Nicola Marsh by The Boss's Bedroom Agenda

Author:The Boss's Bedroom Agenda
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Published: 2012-05-06T08:09:39+00:00

CHAPTER EIGHT

‘YOUshould’ve told me.’

Beth unlocked her front door and pushed it open, flinging a mischievous look over her shoulder with a toss of her silky blonde hair. ‘Why? I knew you’d find out soon enough.’

Shaking his head, Aidan followed her into the cavernous warehouse, hoping the inside was a lot more inviting than the bleak exterior.

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‘You got that right.’ He blinked as she flicked on switches, flooding a suspended wooden walkway in light. ‘Unfortunately, I get to find out that my newest wannabe tour guide is actually a star sculptor when I see her name on the programme, and how much her art is worth rather than hearing it from the sculptor herself.’

She chuckled, the throaty, full-on laugh he’d grown way too fond of way too quickly.

‘It’s your fault. I was going to tell you before you wrinkled your uppity nose at my best work in ages and said it was “too modern”.’

His mouth twitched as he feigned indignation. ‘There’s nothing uppity about my nose and I definitely didn’t sound like Barry White on steroids when I said it was too modern.’

Unfortunately, he thought, considering most women were into that soul-deep crooning-voice thing, as he followed her down the walkway before stepping down a small flight of stairs into a room the size of a small aircraft hangar.

She laughed and crooked a finger over her shoulder, beckoning him to follow. As if he needed to be asked twice.

‘Some place.’

He did a three-sixty, taking in the eclectic mix of rippled steel ceiling, white-washed stone walls, honey-coloured wooden slat blinds over monstrous windows and the largest, brightest splashes of paint passing as pictures hanging on the walls at various spots throughout the warehouse.

‘I like it.’ She headed into a tiny kitchenette at odds with the size of the rest of the place. ‘What would you like to drink?’

‘Coffee’s fine. Black, one sugar, thanks.’

He headed over to a spotlit corner featuring a giant Japanese screen inlaid with the finest mother-of-pearl cherry-blossom motif. It was a work of art and he couldn’t help but run his fingertips over the exquisite work.

He missed the fieldwork, missed the excitement of searching, the thrill of discovering ancient items of beauty. Things like this screen were made for the world to appreciate yet the closest he got these days was staring at priceless pieces behind the glass of a museum cabinet with the rest of the public rather than touching and feeling and experiencing the sheer rush of finding a beautiful artefact.

He couldn’t wait to get back out there and the sooner Abe returned from his R & R, the sooner he could get back to the digs.

‘If you like the screen, wait till you get a load of what’s behind it.’

She joined him, handing over a mug of steaming coffee before stepping around the screen and jerking her head to indicate he should follow.

‘This is where I work. Though I guess it’s not really your thing, being somodern and all.’

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