The Boss's Surprise Son (6 page)

“We’re both family-owned and family-run companies.
And our styles are very similar—‘comfortable chic,’ Savannah called it last night.”

With nothing to lose, Rick spoke from the heart. “I know you’re hesitant about going forward with the project, but I hope you decide in our favor. The fact is we fit very well indeed. And I’m excited about the prospect of working together. I think I can learn a lot from you.”

“Hmm.” Albert stood with his arms crossed, nodding. They were totally mixed signals: one said he was closed off, the other that he was listening. He turned to Savannah, who had drifted to the background during the tour. She’d asked a few questions but had mostly followed quietly as the men wandered and talked.

“Beautiful lady, what am I to make of this bloke? Upstairs he is cold and calculating, so serious with the numbers. But down here he comes alive, and shows passion and heart. Which is the true man?” Albert asked.

Savannah smiled. “Both, of course. Upstairs he’s looking forward to what could be. He knows his business and the numbers tell of the possibilities. Here—” she spread her arms to indicate the vacant space they’d returned to “—it becomes real. He can see his store, feel it, breathe it. And, yes, he’s serious about his business. He is the heart of Sullivans’ Jewels.”

Crosse angled his head at Rick. “Beautiful and loyal. You are lucky, Rick, to have someone who believes in you so strongly.”

“Yes.” Truthfully her response had surprised Rick. He knew he’d been tough on her from the beginning, yet
she’d nailed him with that comment. He found it more than a little disconcerting.

“I have much to think about,” Albert stated. “I’ll have my assistant contact you regarding a time when we can meet tomorrow.”

“Is it all right if we view the other London properties as time allows?” Rick requested.

“I see no harm in that,” Crosse agreed.

Rick inclined his head. “We’ll be waiting for your call.”

Happy to be out of the snow and cold, Savannah crawled into the back of a taxi, scooting over to allow room for Rick. As she settled into the worn leather seat, her relief at being out of the weather shattered as her hand came to rest against Rick’s muscular thigh on the bench seat.

Immediately the heat of his body warmed the backs of her icy fingers. For the thousandth time that day she rued forgetting her gloves at home.

Rick’s head whipped around. It took every ounce of poise she possessed to meet the awareness in his blue gaze with a semblance of calm professionalism.

Unfair. Unfair. What a cosmic joke if she had to fight him as well as herself to keep their relationship on a business level.

She racked her mind for something to distract his attention from her. A street sign caught her attention. “Buckingham Palace. It must be close, can we drive by?”

He looked over his shoulder at her with lifted brows, but he leaned forward and spoke to the driver.

“Thank you.” She’d seen some lovely sights as they made their way through town to the Crosse properties— St. Paul’s Cathedral, the Millennium Bridge. Seen but not experienced.

“I know we’re here on business, but please tell me we’ll get some free time to actually visit some of these beautiful sights.”

She saw him looking at her out of the corner of his eye. “I suppose you deserve something for your interference today,” Rick conceded. “You were right about Crosse. He needed reassurance. You saw that and quite possibly saved the deal.”

“I hope so.” She shifted so she faced him. Watched as he lifted a hand to smother a yawn. The muscles in his throat worked and her mouth watered. “I liked Crosse.”

“He liked you, too.” That was the second time in two days he’d said a man liked her. Knowing she shouldn’t go there, she couldn’t prevent the question from popping out.

“Do you?” she asked.

“Yes. I was being honest with him. I really do think I can learn from him.”

“No,” she corrected, “do you like
me?
”

His profile froze before he slowly turned and shot her a harassed glare. “What do you mean?”

“Never mind, it doesn’t matter.” What was she think
ing asking such a personal question? Other than that somehow his answer mattered a great deal to her.

“What are you talking about?” he asked, genuine puzzlement in his tone. “Everyone likes you.”

“So you seem to think.” Stop this now, she pleaded with herself. But she didn’t care about everyone; she cared about him. “But what about
you?
I know you think I talk too much.”

“You do,” he said with casual ease. “But I’m getting used to it. I even learn things, like ‘comfortable chic.’”

She grinned. His announcement had both surprised and pleased her. “I noticed how you used that.” And how he’d skipped over her question.

“I meant what I said. You changed the direction of the meeting today. Thank you.”

“I’m sure you would have noticed before it was too late.”

