She drew in a breath as if preparing to go into battle, but her words were resigned when she spoke. 'It would have been nice if you'd told me that TJ was trying to recruit you to represent his Real Sport stores.'
'Ah.' That was where he knew TJ Lyons. TJ's people had been hassling his publicist to get him to become Real Sport's public representative for about six months now.
'First-' Miller's voice brought his eyes back to her '-you don't tell me that you're the legendary lothario Valentino Ventura and nearly make a fool of me. Now you neglect to tell me that my client wants your face and body for his online sports brand and succeed in making a fool of me.'
'Miller-'
'Don't Miller me.' She stalked towards him and stopped at the foot of the bed. 'You've been having fun with me right from the start of this silly charade and I've had enough. I am not here as your resident plaything and nor am I here to alleviate your boredom.'
Irritation blossomed inside him. 'I never said you were. And might I remind you that this is your silly charade and I'm actually trying to help you.'
'Some help when TJ all but told me the only way we would win his business is if you "quit stalling" and give him what he wants.'
Tino rubbed his jaw. 'Sneaky bastard.'
His response seemed to knock the wind from her sails because her shoulders slumped a little and her hands dropped from her hips.
'Quite.'
'I'm sorry, Miller. I didn't deliberately withhold that information from you. I get over a hundred requests of a similar nature every week and my publicist handles that side of my business. Yesterday, when I met TJ, I was aware that I knew him from somewhere but assumed it was a race meet since he was such a fan.'
She swore lightly and retreated to sit on the velour window seat, and Tino found himself fascinated by the play of light on her thick, glossy hair.
'What did you say to him?' he prompted when she remained silent.
She scowled and he noticed that her face was slightly paler than usual. 'Nothing yet. It was his parting volley.'
'A strategic tactic.'
She looked surprised that he would know such a thing, and he didn't like the fact that she still thought he had the IQ of an insect. 'You can stop looking at me as if you're surprised I can string a sentence together.'
'I don't think that.' She paused at his disbelieving look and had the grace to blush. 'Any more.'
He grinned at her honesty.
'Anyway.' She sighed. 'I'm not going to give him the satisfaction of acknowledging it.'
'Why not?'
'Because his weapon of choice is to ask his current consultants to re-pitch for the job, but if they had any good ideas they would have already given them to him.'
'They might have something new up their sleeve.'
'Nothing as good as mine.'
Tino chuckled. He enjoyed her superior confidence and kick-ass attitude. It reminded him of himself when a rookie tried to come up against him on the circuit.
He noticed her eyes were focused on his mouth, and when she raised them to his a spark of red-hot awareness flashed between them.
Clearly not wanting to acknowledge it any more than he did, she turned to face the window.
Silence filled the room so loudly he could hear the gentle ticking of the marble clock on the desk two feet away.
'Dexter saw us on the beach this morning.'
Her voice was soft, but he heard the disappointment edging her words.
Tino rolled his stiff neck on his shoulders and swore under his breath. That man was dogging his every step and he was getting beyond irritated with him.
'Are you telling me or the seagulls?' he asked pleasantly.
Miller swivelled her head around, a frown marring her alabaster forehead. 'I'm not in the mood for your ill-timed humour, Valentino.'
'What about my well-timed humour?'
She shook her head but a smile snuck across her face. 'How is it you can make me smile even when this is deadly serious?'
'Deadly?'
She sighed. 'Maybe I'm exaggerating slightly.'
Tino sat forward and regarded her silently for a moment. 'Relax. At least he no longer thinks we're faking it.'
Her smile disappeared. 'He's right about the fact that I should behave in a more professional manner with you.'
Tino snorted. 'Let me guess. He told you no touching?'
'He told me to keep my private life private-and he's right.'
'Of course he did,' Tino drawled, half admiring the man's nous. He wanted Miller for himself, and he was trying to drive a wedge between them to get her.
