Alex appeared at the doorway looking all gorgeous and rumpled, carrying two cups of coffee and wearing nothing but jeans and, despite her concerns, desire surged through her.
‘Good morning,’ he said, walking over to the bed where Phoebe lay quivering beneath the sheets. He didn’t look as if he had a problem with her behaviour last night, she thought as he set the cups down on the bedside table. But who knew? He could be lulling her into a false sense of security. Getting her all languid and pliable before, bam, he hit her with the news that he’d decided to install his own team after all.
His own team, who probably wouldn’t jump into bed with him at the first available opportunity.
He sat down and planted his hands either side of her. Phoebe felt like groaning and burying her face in the pillow. ‘Uh, morning.’
Alex leaned down and kissed her. He’d brushed his teeth. That really wasn’t fair.
‘Phoebe?’ he said, pulling back and looking down at her with concern.
‘Uh-huh.’
‘What’s the matter?’
‘Nothing.’
He frowned. ‘Do you regret last night?’
‘No. Yes. Maybe.’ Her gaze slid over his shoulder and she bit on her lip. ‘Do you?’
‘Not at all.’
‘Oh,’ she said, slightly disconcerted by the gleam in his eye. ‘Good.’
‘So what is it?’
‘I was just wondering where I stand with regard to the job.’
He visibly relaxed. ‘Is that all?’
‘All?’ She glared at him. ‘Don’t you realise how important it is to me?’
‘I have some idea.’
‘I’d do pretty much anything to hang onto it.’
‘Anything?’ He arched an eyebrow.
Phoebe blushed. ‘Well, not anything exactly.’ She paused. ‘I hope you don’t think I went to bed with you to secure it or something.’
‘I don’t think that. At least I didn’t.’ He frowned slightly. ‘Did you go to bed with me to secure it?’
‘Of course I didn’t,’ she said heatedly. ‘I went to bed with you because it had got to the stage when I couldn’t not. You were right. This…’ How could she begin t
o describe it?
‘Chemistry.’
‘Yes, chemistry…has been tearing me apart.’
Alex grinned. ‘Well, I’m glad that’s cleared up.’
‘It’s not cleared up.’
Alex ran a hand through his hair. ‘Is this conversation ever going to make sense?’
‘Agh.’ She batted him on the arm. ‘Just tell me. Do I or do I not have the job?’