the suit accentuated her curves perfectly while presenting clean lines that said she was all business. "Patrick knows I have a taste for the croissants from the patisserie downstairs, so he'll probably have left some in the fridge." She tugged the fridge door open and set the bakery box on the bench. "More than enough for both of us."
Luce barely tasted his breakfast. He couldn't keep his eyes off Mel – he'd never seen her wear these clothes before. Even the aqua scarf she tied at her throat was new to him. When she leaned over to put on her shoes, he couldn’t resist her any more.
Mel carefully peeled his hand off her arse. "Luce, this is a business meeting. We have to remain professional for at least a few hours. When it's over, then you can misbehave."
"I can't help it," he replied, devouring her with his eyes instead. "Your skirt is taunting me. It's moulded so perfectly to your body that it's making me jealous."
She laughed. "Luce, you're staring at my bum again."
He wanted to apologise, but he knew he'd be lying if he said he was sorry. "We should probably get going," he said instead.
When they arrived, a secretary ushered them straight through to a meeting room where three men already waited.
"Andy, Charles, Alexander," Luce said as he shook hands with each of them. 'This is Mel." He waved her forward and reined in his jealousy as each man took her hand.
"What happened to your old PA? The cheeky brunette?" Andy asked as he ensconced himself on a chair.
Luce's heart sank. They wouldn't be asking after Persephone if they'd met with her recently. "I expected her to travel here and meet with you. I take it she hasn't?"
Three heads shook.
"We'll just have to manage without her. It seems she's not as useful as I'd hoped." Luce gave a bland smile. "That's why Mel's here."
Charles grinned, dragging his chair closer to the table. "But the last one had such a firm grasp of the principles behind a national system like ours."
Luce tried not to stare. Is that how Persephone had managed to negotiate such favourable terms in the UK? Had she seduced the government officials, too?
Mel cleared her throat. "I believe in this case, we require more than just a firm grasp on what lies behind. In order for this relationship to work, the HELL Corporation must have an intimate knowledge of the anatomy of the entire system, both inside and out. That, Director General, is why I'm here." The serene smile never left her face.
Luce melted. That voice and that tone and…
Mel's hand clamped over his before his fingers could creep any higher up her thigh. The others didn't look like they'd noticed a thing – they seemed to be sharing similar thoughts to the fantasy spinning through Luce's head, though they couldn't know Mel's body anywhere near as well as he did.
Alexander recovered first. "That sounds ambitious, so perhaps we'd best get started."
Within fifteen minutes, Luce had started to doze. Mel's gentle nudge under the table brought him back to the present, but it didn't seem to be more interesting than the contents of his own head. With Mel's help, he managed to keep his eyes open for the rest of the meeting, but it was a challenge. Negotiating the agreements between the UK government and the HELL Corporation was one thing, but hashing out all the details was so tedious he swore he'd make underlings deal with it for every other contract he'd secured or he'd murder someone. Was there any chance Mel would be willing to…
Mel gave a tiny head-shake.
After what seemed like forever – which, according to Luce's watch was really less than two hours – Mel said, "Thank you, gentlemen. I think that pretty much covers the groundwork for our relationship. I'll take my notes back to the office and get some of our staff to work on the details. Once we're done, I'll see to it that you're sent the complete proposal." She gathered her papers and tucked them into her folder. Her fingers stroked the golden-brown leather once and were
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