Not that he could blame him. He'd realised this morning on the beach that Miller was one of those women who had no idea of her true appeal to men and, given similar circumstance, he might have done the same as Caruthers. Then again, he had yet to want a woman enough to actually fight for her.
'What does that mean?' Miller frowned.
'It means he wants you for himself.'
'No, he doesn't.'
She turned her face away, but he'd already seen her eyes cloud over.
'I can't work out if you're actually naive when it comes to men, or hiding your head in the sand.'
Her eyes flashed a warning. 'I do not hide my head in the sand.'
'Hit a nerve, have I?'
'If you're trying to be annoying you're succeeding beyond your wildest dreams,' she retorted pithily.
'If you're trying to avoid facing your colleague's attraction to you then so are you.'
She sighed heavily and turned away. 'I'm not naive. I just...' She stopped, looked uncertain. 'Can we talk about something else? Or, better still, not talk at all?'
Tino could sense the deep emotions rolling around inside her. He knew she would hate him to know the turmoil she was obviously experiencing. He didn't think he'd met a more self-contained woman, and it wasn't his experience that women kept such a tight lid on their emotions.
His Italian mother was a classic case in point-as were most of the females he'd dated, who had wanted more from him than he had ever been prepared to give. The fact that Miller so steadfastly didn't want anything from him made him feel ridiculously annoyed.
'This weekend really isn't going as you planned, is it, Miller?'
She had tucked her legs up under her chin as she gazed out of the window and now she glanced back at him as if surprised he was still in the room. Another blow to his over-inflated ego, he thought bemusedly.
'You think?'
Her eyes snagged on his and for a moment he was caught by how vulnerable she looked.
'You clearly dislike TJ's business methods so why do you want to work on his account so badly?'
'Partners are not made of people who say no to clients, no matter how distasteful they are.'
It took him a minute to decipher her meaning. 'Ah. You've got a promotion riding on this.'
'Something wrong with that?' Her voice was sharp and he realised she'd taken his words as an insult. He wondered what was behind her strong reaction.
'Only if you think so.'
'I deserve this. I've sweated blood for this company. I...' She released a long breath. 'It's not something you would understand.'
'Try me.'
He thought she would reject his offer, but she heaved a resigned sigh.
'It's not rocket science, Valentino. I grew up poor with a father who thought the grass was always greener on the other side and a mother who was uneducated. My mother had to work two jobs to put me through a private school so that I would have opportunities she never had. My making partner would mean everything to her.'
'What does it mean to you?'
He saw her throat move as she swallowed. 'The same.'
'So you dreamt of being a corporate dynamo when you were a little girl?'
He'd meant to sound light, friendly, but Miller didn't take it that way.
'We can't all have exciting careers like yours.'
Her sheer defensiveness made him realise she was hiding something from him. 'Interesting response.'
'I expect it was easy for you,' Miller prevaricated. 'Your father raced.'
'You think because my father was a racing champion my career choice was easy?'
'I don't know. Was it?'
'My father died on the track when I was fifteen. My mother still buys me medical textbooks for Christmas in the hope I'll change careers.'
She laughed, as he'd wanted her to do, but the pain of his father's death startled him with its intensity. It was as if the crash had just happened-as if a sticking plaster had just been peeled off a festering wound.
Ruthlessly shutting down his emotions he fell back on his raconteur style. 'Astronaut.'
'What?'
'Your childhood dream.'
'No.' She shook her head at his cajoling tone.
'Lap dancer?'
'Very funny.'
Some of the tension left her shoulders, but Tino still felt claustrophobic.
Jumping to his feet, he fetched a baseball cap from his travel bag. 'Let's go.'
'Where?'
'I don't know. A drive.' It was something that always calmed him.
She looked dubious. 'You go. I have work to do.'
'And all work and no play makes Miller a dull girl. Come on. It will refresh you.'
Miller sighed. 'You're like a steamroller when you want something. You know that?'