Boss's Christmas Seduction by Yvonne Lindsay

Author:Yvonne Lindsay
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Silhouette
Published: 2006-10-19T04:00:00+00:00

Eight

A tall gentleman with silver hair waited at the edge of the patio to greet them.

“Thompson, this is Miss Christmas, who will be staying with me.”

“Certainly, sir. I’ll take Miss Christmas’s things up to the master suite—”

“I don’t have a bag.” Holly interrupted, adding silently, I don’t have anything. No possessions. No choice. Nothing.

“I’m sure we can accommodate your needs for one night,” Connor gave Thompson a look that demanded an affirmative answer.

“Certainly we can,” the other man carried on smoothly, not even a wrinkle of curiosity or concern marring his expressionless features. “I’ve prepared drinks on the patio for you. Dinner will be brought through in about fifteen minutes if that’s all right with you, sir.”

“Sounds fine, Thompson. Thank you.” Connor pulled out a comfortably cushioned patio chair, “Sit down.”

It was more of a command than an invitation. She accepted the chair he offered and gazed around her apprehensively. This really was some place. A subtly lit pool glimmered deep turquoise green over to her left, while cleverly positioned up-lights cast a glow over rough-hewn stone blocks, making the house seem more like a living thing than a building. Subtropical native palms and ferns clustered in the garden while hints of colour could be picked out in the soft night light from lush red begonias and bromeliads strategically planted for effect.

“The garden is beautiful,” she blurted, as she accepted a flute filled with sparkling golden liquid. She lifted the glass to her lips, then hesitated. Should she even be drinking alcohol? Lord, she had no idea what she should be doing. While she denied wanting the child, and would do anything to undo the fact that she’d fallen pregnant in the first place, some instinct halted her hand.

“It’s sparkling grape juice, no alcohol.” Connor sipped his own glass as he leaned back in his chair. “Do you like gardening?” Connor tilted his head to one side. Shadowed as he was, she couldn’t make out his expression.

“Well, if I had time I’m sure I would.”

Connor forced himself to hold his tongue at her stilted response. Time? She’d have plenty of time in the coming months, he’d make certain of that.

He suddenly realised that even though, as his PA, she’d basically run his days, and many of his weekends, for the past three years, he still knew little about her. Nothing bar what made her eyes deepen and darken in exquisite pleasure and how the cool satin of her skin heated to his touch and flushed a delicate rose in the height of passion. His groin tightened in flaming response—a response he ruthlessly quashed with sudden loathing at his own unbridled reaction.

“Well, Thompson won’t mind a bit of company in the garden if you want to test your green fingers.” A sardonic smile played at his lips as she shot daggers of fury from her eyes.

“I hardly think that one night will make any difference to your Mr. Thompson.”

The subtle sound of rubber-soled shoes on the slate-tiled patio announced Thompson’s return. “Here’s our meal.

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