Love In The Air (Part 4 Of 4)
He didn’t want her to be his temp. He wanted her to be permanent.
Where had that errant thought come from? He didn’t even know the woman. Sure, he knew she was beautiful. He knew she smelled nice and had a smile that could light up an entire plane. He knew she was clever.
And he knew the way she made him feel.
“How long will I have you for?” How long did he have to convince her to stay forever?
“It shouldn’t take more than two weeks to find a replacement.” She shrugged. “I’m flexible. I work cheap too. But” – she held up a finger – “if we work late, you have to feed me.”
“Define late.” Could he spend all night with her? Working, that is.
“If I don’t eat every six hours, I get grumpy.” Judging by the way she beamed, he doubted that. “But I’m not fussy, even a piece of chocolate would do me, especially Spanish chocolate. Valor, yum.” She made a noise that caused his entire body to pay attention. “Keep me in that and I’ll be happy.”
He would like to keep her in that. Cover her body with chocolate and then lick it all off. “Do you know anything about the construction business?” He figured he’d, at least, put up a façade that he wanted her for business.
“No, but I know about the hotel business. It can’t be that different.”
That was exactly what his new partner had said, to the word. He knew construction. The old man knew hotels. Both had built empires in two different industries. Why not work together renovating a Barcelona landmark?
Good in theory. The practical had been rough going.
“I’ll teach you.” A lot of things. “Welcome aboard, Tora.” He held out his hand. She took it, her fingers small in his. “I have a feeling we’ll work well together.” In and outside the office.
He didn’t release her hand and she didn’t pull hers away. They sat there, holding hands, each thinking of a turn of the century hotel with a leaky roof and red shag carpeting.
