Tempted by Her Billionaire Boss(36)

"I don't think there is. I know him and I know my sister, but I saw you  flirting with him in the lobby, asking for his email. Back off or I'll  have you fired."

"He showed me a photo of his son! The email is about work." Affront  arrived, pushing into her face as a hot flush, straining her tone with  the strident notes of the wrongly accused. "I don't go after married  men! That's a disgusting thing to suggest. Especially when his wife was  kind enough to give me this opportunity. That's the only reason he spoke  to me at all. She asked him to pass along a message about a report she  wants me to write. I said I hoped their son had got over his cold, and  he showed me a photo of the boy after he'd found his way into the  refrigerator."

The flicker of disdain that ticked in one of Demitri's cheeks only  infuriated her further, fueling her need to bring him down from his high  horse.

"Who the hell are you to pass judgment anyway? Everything I've ever  heard about your moral standards leaves me stunned and incredulous that  you'd question mine."         

     



 

That got his attention. His death glare gave her pause, but she was too outraged to stop.

"Oh, was that out of line? You don't think someone you only met seconds  ago has the right to call you out? I thought rash personal comments were  our special thing."

Okay, that did go too far. A hot blush flooded upward while she clenched  her mouth shut. And folded her arms. And set her chin as she screwed up  her courage to ask through her teeth, "Are you going to fire me?"

"For?" he prompted with a pithy look.

"Exactly," she shot out, unable to catch back the haughty response even  though she was dying inside. She was so mad and embarrassed she couldn't  even look at him. She liked this job. Needed it. The whole point in  coming away on this assignment was to better her position in the  organization. More compensation and responsibility translated to more  stability and security for Zoey.

Yet here she was risking everything. What had possessed her to go off  like that? Guilt? Because she'd secretly coveted Adara's doting husband,  who so obviously loved his wife and child and supported them both in  every possible way? Of course any woman would secretly wish she had  that, but Natalie wasn't about to steal it to get it.

"What's your first name?" he asked.

"Natalie. Why?" She eyed him while keeping her face averted, half  expecting him to pick up the phone to HR. Man, he was good-looking. And  not the least bit ruffled. In fact, he almost looked as though he was  laughing at her, which was so incensing she had to look away again.

"What are you doing here, Natalie? In Paris, I mean. What has Adara got you on? What's the special report?"

A chance to show off. Something she had imagined would help her take a  step up the corporate ladder. So much for that. "I'm part of the  software upgrade." It was hard to keep her voice steady as defensiveness  and contrition pecked her. She kept it short. "I'm training the staff  and working out the bugs. I've done Toulouse. I'm here in Paris for the  week. Then I go to Lyon."

"You're an IT nerd?" His skepticism as he gave her another top-to-toe once-over was almost as irritating as the label.

"I wouldn't have guessed you're a marketing genius," she shot back,  blithely matching his dismissive tone, thinking, Stop it. But he was so  infuriating.

"A highly creative one," he assured smoothly. "Ask around. Although it  sounds like you already have. You're doing all the hotels in Europe?"

"I-um, what?" That creative remark had thrown her, which had been his  intention, she was sure. "No, I only have English and French and, um,  can't be away longer than three weeks."

She and Zoey wouldn't starve if he fired her, she reminded herself. The  knowledge calmed her nerves. She wouldn't even lose her house, and she  always had the fallback plan of moving in with her ex-mother-in-law,  which would suit Zoey just fine because she loved the farm. She'd been  beside herself that she would stay with her grandma for three weeks. No,  this was a minor, very awkward speed bump that Natalie would get over  as quickly as possible.

"I've always wanted to travel, so..." She cleared her throat as she  realized that was too much information and headed back to bare facts.  "They're trying to implement before the end of the year. There's a whole  team. One person couldn't do it all."

"So you're here to work and see the sights. Not have an affair. That's what you're telling me?"

"Yes." From somewhere deep in her subconscious, a fresh blush rose. "Of  course I'm here to work." Maybe she had thought this trip was her chance  to have a grown-up affair away from her daughter's impressionable eyes,  but that was very much a midnight fantasy and not something she  intended to pursue. This trip might be the opportunity to cast off  responsibility and act like a single woman instead of a struggling mom  with bills and a flake for an ex, but she'd settle for a date with  someone she wouldn't have met otherwise.

He didn't need to know any of that though.

Her cheeks stayed hot and hurting, nevertheless. It wasn't easy to meet  his gaze and pretend a full-fledged affair was completely off the table,  especially when there was a knowing glint teasing crinkles into the  corners of his eyes.

"Even if I was looking for romance," she blurted. "Which I'm not, I'd hardly start with the owner of the company, would I?"

"I don't know. Would you? Let's have dinner tonight and talk about it."         

     



 

Her stomach swooped and her heart stopped, as though she'd hit an unexpected wall.

That's how it's done. She'd been observing, trying to crack the code of  dating and casual invitations. It had seemed complicated, but he made it  look easy.

Practice, she surmised cynically.

But go out with him? Impossible. Her heart restarted, pounding with  sudden panic, partly because, well, look at him. He was gorgeous and  obviously knew his way around the entire city, not just the block.

Danger. If she could have escaped this airless room crowded with empty desks, she would have.

Somehow she managed to hang on to her composure and scoff, "Is that a  test? I realize Theo- And yes, at this level we all refer to your family  by your first names when you're not around to hear it." She encompassed  the ground floor with a sweep of her splayed hand in a flat circle.  "Theo might have married a woman who once worked as a chambermaid, but  we're all well aware that was an exception. I have no such ambitions.  You're quite safe from me, and so are the rest of the men in your  family."

There. She folded her arms to close the topic.

He folded his, bunching those gorgeous shoulders in a way that made her throat go dry. "You're funny," he said.

"I'm completely serious!"

"I know. That's why it's funny. Calling marriage to any of us an  ambition is hysterical." He didn't laugh. He only gave his mouth an  ironic twist, which drew her notice to the shape of his lips. The lower  was fuller than the top one, but the upper had a shallow space between  the two peaks, perfect for a fingertip. The corners of his mouth  extended into short, deep lines that gave him that look of being  perpetually amused by the lives of the mortals around him.

His smile grew and he jerked his chin in a nudge of insistence, voice  pitched intimately low, filled with knowledge that she was responding to  him. "Have dinner with me, Natalie."

She was mooning. And he'd noticed. Of course he had. He was a serial  pickup artist. Where were the natural disasters when you needed them? It  was definitely time for the earth to open up and suck her underground.

"Dating among coworkers is frowned upon," she managed, delighted to have  found both the excuse and a steady voice. "I'm sorry you thought I was  making a play for your brother-in-law, but I'm highly cognizant of  company policy and have no intention of violating it, even if he were  available. Now, if we're finished, I really should get back to work."

"You're sorry for my mistake? This really is the beginning of a  beautiful friendship. Come on. Dinner. It will be my apology." He  splayed his straight fingers against his wide chest. A gorgeous chest,  she was sure. He looked like he worked out. Often. His physique  distracted her from how suddenly he'd turned on the charm. "Where's the  harm in the boss taking an out-of-town employee to dinner? It's  networking," he cajoled.

"Is that what it would be?" She couldn't help her snort of laughter.  She'd thought he was merely a playboy, but he made the sharing of his  favors sound like some kind of a job perk.

His expression changed slightly as she laughed, becoming less arrogant  as his regard sharpened with male interest and something more acute, as  though he was reassessing her. It made her think she might be holding  her own in this match of wits, surprising him.