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placed this particular order. It just seems a little excessive to me…’
    He watched as she stood up and bent over to take the file from him.
    Everything back to normal. Except…he couldn’t help his eyes from drifting towards the neckline of her blouse, following it down to where, as she straightened, it fell softly over her breasts. Everything about her appearance was neat and smart, but there was a fire burning there. He had sensed it during their conversation and he could almost catch hold of wisps of memory about the Friday before, teasing little recollections of her moaning hotly as he had touched her.
    Nick shook his head.
    Not each other’s type. That much was true. His type, from as far back as when he had been an adolescent, was along Gina’s lines. Voluptuously built women with long hair and bodies that swayed with blatant sexuality.
    And Lucy… His eyes drifted back towards her. Yes, he could see that she would be attracted to the clean-cut, boy-next-door kind of man, someone pleasant, easygoing, nice. Dull, in other words.
    He turned his chair at an angle so that he had his profile towards her and stared absent-mindedly through the large window.
    â€˜Are you all right?’
    Nick inclined his head towards Lucy, who had gathered her various files and was standing hesitantly by the chair in which she had previously been sitting.
    â€˜What did you think of Gina?’ he asked curiously.‘You met her a few times over the months you’ve been working with me. What did you think of her?’
    The question threw Lucy, not least because she had never felt a great deal of empathy towards the woman. She had always assumed that that was because she was, quite simply, Nick’s wife.
    â€˜She was amazingly beautiful,’ Lucy told him truthfully.
    â€˜Disregard her looks for a moment.’
    â€˜Well…I can’t say I ever really had any long conversations with her.’
    â€˜You didn’t like her, did you?’
    â€˜Yes, of course I did!’ She flushed hotly and he cast a jaundiced, sidelong look at her for a few brief seconds.
    Of course she hadn’t liked her, he thought with blinding clarity. Gina had never been the sort of woman who had felt the need to cultivate the friendship of other women. They would never have been able to give her the undiluted attention she craved. He couldn’t remember her having any close female friends, simply wives of wealthy men whose company she maintained because they had been a necessary part of her vital social life.
    â€˜Did you?’ he murmured more to himself than to her, and Lucy held herself very still, straining forward to catch his words. ‘My mother never approved, you know.’ Another confidence that he now somehow found himself compelled to confess. ‘She thought that Gina and I weren’t suited. As far as she was concerned, Gina was too flamboyant.’
    â€˜Which just goes to show that love can survive other people’s opinions,’ Lucy said stoically. ‘Parents can be very critical when it comes to their children’s partners,’ she continued lamely when he failed to reply.
    Nick sighed and swivelled round to face her. ‘Now, Iwould bet that you have never given your parents any cause to be critical.’
    Lucy looked at his dark, handsome face, each hard line and angle a revelation of power and beauty, his every movement as economically graceful as an athlete’s, and she thought that her parents would be vastly critical were they ever to find out what had taken place between their well-behaved, respectable daughter and her charismatic boss. Shocked and critical.
    â€˜No,’ she said, turning away. ‘Is that all? Shall I get back to work now?’
    â€˜Yes. I think we have said all there is to say.’
    â€˜I think we have,’ Lucy agreed quietly. ‘And I would be grateful if…if no more is mentioned