The rude little pillock, Inez thought unhappily. She still couldn’t believe he’d looked right at her and then just marched happily off and hopped in a cab. What kind of idiot—
Her thoughts died abruptly when the phone on the end table beside her began to ring. Inez switched her scowl to that, waiting for Thomas to answer it. It rang three more times before she recalled that he’d actually had a cell phone in his hand. Supposing he was still on that and couldn’t talk on two phones at once, she heaved a sigh and picked up the receiver only to get a dial tone.
Too late, Inez realized and dropped it back in its cradle with a shrug. She hadn’t wanted to play secretary for him anyway. She was the vice president of U.K. productions for Argeneau Enterprises Worldwide, for heaven’s sake. He could answer his own damned phone. As well as his own door, she added mentally when someone knocked on it.
Inez glanced toward the door Thomas had disappeared through, expecting him to appear to answer it, but there was no sign of the man.
“Room service,” a deep voice called as the knock came again.
Inez glanced toward the door again and then rose impatiently to open it, stepping out of the way as the bellhop began to roll a trolley into the room.
“Thank you, miss.” The man smiled as he passed. “Where would you like it?”
“What is it?” Inez asked rather than answer. Her gaze was fixed on the small teapot on the tray, but kept drifting to the silver-covered plate. Delicious aromas were drifting up to her nose, making her stomach rumble with interest.
Eyebrows rising, the man lifted the silver cover. “A proper English Breakfast. Eggs, bacon, baked beans, sausages, fried tomatoes, mushrooms, black pudding, hash browns, and a fried slice,” the man rattled off.
“The full Monty,” Inez murmured, her eyes roving over the food until he replaced the cover.
“And, of course, tea,” the man added. “So? Where shall I put it?”
Inez shook her head helplessly. She hadn’t a clue where Thomas wanted it, but she wanted it in her stomach. Right then. Dear God, breakfast and tea. The very idea made her want to weep, the actual sight of the food made her moan silently in her head. She was starving and could have killed a cup of tea, but had no doubt this was all for Thomas. He was probably going to eat it all right in front of her too, the—
“Oh, good. It’s here.”
Both Inez and the bellhop glanced toward Thomas Argeneau as he entered the room. The bellhop was smiling. Inez was not. Her eyebrows drew down in displeasure as she eyed him. If he’d just taken a little more time she might at least have pinched a sausage before he came out.
“Roll it in here please…Jimmy, isn’t it?”
“Yes, sir.” The bellhop smiled and promptly followed him with the cart.
Inez watched the food roll away with a little sigh. Just a small sip of tea even would have been nice, but the man hadn’t even bothered to think of her when it came to that. There had only been one teacup on the trolley.
Her thoughts were disturbed when the bellhop returned. The man threw her a wide smile and wished her a good day as he crossed to the door and left.
Inez scowled after him. Sure! He was happy. He’d probably eaten and even had half a dozen cups of tea by now. He’d probably also got a big tip from Thomas.
“Inez?”
Her gaze moved resentfully to the open door to the rest of the suite. “Yes?”
“Come here, please.”
Inez frowned at the request and hesitated. Come here? Come where? To his bedroom? It would be just her luck if the man was a pervert and thought one of her duties as an employee of Argeneau Enterprises was to “service” relatives.
“Not gonna happen,” Inez muttered under her breath.
“Please?” Thomas called.
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Throwing up her hands with exasperation, Inez headed for the door. She’d go see what he wanted, but if he tried anything, anything at all…
Inez stepped through the door into what she’d thought would be the bedroom and found herself in a dining area. However, neither Thomas nor the food was in there, and it just made her suspicions increase regarding his motives. Continuing on through the dining room, she stepped into a small vestibule leading to three more doors. Thomas was calling from the room on the right.
Inez stepped into the marble bathroom, taking in the trolley of food, and the bathtub brimming with bubbles and then Thomas pushed a stack of towels at her.
“There you go. Enjoy.”
Inez blinked in confusion at the fluffy white stack she held and then turned toward the door he was now exiting through.
“Wait!” she cried, taking a step to follow him. “What is this?”