Eligible Bachelors: Wife For A Week Part 2

aEarth calling Nick?' said Hallie in exasperation. She'd seen that glazed look before. Knew that Nick Cooper was definitely not thinking business. Men! They could never mult.i.task. aNick! Can you hear me?'

aOh, I'm listening.'

He had the d.a.m.nedest voice. The laziest smile. But this was a business arrangement. Business, no matter how tempting it was to think otherwise. aMy return ticket stays with me.'

CHAPTER TWO.

HALLIE couldn't quite remember whose idea it had been to tour Nick's workplace after dinner, only that it had seemed a sensible suggestion at the time. Business, she reminded herself as they stepped from the restaurant out into the cool night air and he slipped his jacket around her shoulders. Strictly business, as she snuggled down into the warmth of his coat and breathed in the rich, masculine scent of him. The fact that his chivalrous gesture made her feel feminine and desirable was irrelevant. So was the fact that he was quirky and charming and thoroughly good company. This wasn't a date, not a real one. This was business.

Nick's office was only a couple of blocks away, familiar territory, this part of Chelsea, and they walked there in companionable silence.

aI need to make a phone call,' she said as Nick halted in front of a cla.s.sy office block and unlocked the double doors that led through to a small but elegant foyer. aI'm flatting with one of my brothers at the moment. He's a touch protective; he likes to know where I am if I'm out with someone new. I used to get annoyed with him. Nowadays I just tell him what he wants to know.' Most of the time. She pulled out her mobile and dialled Tris's number, grateful when she got the answering service rather than Tris himself. She relayed her whereabouts and disconnected fast. aNo offence,' she said smoothly.

aNone taken. It's a smart move. Makes you a smart woman,' said Nick.

Nice reply.

He ushered her into the lift, the doors closed, and it was intimate, very intimate in there. She cleared her throat, risked a glance. Impressive profile. Big feet. And an awareness between them that was so thick she could almost reach out and touch it, touch him, which wouldn't be smart at all. He turned towards her and smiled that slow, easy smile that bypa.s.sed brains and headed straight for the senses, and then- aWe're here,' he said, and the lift doors slid open.

Nick's office suite was a visual explosion of colour and movement. Cartoon drawings covered every inch of available wall s.p.a.ce; computers and scanners crammed every desk. There was a kitchenette full of coffee and cola; a plastic trout mounted above the microwave. The whole place was organized chaos and completely intriguing. aSo how many people work here?' she wanted to know.

aTwelve, including me.'

aLet me guess-they're all men.'

aExcept for Fiona our secretary. Sadly she refuses to clean.'

aI like her already.'

aFigures,' he said. aSo does Clea. This is my office,' he said, opening a door to a room that was surprisingly tidy.

aWhat's the basketball hoop for?'

aThinking.'

Right. aAnd the flat-screen TV and recliner armchairs?' There were two chairs, side by side, a metre or so back from the wall-mounted television.

aWorking.'

Ah. Why she'd expected a regular office with regular decor was beyond her. There was nothing the least bit ordinary about Nicholas Cooper. aSo tell me more about this game of yours. Is it something I'd know all about if we were married?'

aYou'd know about it.' Nick's voice was rich with humour as he slid a disc into the gaming console and gestured towards an armchair. aIf we really had been married these past three years you'd have banned all talk of it by now.'

That didn't sound very wifely. aCouldn't I have been supportive and encouraging?'

aSure you could. I was thinking realistically, but we don't have to do that. We can do fantasy instead.'

aHey, it's your call. You're the fantasy expert. By the way, how long did you tell your distributor you'd been married for?'

aI didn't.' He slid her a glance. aI'm thinking a couple of months, maybe less. That way if we don't know something about the other it won't seem so odd.'

aWorks for me.' And then the game came on. The opening music was suitably raucous, the female figure on the screen impressively funky. aVery nice,' she said politely. aWhat does she do?'

aMostly she fights.' He handed her a gaming hand-set. aPress a b.u.t.ton, any b.u.t.ton.'

Hallie pressed b.u.t.tons at random and was rewarded by a flurry of kicks, spins and feminine grunts. Not, Hallie noted, that the figure on the screen even came close to raising a sweat. aAre those proportions anatomically possible?' she wanted to know.

aNot for earth women,' said Nick. aWhich she's not. Xia here is from New Mars.'

aNew Mars, huh? I should have guessed. The clothes she's almost wearing are a dead give-away. Does she have a wardrobe-change option?'

aYou want to change her clothes?'

aWell, she can hardly kick Martian b.u.t.t in six inch stilettos, now can she?

He stared.

Hallie sighed. aYou're losing credibility here, Nick.'

aWhat did you do before you sold shoes?' he wanted to know. aBust b.a.l.l.s?'

aI worked a blackjack table at a casino in Sydney for a while.'

aWhy did you stop?'

aI never saw sunlight.'

aAnd before that?'

aA brief stint was.h.i.+ng dogs in a poodle parlour.' The memory was dim, but still worthy of a shudder. aToo many fleas.'

aSo are you actually trained in anything?'

aI have a fine arts degree, if that counts for anything. And I'm halfway through a Sotheby's diploma in East Asian Art. That's why I came to London.'

aWhy East Asian Art?'

aMy father's a history professor with a particular interest in dynasty ceramics, and I hung out in his workshop when I was a kid, read all his books.' It had been the crazy-cracks in the glazes that had first captured her interest. The rich history behind each of the pieces had held it.

aSo you're following in your father's footsteps. He must be proud of you.'

aNo, mostly my father ignores me. I learn anyway. I can spot a fake dynasty vase at fifty paces. In fact I'm absolutely certain the Ming in the Central Museum's a fake.'

