Did Someone Order Room Service?: HarperImpulse Contemporary Romance Novella (Do Not Disturb, Book 2) by Charlotte Phillips Read Free Book Online Page A

that would be great.’ He began to count things off on his fingers. ‘I also need to keep some control over my nutrition, so I’ll provide you with a list of foods I require and those I want to exclude and you can use that to liaise with the kitchen. I assume that won’t be a problem?’
    She stared at him for a moment, wrongfooted, before her brain clicked into gear and she started making hasty notes as he carried on with a list of run-of-the-mill tasks. The most exciting, and
exciting
was actually a real stretch here, were a list of box set DVD’s he wanted tracked down.
    Part of her was busy being grateful that she was more than up for the job. There was nothing exactly taxing here. If the list was anything to go by she was going to be bored out of her skull all week. The other part of her was knocked sideways by the revelation that actually, this wasn’t about sex, and what the hell was that dragging feeling in her stomach all about? It intensified as the mundane list grew. And she absolutely refused to countenance that it might be disappointment. The last thing she needed or wanted was to pick up where they’d left off the previous evening.
    Had he decided on reflection that their encounter simply wasn’t worth a second run? It might have been off-the-scale memorable to her but he probably screwed women on dining tables every night of the week. What a stupid arrogant fool she’d been to think he might want to do it more than once with run-of-the-mill sensible and boring Layla Jones.
    Turned out he really did want a PA/Admin assistant. Who knew? Apparently sports stars with crazy sex lives still had filing and phone calls to take care of.
    ‘Perhaps you’d like to have some coffee sent up and we can run through the details?’
    She made the call while he crossed to the fireplace and sat down on one of the two velvet sofas. She followed him and sat down opposite him. The dining table sat to one side of the suite like the elephant in the room and the faint look of amusement that hung in his eyes told her that he was enjoying that fact, and was watching her awkwardness with interest.
    ‘I’ll take meals up in the suite rather than using the restaurant,’ he said.
    ‘I guessed that would be the case,’ she said, making a note.
    ‘Did you?’ he said pointedly, watching her intently as she looked up, her cheeks warming. ‘Why is that?’
    He was clearly alluding to the grainy pictures of his naked backside that were currently going viral on the internet. Surely he must know his scandalous behaviour of the previous month or so had been trending on Twitter?
    ‘You wouldn’t be the first celebrity guest to make that kind of demand,’ she said, choosing her words carefully. ‘They worry that they’ll be hassled for autographs while they’re eating their toast and marmalade.’
    If she was trying, with her forced professional attitude, to keep the slant of disapproval out of her voice she failed epically. Matt leaned back easily on the sofa and watched her carefully. Unable to sleep the previous evening after her sudden exit curtailed his plans in the most frustrating of ways, and unable to get out of this damned hotel and distract himself at a nightclub or party, he’d instead spent hours being needled by the fact she’d run out on him. It was the contradiction that bothered him. The fact she could have indulged herself so fully in that moment and yet afterward was so desperate to undo it. He’d got his way, letting it slide now would be the sensible thing to do. Yet her lack of interest drove him crazy.
    Frankly, he had precious little else to amuse him this week. He needed some respite from the insanity of his training schedule. His team had brought in a new English coach for a different perspective and he was under scrutiny from the moment he arrived at the tennis club until he arrived back here in the late afternoon. And since he’d agreed not to be seen going out, partying or socialising until his