Action, not words.
Clutching his nape, she deepened the kiss until he groaned and reluctantly pulled away.
‘For kisses like that, you can have pancakes every day. And, before you mention calories, I assure you the workout you’ll get in my bed will ensure calories are never an issue.’
He laughed at the flames creeping into her face, helped her into her seat and forked blueberry pancakes onto her plate.
Sunlight slanted through the windows on a bright London morning, throwing his stunning looks into sharp relief.
His grin as he watched her eat made her heart lift and tighten at the same time. When the look turned smouldering, her belly clenched hard with need.
His buzzing phone ripped through the sensual atmosphere. Sighing, he answered and let the world intrude. Taking the lift down—after a strategic pause, when he kissed her senseless and threatened to take her where she stood if she didn’t stop casting him glances from under her lashes—their day swung into full flow.
When at six o’clock he bellowed her name, she entered his office, tablet fired up and ready. His tense expression made her freeze.
‘We’ve tracked him down to Thailand.’
‘Captain Lowell?’
He nodded.
‘So he’s alive?’
‘As of yesterday, yes. Although the authorities think there may be someone else besides my security people after him.’ His face settled into grimmer lines.
It couldn’t be Greg...could it? Nervously, she licked her lips. ‘What do you need me to do?’ she asked.
‘Nothing for the moment. I’m waiting for the lawyers to apprise me of the full situation, then I’ll take it from there.’
‘What about the party you wanted me to organise for the crew? Do you want me to cancel it?’ She’d been liaising with event organisers all day for the company party Sakis intended to host in Greece.
‘No. The party goes ahead. The crew and the volunteers deserve it for the hard work they’ve put in. I’m not prepared to let one man derail the well-being of my other employees.’
‘What about Lowell’s wife? Are you going to tell her you’ve found him?’
A look of distress crossed his face and she knew he was remembering his own mother’s situation when the press and gossip-mongers had torn her life apart. ‘I don’t like keeping her in the dark, but I don’t want to cause her pain by revealing half-facts. I’ll contact her when we know the full details.’
She nodded and started to return to her desk. ‘I’ll carry on with arrangements to fly the crew to Greece, then.’
‘Wait,’ he commanded. He strode to where she stood and kissed her, quick and hard. ‘When this is all over, I’m taking you to my Swiss chalet. We’ll lock the door behind us and gorge on each other for a week. If one week proves unsatisfactory, we’ll take another, and another, until we’re too sated to move. Then and only then will we let the world back in. Agreed?’
Her heart skipped several beats. By the time this was over, she’d be gone. But she nodded anyway and hurried back to her desk.
Sinking into her chair, she clenched her shaking hands into fists and fought to stop the unrelenting waves of pain and despair that threatened to drown her.