"Nice visual. At least the stripping naked bit."
She ignored the comment. "But the girlfriend thing would be an ideal cover, so it's best if the position is open. It will allow me to stay close without being too obvious. And it will have the added benefit of stopping your dad's matchmaking habit. If that's what you really want."
"I want."
"But be very clear, this relationship is not real and it's totally temporary. Once the job is over, we're done. Finished. We walk away."
"Of course." Just under three weeks. Would it be enough to get her out of his system?
"Okay, I'll run it past Jake."
"Jake?"
"Jake Knight. He owns the company."
He didn't like that she was on such familiar terms with the guy. "How about you?"
She'd gotten up and placed her mug in the dishwasher. Now she turned back to him, leaning against the machine, hands in her pockets. "How about me what?"
He pushed himself to his feet and took the couple of steps that brought him directly in front of her. "Do you have a man in your life, Jess?" From this position, he could look down to the swell of her breasts beneath the white cotton shirt. Not that there was a lot to see, no cleavage on show.
"And why is that any of your business?"
"Well, I'd hate to get one lot of bad guys off my back only to piss off someone else."
"There's no one you need worry your head about."
"I thought you and that Steve guy were an item."
"Well, you thought wrong. There's nobody right now."
He liked that. But he didn't like that he liked it. God, he was fucked-up. At least where Jess was concerned. On a good note, she had said she wasn't averse to sex with him. Hardly a romantic comment, but then he didn't want romance. But he did want her. Quite desperately. In fact he couldn't remember wanting a woman quite so much since … Since more than ten years ago when he'd last slept with Jess.
But then she hadn't been a woman back then. She'd been a seventeen – year-old girl, who'd been crazy for him. He'd known that. Just as he'd known there would be nothing long-term between them. But every time he'd tried to walk away she'd pulled him back. Until the last time. When he'd succeeded in staying away by the simple action of putting an ocean between them.
He'd been supposed to study at the London School of Economics. At the last minute his father had talked to his mother, who'd pulled some strings and got him the chance of a place in Harvard. He'd known it was the right thing to do but it had broken something inside him.
Christ, he was a mess. He hadn't realized quite how much until she had walked back into his life. Maybe he was an idiot to go along with this. Maybe he should just walk away before he got in too deep. Because he suspected that he might never get enough of her.
He studied the purity of her features, her beauty only enhanced by the scar. Her face was a perfect oval, with high cheekbones, a narrow straight nose, and full, sculpted lips. He was almost overcome by an urge to lower his head and take those lips with his own. Slide his hands around that perfect ass and lift her onto the counter. The blood pooled in his groin, and his balls ached.
He stepped back. Just to prove he still could.
"Okay, so we do this then?" he asked.
"I told you, I'll talk to Jake and I'll get back to you. In the meantime, stick to the schedule you gave us. If you need to change anything let us know … and play nice with your babysitters. They're here for your protection."
"You're leaving?" He didn't want her to go. Not yet.
"I'm heading back to the office."
He wasn't going to let her go without a kiss, but as he leaned in, she slipped out from in front of him.
"I'll call you tonight," he said as she reached the door.
"I won't be there." And she was gone.
Chapter Eight
She'd stayed away for two whole days. Just to prove to herself that she could. But there was no avoiding Declan tonight. It was the first of his "business dinners" and her first go at being his "non-confrontational girlfriend."
She'd arranged to meet him here, wanting to make an entrance. To help with that, she'd borrowed a dress from Kim. She did own a long black dress that she used when she was on duty at parties and the like, but that dress, while elegant, was intended to make her merge into the background as much as possible. Tonight she needed to make a statement. She wanted people to notice her, so when she turned up on other occasions, she would already be imprinted on people's minds as Declan's girlfriend.
The dress was red. Apparently, Jake had a thing about red. Strapless, it left her shoulders bare, hugged her breasts, waist, and hips and then flared out in a fishtail. On her feet, she wore four-inch scarlet stilettoes-again borrowed from Kim-she didn't want to think about what Kim had gotten up to in those shoes. But in them, Jess would tower over most of the other women there. She would be hard to forget.