He stared.

aAll right, ninety per cent certain.'

aSo why aren't you finis.h.i.+ng your diploma?'

aI will be. Just as soon as I earn enough money for my last two semesters.'

aBy selling shoes?'

aIt's a job, isn't it?' she said defensively. aInteresting, well-paid jobs are hard to come by when you're a student. Employers know you're just filling a gap.'

aCouldn't you ask your family to help out?'

aNo.' Her voice was cool; he'd touched a nerve. Her brothers would have lent her the money. h.e.l.l, they'd wanted to give her the money, and so had her father for that matter, but she'd refused them all. Little Miss Independent, and it galled her that they hadn't understood why she'd refused. None of her brothers had taken money from anyone when they'd started out. She was staying with Tris because he had a spare bedroom and because London rentals were outrageously expensive. That was all the help she was prepared to accept.

No, money for nothing wasn't her style at all. But ten thousand pounds for a week's work...a week's fairly unorthodox and demanding work...Well now, that was a different matter altogether.

aHow much do you need to complete your studies?' he asked curiously.

aTen thousand pounds plus money to live on. But I've already saved five so with your ten thousand I figure I've got it covered.'

aAnd then what?' he said. aWill you roam the world in search of ancient artefacts and long-lost oriental treasure?'

aYeah, just like Lara Croft and Indiana Jones,' she said, heavy on the sarcasm. aYou know, maybe you need to get out more. You might just be spending too much time in fantasy land.'

aSee? I knew it wouldn't take long before you started sounding like a real wife,' he countered with a grin. aDon't you want to be a tomb raider?'

Sure she did. She just didn't think it very likely. And as for sounding like a nagging wife...Hah! Wait till she really put her mind to it. aRight now I'm thinking I want to be Xia here, because she's really good at this alien b.u.t.t kicking business, isn't she? What does she get if she wins?'

aPoints.'

aPoints as in money? Does she get to shop afterwards?'

aOnly for a new weapon.'

aWhat, no plastic surgery? Because I really think a breast reduction is a must here.'

aOur target demographic is teenage boys.'

aI'd never have guessed.'

aBesides, there's nothing wrong with her b.r.e.a.s.t.s-those are excellent b.r.e.a.s.t.s. Fantasy b.r.e.a.s.t.s.'

Hallie sighed.

aNot that yours aren't very nice too,' Nick added politely.

aMine are real,' she said dryly, slanting him a sideways glance. aCompletely real. Just in case anyone should ask.'

aI'm very impressed.' His eyes were blue, very blue, and his smile was pure pirate. aBecause they look to be in excellent shape. I should probably take a closer look; acquire a real feel for them, so to speak. I'm not a fact-file person either.'

aIs your distributor's daughter watching?' she countered smoothly, even as her b.r.e.a.s.t.s tingled and her nipples tightened at the thought of him touching her there. aAre we in a public place?'

aSadly, no.' And through eyes half closed, his attention back on the screen, aMan, I love kinky women.'

Oh, boy. aSo what's in this game for us girls?' she said hastily. aOther than this very cool vibrating controller.'

aShang.'

aExcuse me?'

aShang. Paladin princeling.'

Nick flicked back to the main menu and a male figure appeared on the screen. He had dark, carelessly cut hair, an exotic face, a tough, lean body, and was no slouch in the ammunition department either. aIs that a gun in his pocket or is he just glad to see me?'

Now it was Nick's turn to sigh. aYou're not taking this seriously.'

aIt's a game, Nick. I'm not meant to.'

aYou're right, you're not. My mistake. I'm the one who has to take it seriously. My people have spent three years developing this platform, Hallie, and now it's up to me to market it. I can't afford to make mistakes. Not with John Tey, not with his daughter. That's where you come in.'

aCall me naive when it comes to big business, but I think lying to a potential business partner about your marital status is a mistake,' Hallie felt obliged to point out.

aYou sound like my conscience,' he muttered. aIf you have a plan C let's hear it.'

aAh, well, I don't currently have a plan C.'

aPity.'

He looked tired, sounded wistful. As if having to deceive John Tey really didn't sit well with him. Sympathy washed over her and all of a sudden she wanted to slide over to his recliner and comfort him. Weave her hands through that dark, tousled hair, touch her mouth to his and feel the pa.s.sion slide through her and the heat start to build as she feasted on that clever, knowing mouth and-Whoa! Stop right there. Because that wasn't sympathy.

That was l.u.s.t.

aWhat?' He was looking at her strangely.

aIndigestion,' she said. aI think it was something I ate. Probably the clams.'

aProbably the situation,' he said. aWhat's it to be, Hallie? Are you in or out?'

Hallie hesitated, tempted to say ayes'. Not for the adventure, the excitement, or the money, but so that she could spend more time with Nick. The same Nick who was prepared to pay her ten thousand pounds so that at the end of the charade she'd leave.

A sensible woman would refuse him now and save herself the heartbreak, the genuine heartbreak, that was bound to come if a woman was careless enough to fall for him. A smart woman would sigh over that Hermes handbag, maybe even spend a minute or two imagining what it would look like on her arm, but in the end she'd turn away. That was what she should do.

What she said was, aDo you believe in destiny, Nick? Do you believe in fate?'

aOnly as a last resort. Why?'