She arrived, flustered, to find him sitting on his veranda sipping a cup of coffee, legs stretched out on one of the chairs, leaving her to sit closer to him than she had bargained for.
‘Gorgeous, isn’t it?’ was the first thing he said as she sat down and poured herself some orange juice. She could feel her heart beating madly in her chest.
‘Stunning.’
He slid his eyes over to where she was staring pointedly away from him and across to the pool area. ‘You really shouldn’t wear trousers, Rose. Too hot.’
‘I…I haven’t unpacked as yet. I just grabbed these from the top of the suitcase.’
‘Well, no matter. I suggest we take to the beach after this so you’ll have to change into a swimsuit anyway. We can get whatever beach towels we need from Reception.’ Nick relished the thought of seeing her in a swimsuit. It was hard to get any idea of her shape under the loose-fitting clothes she seemed to favour and he fancied she was more curvy than the magazines currently deemed fashionable.
‘But aren’t we here to…work?’ Rose asked desperately. She crumbled a croissant in half as he did the same and tried to focus nonchalantly on the fact that he would have seen thousands of women in swimsuits. He wouldn’t look twice at her.
‘Lateral thinking.’ Nick demolished one half of his croissant in a single bite and wiped his mouth with his serviette. The breeze was light and warm and very, very inviting. Yes, work was on the agenda, but he had to admit to himself that he felt very relaxed, more relaxed than he had in years.
‘Lateral thinking,’ Rose repeated and he nodded sagely at her.
‘We have a few possible locations to have a look at and we’ll do that tomorrow with Lee, but basically the rest of the time here will be…investigative work…’
‘I thought we had meetings lined up. Don’t we have to go over plans with your architects? What about the buildings inspector?’ She had envisaged days packed with meetings and the gritty business of getting the ball rolling on foreign soil. Of course, they might share the occasional meal together, but on the hop so to speak. And he knew people in the area. Evenings, she had reckoned, he would spend with them, catching up on old times. It was what any normal human being would do.
Investigative work did not fit into her overall picture of their ten days on the island.
‘There’s a hell of a lot to see here. Coffee? Another croissant? Yes, as I was saying, there’s a lot to see.’ He relaxed back and clasped his hands together behind his head. ‘Did you know, for example, that Borneo is the world’s third largest island? That Sabah, the proposed site for my venture, has some of the oldest rainforests in the world? Oh, yes. There’s a lot more to this place than the beach you see down there…and naturally, we have to check it all out so that we can decide where the ideal location would be. Beach or forest? Should we cater for the lazy traveller or the adventurous one? One person may be content to sit in the sun by a pool or stroll down to the beach and while away the day in a deckchair with a constant supply of cocktails on tap. Another may want to trek through the jungle in search of an orang-utan or two. Did you know that over here the orang-utan is known as the “wild man of Borneo”?’
‘We’re going to see orang-utans?’
‘Not until we’ve checked out that pool and, of course, the beach.’ He stood up and stretched, then stuck his hands in his pockets and stared out towards the sea. ‘Fascinating place this…where else can you find rainforests and white beaches sharing the same space? You’ll see for yourself, but all in good time. For now…’ he nodded towards the beach ‘…a lazy day checking out the competition.’
And sitting in front of a lukewarm cup of coffee and a half-eaten croissant was no longer an option. It was a glorious day, the sun was hot and she had absolutely no excuse to wriggle out of a swim in the sea.
Anyway, Nick’s suggestions were often thinly veiled commands. And she was being paid generously by him. Some might well say that being paid to swim in the clear South China Sea was a pretty good deal.
Rose wasn’t precisely thinking along those lines as she flung clothes hurriedly into drawers while deciding which of her three black swimsuits she would wear. She was thinking that there was safety in nursing her attraction under the respectable cloak of their professional relationship. Even if that professional relationship was a little more unorthodox than most. Indeed, the fact that she worked for him in his house probably accounted for her inconvenient attraction. Made sense. After all, she had previously felt exactly the opposite sentiment before she had found herself cooped up under his roof.