But there was something else. Something hanging in the air between them. Something that he hadn’t quite yet managed to fathom.
And as Lexi sat there in the dimming light, with her wide blue eyes, designer red suit and long, lithe limbs, all he could remember was the Lexi from his dream last night. The one who had been straddling him with those long legs. The one who had danced those red lips across his forehead and chest. Taking him to a whole place he hadn’t visited in a long time.
His reaction was automatic. He stood up, causing both Lexi and John to start in their positions. Trying to erase all those thoughts from his head and trying to push the aroma of her perfume from his senses.
He needed to get out of there. He needed space. More importantly, he needed to get away from her. As far away as possible.
‘Iain? Iain, what’s wrong?’ She stood up, straightening her skirt and taking a step towards him.
He couldn’t let her touch him. He couldn’t let her be near him at all right now.
‘Interview over,’ he growled as he strode to the door and flung it open, letting it slam off the wall as his steps ate up the corridor outside.
CHAPTER FIVE
‘AS IF THIS day could get any worse.’ Lexi let out a sigh as the buzzer sounded loudly again. It was almost as if someone upstairs was laughing at her, waiting until her toe was perfectly poised above the millions of lavender-scented bubbles and her satin dressing gown had just hit the floor.
The buzzing was becoming more incessant, more desperate. So she picked the dressing-gown back off the floor and knotted it tightly around her waist. ‘This had better be good,’ she muttered as she made her way to the door.
She swung the door open, fatigue stopping her from putting her sensible head in place. The one that would make her put all her locks in place and check through the peephole before opening the door, half-dressed.
‘Iain!’
The very last person she had expected to see tonight.
The cool night air swept around her thin dressing-gown, making it billow against her legs. She tried to grab it, tried to hide the swathes of skin it was threatening to expose.
Iain was leaning against her doorjamb, his shaggy hair looking as if he’d spent the last two hours running his fingers through it.
Twenty minutes. That was how long the interview had lasted. And while what she’d captured initially was just what she’d hoped for and would be perfect for the publicity campaign, the ending had been more than a little abrupt.
She’d been left standing with her jaw bouncing off the floor as John had shrugged, packed up his camera and left for the night. Iain had vanished. No one in the hospital had known where he was and Lexi had been left to make her way home wondering what on earth she’d done wrong.
A long hot bubble bath, a glass of wine and a mountain of pizza had been on the cards.
‘Can I come in?’ His manner was still abrupt but he was looking at her with those big brown eyes that sucked you in and made you forget how to give appropriate answers. It didn’t help that every hair on her skin was standing on end and she couldn’t bear to look down and see the effects on her nipples.
She stood aside. ‘If you want,’ she muttered, unsure whether this was a good idea or not.
Iain walked into her flat, instantly filling it with his large frame. It wasn’t as if she lived somewhere small. By most people’s proportions Lexi’s London flat was positively comfortable. But just having Iain in it seemed to make the air close in around her. She was feeling completely and utterly underdressed.
He was pacing. Pacing around her flat. He had the obligatory grey suit on, with a dark blue shirt, his top button open and tie askew. ‘Look, Lexi, about earlier—’
‘What about earlier?’ she interrupted, folding her arms across her chest as it seemed the safest position for them.
He stopped pacing and took a step towards her, closing the space between them in an instant. His voice was low. ‘I’m not very good at this.’
‘Not very good at what?’ Was that her voice that sounded all squeaky? How embarrassing. He was too close. She could reach right out and put her hand on the plane of his chest. So not a good idea. It was better to keep her eyes fixed on her dark wooden floor and bare feet with their painted toenails.
She heard him sigh. ‘Saying sorry.’
Her head snapped back up in time to see him run his fingers through his hair and fix his brown eyes on hers. So not what she was expecting.
Being this close to Iain McKenzie was more than a little disconcerting. Particularly when she was partially dressed.
‘Lexi?’ he said softly.
‘What?’
‘Would you mind putting some clothes on? It’s kind of distracting, seeing you like this.’
