The Italian Boss's Secret Child(10)

He looked up at her, his eyes for once strangely empty.

'If that pleases you, go right ahead. But you might have some trouble. My whole family was wiped out when I was nine years old.'





CHAPTER FIVE





THE words hung between them like lead weights in the still air of the  climate-controlled office, the hum of his laptop the only sound.

'I'm sorry,' she said, standing there awkwardly, unsure whether to stay or leave.

'Don't be,' he said without looking up. 'It wasn't your fault.'

'No, I mean … ' Her hands found each other, together they wrestled for the right words. 'I mean-'

'Forget it,' he said with a sweep of his hand, as if it meant nothing to  him. 'We've got a lot to get through today so I suggest you get  yourself organised. I want you back here in half an hour so we can get  started.'

Fine, she thought, whatever you say, her compassion evaporating at his  dry tone. She nodded though she was sure he didn't notice; his head was  already focused on the papers in front of him. She turned to leave.

'Oh, and Ms Summers-'

'Yes?'

'Do you have anything to wear that's not brown?'

Philly looked down at her jacket and trousers. Okay, so what was wrong  with her clothes? Maybe the suit didn't have an expensive label, but it  was a good name brand and it had been an absolute bargain, even if the  jacket was a size too large.

'You have a problem with brown?' She could, of course, tell him she had a  little Egyptian number stashed away at home waiting to be returned that  was a real crowd pleaser, but somehow she didn't think that was what he  had in mind.

'This deal's worth a lot to Delucatek. The people we'll be dealing with  are real high-flyers. We should look the part. Do you have anything  suitable?'

Meaning she should look the part. His suit smacked of designer while  hers screamed bargain basement. She mentally flicked through her  wardrobe's contents, more spartan than ever after a pre-wedding economy  drive. Bryce had been keen to get a property portfolio established  between them as soon as possible and she'd been on a strict budget. Of  course, she hadn't realised that at the same time that she was  budgeting, he was out splashing everything he could on the other woman,  Miss Hot-Property.

All her scrimping hadn't left much in the way of spending money though,  especially for new clothes. Three suits, one tan, one summer-weight  beige and the tweed she had on, plus black trousers, assorted blouses  and a winter jacket was all that quickly came to mind if she didn't  count one pristine wedding dress still in its cellophane wrapping. She  really ought to think about returning that some time. She wouldn't be  using it now.

She could have used her savings to buy new clothes since then, of  course. But there was every possibility she'd need all of that and more  once her mother got too sick to stay at home.

She was no fool. As much as she wanted to be able to care for her  mother, there would come a time when it just wouldn't work. She wouldn't  be able to be there twenty-four hours a day and she'd need to move  somewhere with better care options. And from the enquiries she'd already  made, good hospice care didn't come cheap.

'I don't know,' she said honestly. 'What will I need?'                       
       
           



       

He barely looked up. 'See Enid later. She'll have the schedule and you  can work out what you have to get and go shopping this afternoon after  we've worked out a strategy. I'll arrange an allowance.'

'Fine,' she said, feeling totally aggrieved, ramming her glasses up her  nose defiantly as she turned on her heel. 'I just hope it's enough.'





It was more than enough. Philly surveyed the figure on the letter of  authority Enid handed her with shock. Surely someone had made a mistake?

'I think there's one too many zeroes,' she suggested.

Enid glanced over, eyes peering through her bifocals. 'No, that's right.  Now there are three boutiques listed where this authority is valid.  They should be able to supply everything you need. If you have to go  elsewhere, keep the receipts and you'll be reimbursed.'

'But this is a fortune.'

Enid smiled at the younger woman. 'He just wants you to look nice. It's important to him.'

'It's important to the deal, more like it,' she said, certain that  nothing Damien thought about her would be personal. It would all relate  to business.

The older woman's head tilted to one side.

'I think you'll find he's right. This deal's very important to the  company and we have to do everything we can to ensure it comes off. I'm  quite sure you'll feel more confident and more professional with a  couple of new outfits and much more capable of holding your own. And I  know Damien can seem a little tactless at times. But you mustn't take it  too seriously. He simply hasn't had the same start most of us have  had.'

If Philly hadn't heard his comment about losing his family earlier,  she'd think Enid was mad. The guy was a multimillionaire, for goodness'  sake, and here was someone practically feeling sorry for him.

Could Enid be right? The question plagued Philly's mind as she spent the  next two hours searching for outfits suitable for meetings, possible  cocktail parties and flash dinners in boutiques she'd only ever dreamed  about entering before.

Was the early tragedy in his life the reason why he was so driven to  succeed? So demanding of everyone around him? Was he trying to show the  world he could make it on his own? Was that why he rode roughshod over  everyone else's feelings-because his own had been so desperately and  critically shattered at such a tender age?

Whoa! Next thing she'd be feeling sorry for him too. She didn't need  that-not with the secret of last Saturday night playing on her mind.

And she couldn't afford to feel anything for Damien. If he'd thought he  was easing her mind by declaring there was no way he'd be tempted to  seduce her, he had another think coming.

He'd no doubt thought he was being considerate, allaying a sweet  innocent nobody's fears of seduction at the hands of her boss. When it  was already too late for that. Much too late.

All he'd done was insult her. Making love with Cleopatra was one thing  but making love with Philly Summers was never going to happen.

How reassuring! He'd made it clear that the man she couldn't stop  fantasising about had her pegged around at the level of the woman least  likely. How flattering-and yet here she was, supposed to feel relieved.

And all he'd done was to reinforce her resolve not to reveal her secret.  Given his attitude he would be less impressed with the revelation.  Clearly he would be embarrassed at the thought-probably even humiliated.  Well, she would save them both that. She would forget it had ever  happened. He need never know.

But if she became pregnant?

She shivered. She didn't want to go down that path. It was altogether  too exciting and yet too terrifying. And the chances were so slim. How  many couples got pregnant the first time they had unprotected sex  anyway? It was hardly likely to be a consideration.

She sighed, fed up with both shopping and with the direction her  thoughts were going. Spending two days in Damien's company would be bad  enough. But to spend one night away-that could only be worse. She would  have to do her best to remain cool, aloof and totally professional and  with any luck he'd treat her with his usual professional disregard. Then  in two weeks she'd have her period and there'd never be a reason she'd  have to reveal a thing to him.

And in time she might even forget about what had happened in the  boardroom, might stop thinking about the way his body had rippled in the  slatted moonlight as he'd driven into her, the way he'd felt inside,  possessing her.

Forget that night?

That was a laugh. There was no way she was ever going to be able to forget that.                       
       
           



       





She was late. The plane was due to take off in less than half an hour  and she was nowhere to be seen. She couldn't have changed her mind-he'd  arranged everything. The last time he'd spoken to her she'd even  admitted that the live-in nurse Enid had organised was wonderful and  that her mother was totally relaxed about the whole arrangement.

Not so Ms Summers. He could still see the nervous pinch to her lips, the  strain in her face so evident whenever they'd discussed the upcoming  trip. What was really bothering her? She couldn't be worried about him  coming on to her. Hadn't he assured her this was purely a business trip?  She wasn't his type for a start. Sure, she was great at her job but he  had no more intention of seducing her than he would ask someone to marry  him. It just wasn't going to happen.

In any event, he preferred his women lush, sexy and temporary, like that  woman on Saturday night-her outfit accommodating, her attitude willing.

Though she'd proved far too temporary for his liking.