Hired for the Boss's Bedroom by Cathy Williams Read Free Book Online

that you’re going to doze off in the middle of my conversation?’ he said, sipping his wine and looking at her over the rim of his glass. ‘My ego would never recover.’
    ‘And we both know that you’ve got a very healthy one of those,’ Heather murmured. His eyes were hypnotic. She could stare into them for ever.
    ‘I’m going to say thank you, even though I have a sneaking suspicion that there wasn’t anything complimentary behind the observation.’
    ‘My head feels a little woolly.’
    ‘In which case, we’d better get you to the sitting room. Leave all this debris. I’ll tidy it up.’
    ‘You will? You’re domestically challenged—you said that yourself. Do you even know what a dishwasher looks like?’
    Leo gave a low laugh and looked at her. She was as soft and full as a peach. Her hair was a riot of gold ringlets framing her face, giving her a look that was impossibly feminine. No hard edges there. Sitting across from her as they had eaten had required a lot of restraint. He had watched her as she tipped her head back, her eyes half-closed, so that she could savour the noodles on her chopsticks, and he had had to shift his body because it had been so damned uncomfortable dealing with his aching erection.
    ‘You seem to forget that I had a childhood,’ he told her drily. ‘And there was no one around then to do my bidding. My brother and I had our list of chores every day, and some of them included clearing the table after meals.’ Another memory that had not surfaced for a very long time.
    ‘I can’t imagine you doing chores. I bet you paid your brother to do yours for you.’ Heather had never met Alex. She knew that he was away somewhere distant and exotic and had been for a while.
    ‘Come on. I’m going to get you into the sitting room.’ The shutters had come down with the mention of his brother, and he stood up. But as she pushed herself away from the table he moved quickly around, and was sweeping her off her feet, taking her by surprise and therefore finding little resistance.
    After a few startled seconds, Heather wriggled against him.
    ‘What are you doing ?’
    ‘I’m carrying you into your sitting room. You look a little wobbly on your feet.’
    ‘I’m perfectly capable of walking three inches!’
    ‘Stop struggling.’
    ‘You’ll pull a muscle in your back, lifting me up! ‘After all her smug satisfaction at how amazingly adult she had been—chatting to Leo as though he was just another perfectly normal guy who didn’t rattle her cage—she could now feel every nerve ending in her body screaming in response to this physical contact. His chest was hard and muscular and the hands supporting her were strong and sinewy; all those stirrings, of whatever the heck they were that she didn’t want, were flooding through her in a tidal wave.
    The more she wriggled, the more the stirring magnified, so she stopped wriggling and told herself to get a grip.
    ‘There.’ Leo deposited her gently on the squashy sofa in the sitting room and stood back, looking down at her. ‘Ordeal over.’ He wasn’t sure whether to be amused or disgruntled at her frantic efforts to bolt.
    ‘It wasn’t an ordeal ,’ Heather told him, gathering herself into a sitting position. ‘I was—I was just concerned for you…’ Her heartbeat should have been returning to normal, but it wasn’t.
    ‘Concerned?’
    ‘I’m not the lightest person in the world.’ She spelled it out for him, willing herself to get back into sensible, protective mode.
    Leo sat on the sofa and she immediately squirmed into a cross-legged position, her hands resting lightly on her knees.
    ‘I have no idea what you’re talking about.’
    ‘It doesn’t matter.’
    ‘You do that.’
    ‘What?’
    ‘Introduce a topic and then suddenly decide to back off before you can explain what you’re talking about.’
    ‘There’s nothing to explain.’ She gave a careless shrug and linked her fingers together. ‘I just think