He was cross with himself too for his handling of things.
He wanted her.
And yet he didn’t—because he actually liked working with her. Liked having her around, and once things moved, as they surely would, well…
There was no question of a future for them.
Not even a hint of one.
He deliberately didn’t do long-term relationships—as soon as things got too comfortable, too nice, he cut all ties.
It was a promise he had made himself many years ago.
He lay there, head pounding, listened to her pad out to the kitchen, to the running of the tap, and for once he was torn with indecision.
He wanted her.
He didn’t want to lose her.
Yet he couldn’t have both.
‘Here.’ She was back, holding out a glass of water and punching out two tablets from a blister pack. ‘Take these.’
‘Only if you do.’
Emma punched out two for herself and they shared the glass of water. Funny that he noticed a little thing like that—funny that to Luca it mattered that she didn’t go and get another glass.
‘We’ll feel better in twenty minutes.’ Emma smiled, glad that they seemed to be talking normally again after the strain of the past few weeks. ‘It says so on the box.’
She zipped his suit holder and picked up the phone to summon his driver as Luca downed a quick shot of espresso from his coffee machine. He stuffed files and papers into his briefcase as he gave her a few last-minute instructions that would take about a couple of hours to execute.
‘Any problems, ring Kasumi. It doesn’t matter what time it is there—things have to be in place for tomorrow.’
‘Sure!’ He watched her bristle slightly at the mention of the other PA’s name and inside Luca smiled.
‘Saifu o otoshimashita,’ Luca said, watching her cheeks go pink as he repeated the words he had said to Kasumi. ‘Isha o yonde kudasai.’
‘You can tell her yourself when you see her,’ Emma responded coolly.
‘I’ve dropped my wallet!’ Luca laughed. ‘Can someone please call a doctor? I was practising new phrases!’
He made her laugh, but her little flare of jealousy was acknowledged and out there now—and she didn’t know how to handle him, or this energy that swirled between them. His dangerous offer still dangled in the air and right there at that moment she wanted to reach out and grab it. Maybe she could fake it, Emma thought wildly, maybe she could pretend that she wasn’t a virgin. Maybe her body would just know what to do. Evelyn buzzed and he picked up his briefcase. ‘Don’t bother going back to the office,’ he said, nodding to a PC. ‘Do it from here and then finish up for the day…’ He frowned at her pale face. ‘Actually, have tomorrow off.’
‘I’ve got a full schedule tomorrow.’
‘Cancel it—my orders.’ Luca shrugged. ‘Have a day off and sort out whatever “nothing” is, or, failing that, catch up on some sleep. I’ll see you on Monday.’
And as always, he left home as easily as he left a hotel room—just turned and walked out of the door without a second thought.
As he handed his driver his bag, her voice reached him. ‘Have a safe trip.’
He looked back over his shoulder, a throwaway comment, a rushed farewell on the tip of his tongue, and in that moment he glimpsed it.
Leaving.
How it could feel to leave home.
‘See you Monday.’ His voice was gruff and Emma stood there as he closed the door behind him.