She felt the colour rush into her cheeks. On one hand she should be glad that he found her distracting—on the other? She wasn’t entirely sure if that was a good or a bad thing.
‘I was just about to step into the bath,’ she said by way of explanation.
‘Have you eaten?’ He glanced at the clock.
She shook her head. ‘Ordering pizza was next on my list.’
He reached over and touched her arm, his warm hand circling her cold wrist. ‘Then let me take you out to dinner.’
She pulled back a little, trying not to focus on the electricity shooting up her arm. ‘It’s nearly nine o’clock. Where are you going to find somewhere that still has a table?’
He gave her a knowing smile and tapped the edge of his nose. ‘Leave that to me. Will you come, Lexi? We need to talk.’
For a second she hesitated. Was this a good idea? Maybe she could persuade Iain McKenzie that the job she was doing was actually a worthwhile one. Maybe she could persuade him to be a little more involved. Anything that would help the charity work of the clinic would surely be worth a dinner. No matter how blunt her dinner partner was.
She looked down at her pink toes. ‘What do I need to wear?’
‘You could wear a plastic bin bag, Lexi, you’d still look good.’ The words tripped off his tongue as easily as could be. He didn’t even seem embarrassed by them.
She walked off towards the bedroom. ‘That didn’t help!’ she shouted over her shoulder.
Fifteen minutes later he walked her down a street in London she’d never visited before. A warm and enveloping smell started to surround them as Iain walked towards a red-painted door and pushed it open. There was no traditional restaurant window looking out onto the street and advertising its presence. Instead there was a winding staircase up to what felt like the top of a private townhouse.
The smell was intriguing her. ‘What is this place?’ She looked around for a restaurant name or menu but there was nothing obvious.
A man appeared at Iain’s side and pulled a curtain aside for them, revealing a small intimate restaurant. ‘Nice to see you again, mate. Find yourself a table.’
She smiled at the rich Australian accent and informality of it all. The restaurant was busy, with only a few free tables.
Then reality started to hit and she took a little step backwards. ‘Isn’t that Georgie Perkins, the Oscar-winning actress?’ The woman was dressed in a green suit and drinking wine with her husband and another couple.
Iain gave a nod and pulled out a chair for her. Lexi smoothed the front of her red jersey dress as she sat down, yet again feeling instantly underdressed.
‘Hey, Iain.’
‘Hey, Kevin, nice to see you.’ He gave the man on their right a curt nod.
Lexi leaned forward and gritted her teeth. ‘Sir Kevin Bain? Chairman of the richest football club in the country?’
Iain reached over and grabbed some bread out of the basket sitting on the table. ‘Yup, him and wife number three.’ He leaned forward and winked. ‘She’s one of ours, you know.’
‘What is this place?’ Lexi asked, looking around and realising she still hadn’t seen a name anywhere.
‘It’s Frank’s,’ he sa
id simply.
‘And who is Frank?’ she asked. ‘And how come I’ve never heard of this place?’ She pointed over at the other diners. ‘Other people obviously have.’
‘Take it from me, this place is for good eating and good wine. You won’t find any paparazzi hanging around outside the door, and it never needs to advertise.’
Lexi settled back into her chair. He was right. The place had a certain ambience about it, as if the celebrities who were there knew their privacy would be guarded. She had dined around lots of people like this, but she’d never seen them quite so relaxed—quite so unguarded. Would the same rules apply to Iain? Was this why he’d brought her here?
The guy from the door appeared and handed them menus. He looked at Lexi and held out his hand. ‘I haven’t met you before, have I?’
She shook her head and met his firm handshake. ‘Lexi Robbins. I work with Iain.’
‘Lucky man. I’m Frank. If it’s not on the menu—just ask and I’ll make it for you. I can handle all the allergy quirks, all the special diets, but if you’re a crazy who just doesn’t want any calories then I’ll pour you a glass of water and charge you a hundred bucks.’
She laughed, instantly liking the big Australian, then grabbed her stomach as it let out a little grumble.