He rested a strong hand on each of her shoulders, holding her as if they'd known each other for years, as if yesterday's incident meant he could.
Her mouth opened in disbelief. "Let me go or I'll call for help."
"Where are we meeting?"
Damn. She'd forgotten to mention that. Now she'd made herself look even more of a twit. She attempted to jerk free of his grip but he moved closer still, locking her in against the wall of the corridor with the bulk of his body. He was so close that her skin tingled, her traitorous body responding intimately to his proximity.
"You weren't this business-like yesterday," he commented in an insinuating tone, knocking the conversation right down onto a personal level.
"That was an error on my part and you know it."
"An error?" He moved one hand and ran his finger along her jaw. "I didn't think so, and neither did you…at the time."
Lust surged through her, threatening to steal away her last ounce of poise. The way he touched her was so intimate and suggestive. It made the pulse in her groin thud wildly. "I'm not happy about having a minder," she blurted, latching onto that fact.
"The woman I met yesterday not only needed a minder but was glad to have one, if I recall correctly." The look in his eyes was so teasing it was downright rude.
He was enjoying this, damn him. She narrowed her eyes. "That's low."
He shrugged one shoulder. "It's the truth. You can't deny it."
She pressed her lips together tightly, her heart pounding.
"The woman I met yesterday was also much more agreeable," he added.
She shook her head in disbelief. Everything was a challenge to him. "You really have no shame."
"Neither did you, yesterday."
Oh, boy. He really was going to torture her with that. It was getting increasingly hard to maintain eye contact. "This is now a business arrangement."
He ran his finger down the lapel on her jacket, moving dangerously close to her aching breasts. "Then give me our 'business arrangement' meeting point, and we're done….for now."
"Seven o'clock, at the pickup point outside Euston station."
"I'll be there." He stepped away, freeing her.
He was by far the most attractive, sexiest man she'd ever met, and for the next couple of days she had to put up with him stalking her every move. The thought made her lightheaded. She straightened her jacket and walked away, her heart still racing. Focus on the job, she told herself, but all she could think about was her companion.
Chapter Three
Janine noticed the office felt unusually quiet after Amy finally left that evening. Janine was working late, having spent the best part of the afternoon helping Amy get organized. She'd armed Amy for dealing with Fiona, the queen bitch who reigned on the second floor. She'd also helped her timetable both sides of her job for the next ten days—and she'd calmed her down after what had transpired during her meeting with her father.
It didn't surprise Janine that Amy's dad had pinned a bodyguard on her. He was concerned, and it was his daughter. Amy was in an absolute tizzy about it though. The fact that the dreamy hunk from the night before had turned out to be part of the setup took the biscuit.
Janine smiled to herself as she jotted down her schedule for the following week. She was going to have to run a tight ship. It was about time Amy had some fun, though. She was a good journalist and she deserved it. Janine didn't envy her a little detached duty time, but it made her think. A change might do her some good too. She'd been in this office for nigh on five years. She shut the open documents on the pc and was about to head home when there was a knock at the door.
"Come in." She glanced at her watch, wondering who it could be at this late hour.
The door opened and a man popped his head around the corner. "Hi, am I in the right place to find Amy Norton?"
Janine recognized the voice immediately, it was Roger Green. She beckoned him in. Taking the invitation, he stepped inside and she finally got a look at the man who had given them so much entertainment over the past couple of days. He was tall and lean, attractive in an understated way. She couldn't believe it—the guy had only gone and hunted Amy down. And now Amy was off on her travels with some other guy in tow, which presumably left Mr. Green here in the lurch. What an absolute waste of male talent, she decided. Or maybe not.
"You are indeed in the right place." She strolled up to him with a speculative smile on her face.
He grinned and shut the door behind him, then held out his hand. "Then you must be Amy."
"Alas, no." She took his hand. "But, if you're the one who's looking for her, I sure as hell wish I were." She pursed her lips as she eyed him up and down. "You're Roger aren’t you?"