and bullet holes are so last century.’
His jaw tightened. ‘I don’t mix business with pleasure.’
‘Neither do I,’ she fired back. ‘Believe me, the last thing I’m looking for is a repeat of that afternoon.
‘Nor am I.’
‘Then I really don’t see that there’s anything to worry about.’
‘Don’t you?’ he said, dropping his gaze and letting it slide over her body.
Heat began to pour over her. Desire flared to life but she banked it down. Right now her work was more important than anything else. She was not going to let it go. For anything.
‘I,’ she said pointedly, ‘am perfectly capable of separating business and pleasure. I,’ she added, ‘should be able to control myself. Besides there is nothing you can do to make me go.’
His gaze dropped to her mouth and stayed there. His face darkened, his eyes took on a wicked gleam and Laura swallowed. Her heart lurched and a ball of nerves lodged in her throat. OK, so for all her fine words if Matt jumped to his feet, stalked round his desk, hauled her into his arms and kissed her she’d probably be through the door in seconds. But after loftily declaring that he didn’t mix business with pleasure she had to hope he wouldn’t put her to the test.
But why was he so desperate to get rid of her? Anyone would think she’d been stalking him. And what was all that hostility about? Surely he couldn’t be that annoyed she’d run off?
‘Look,’ she said, ‘you must be busy and the palace is huge. Our paths need never cross.’ Thankfully.
Matt sighed, got to his feet and gave her one last glower before picking up his laptop. ‘Just make sure you stay out of my way.’
CHAPTER SEVEN (#u2a16919e-804a-5a33-9058-908aabcf2e8b)
THIS was getting ridiculous, Matt thought, struggling to pay attention to what his advisors were saying. He was in the middle of a discussion about the huge gaps in the public accounts and all he could think about was what Laura was up to.
He hadn’t laid eyes on her in the two weeks since she’d been hired. Not that he’d been looking out for her especially. No. He’d had far too much to do. But it did seem odd. The palace might be big but it wasn’t that large.
In a weird way her absence simply made him more aware of her presence. Which didn’t make any sense at all.
Maybe it was the knowledge that he’d overreacted again and undoubtedly owed her another apology. Snapping at her like that to stay out of his way, snapping at anyone for that matter, wasn’t how he chose to behave.
But then since he’d met her a lot of his behaviour had been uncharacteristic. If it carried on much longer his reputation for being tough and uncompromising would lie in tatters.
What was it about her that set him so on edge? Why did he have this niggling feeling that she was some kind of a threat? A threat to what exactly? In his experience threats came from rival bidders for a company he wanted and from despotic former presidents with their hands in the till. They did not come from curvy blond-haired blue-eyed architects.
Matt shoved his hands through his hair and let out a growl of frustration. Whatever the hell was going on, it couldn’t continue.
He’d start with the apology. The sooner he got that out of the way, the better. And then he’d take the opportunity to find out a little more about her.
Something about the sabbatical she’d claimed she was on, the way she’d avoided his eyes when she’d mentioned it, had been gnawing at his brain. Whatever it was, she was working for him and he should get to the bottom of it.
And that was another thing, he realised suddenly. His company employed dozens of permanent staff and he’d always made a point of getting to know every one of them. Now Laura was on his payroll and what did he know about her? Apart from what she felt like in his arms and wrapped around him, precious little.
Matt ignored the bolt of heat that gripped his body and set his jaw. In fact that was probably what had been bothering him. The non-observation of formalities.
‘Sir?’
He snapped his head round to his secretary who was sitting on his right and refocused his attention. ‘What?’ he said, and added a quick smile to mitigate the sharpness of his tone.
‘I hope you don’t mind my asking, but is everything all right?’
‘Fine. What does Signorina Mackenzie do for lunch?’
The only indication that Antonio Capelli was surprised by a question about lunch in the midst of a conversation about corruption was a double blink. ‘I believe she takes a sandwich to the rose garden.’
