Happy Mother's Day! by Sharon Kendrick

party was beginning to fold by the time he walked towards her pink-clad back, wondering if he should shake off this sense of persistence and put the whole thing down to experience. If he left now—would he really care? If he never had sex with her again, surely it wouldn’t matter. Wouldn’t the next woman wash her from his memory?
    Yet his eyes were drawn to her neck, its long, slim column exposed by the severe chignon, and he found himself wanting to whisper his lips all the way down it. To bite the soft lobe of one of those perfect ears and whisper into it that he wanted her.
    ‘You seem to make a habit of turning your back on me,’ he observed acidly. ‘Why didn’t you stay?’
    Aisling kept her expression bland as she faced him. ‘By your side?’ Her eyes travelled over his shoulder to where the blonde was staring rather disconsolately in his direction. ‘You looked like you were fully occupied.’
    ‘That isn’t the point,’ he said softly. ‘You’re supposed to be here tonight, working for me.’
    ‘And that’s exactly what I
have
been doing! If you really want me to give you my opinion of how I think the hotel is being run these days, then I can certainly accomplish it better by working the room on my own. Rather than being constantly watched by the spectators,’ she added, glancing across the room to where the blonde had been joined by a popular soap actress, ‘who seem to be following your every move.’
    Gianluca smiled. ‘Jealous?’
    ‘Don’t flatter yourself.’
    ‘The irony is that I don’t usually need to,’ he said coolly. ‘But I take your point,
cara
—and you must have seen enough by now. So let’s go and have dinner. I’ve booked the Starlight.’
    He saw her lips part but he shook his head. ‘No,’ he said flatly. ‘Because the more you fight me, the more determined I become to get my own way.’ He let his gaze drift over her flushed face. ‘If it was anyone else but me, then you’d agree to dinner straight away—because that’s the sort of business you operate in. You can’t make exceptions just
because
it’s me,
cara.
And you really shouldn’t sleep with your clients if you feel that it is going to compromise your ability to do your job properly.’
    ‘That’s a bastard thing to say,’ she whispered.
    He felt a heady thrill at her reaction. ‘And I don’t think calling your boss names in public is setting a very good example, do you?’
    ‘Whereas issuing veiled threats is textbook behaviour, I suppose?’ she retaliated.
    Better and better! ‘If it’s the only way of getting what I want,
cara,
then I’ll do it. So be nice.’ He reached out and touched his finger to the tip of her nose, seeing her blue eyes grow startled.
    But just what
did
he want? Aisling wondered dazedly as they left the ballroom and headed towards the lift. She felt he was playing games with her—as a cruel kind of sport, perhaps? And the trouble was that she didn’t know how to respond to them because the boundaries between them of work and play had become so blurred.
    The Starlight restaurant was aptly named—an awardwinning circular room of windows at the very top of the hotel. Outside, the crescent moon looked close enough to pluck from the night sky and below them lay the goldenbathed Houses of Parliament and the glittering snake of the river as it wound its way through the capital.
    It was one of the most breathtaking views in London and Aisling stood for a moment, just staring down at it.
    ‘Ever been here before?’ he asked.
    ‘Once. A long time ago.’
    But back then she had been excited and impressed by the magical setting of the twinkling stars and the chance of spotting someone famous. Tonight was different. With Gianluca sitting opposite her, it was difficult to concentrate on anything and the richly romantic setting seemed to mock the curious nature of her brief affair with him. How did other women cope in such situations? she wondered. Did they instinctively know