“Don’t start lying to me now, Savannah. I like to think I would have caught on eventually, but you don’t think so or you wouldn’t have interrupted.”

“Well, you were overexcited—”

He laughed. “Now that’s something I’ve never been accused of before.”

“It’s not a bad thing. And you’re entitled. Oh look, it’s the guards with the bearskin hats. And, oh, the palace.”

The view was out Rick’s window and she had to lean forward and toward him to catch sight of the grand palace. Even in her excitement she noticed how good he
smelled, clean with a hint of spice. It made her want to snuggle close, and she’d already practically climbed in his lap in order to see better.

“Savannah.” He ground out the throaty protest.

And, of course, he was right. The one time under extreme conditions on the plane could be excused; twice and it was getting to be a bad habit.

“Sorry.” She eased back into her own space and lost all sight of the palace. “Driver, please stop,” she called.

“What are you doing?” Rick demanded.

“I’m getting out. I can’t come to London and not see the palace. I’ll find my own way back.”

“It’s freezing out there. Literally.”

“I’ll be fine. I may even find a shop to buy some gloves.”

She reached for her purse and when she looked up she saw an odd flash of emotion cross Rick’s face. The vulnerability in his hooded gaze stunned her, brought a lump to her throat. For a moment, the strong, confident man looked lonely.

“You should come with me,” she heard herself say. “We can find a pub and have some fish and chips.”

He hesitated, then surprised her by nodding. “Sure. I could eat.”

A
S A DISTRACTION
, Buckingham Palace ranked right up there with chocolate and shopping in Savannah’s estimation. In fact, having a studly companion as she strolled the block fronting the majestic building and grounds didn’t suck either.

The snow-drenched grounds were well-lit, as was the massive building with majestic columns and row upon row of windows. And, of course, the beautiful Nash statue of Queen Victoria. It was awe-inspiring to consider the longevity and history incorporated in this palace. She definitely needed to come back for a tour.

“Thanks,” she said to Rick, blowing on her hands to warm them as the cold finally drove her to leave. “Ready for the fish and chips now?”

“You bet.” Rick stopped a local to ask after a good pub, and minutes later they were seated at a scarred wooden table in a room crowded with tables and people. Soccer and rugby equipment along with player jerseys lined the walls while a rugby game played on several mounted TVs. In a back room a rowdy group erupted with cheers and groans.

“Dart tournament tonight, folks,” a dark-haired waitress said as she stopped by the table. In her mid-forties, she was comfortably lush in a green T-shirt and blue jeans. “It’ll be pretty loud.”

“It’s perfect.” Savannah grinned at her. “I flat-out confess to being a tourist, so it’s all part of the experience for me.”

“Aye, and my guess is you’ll be wanting some fish and chips and a pint. Where do you come to us from?”

“San Diego.” Savannah rubbed her hands together. “Where it’s much warmer this time of year. And yes, I’m going to be totally typical and get the fish and chips. And what the heck, I’ll try the pint, too.”

“You got it, doll. I’ll bring you something pale.” She turned her attention to Rick. Friendly when she spoke to Savannah, her gaze turned downright predatory as it ran over his body. “How about you, sweet thing?”

Savannah hid a smile behind her hand as red color flooded his cheeks.

He cleared his throat. “I’ll have the same.”

“Aye, and I’ll bring you something dark.” She shifted closer to him with a roll of well-rounded hips. “You look man enough to handle it.”

With a lingering backward glance she disappeared into the crowd.

“Oh, she likes you,” Savannah teased him. “Just let me know if you need me to make myself scarce.”

“That woman just ate me alive with her eyes.” He shook his finger at Savannah. “Under no circumstances are you to leave me alone with that cougar.”

“Cougar?” She laughed. “Oh my, does she scare you?”

“I’m an intelligent man, so hell yeah.”

She grinned. “Don’t worry, I’ll protect your virtue—or should I say manhood? I mean really, what if we were a couple?”

He pinned her with an intent stare. “Sweetheart, for the next hour, we are.”

“What? You don’t think she’d play by your
rules?
” How dangerous to play with him like this, but she couldn’t resist.

“The rules are there so no one gets hurt.” He defended his system with a flick of his eyes toward the bar and the woman under discussion. “She doesn’t look like she’s afraid of pain.”

“It hurts so good?” she teased provocatively.

His gaze flashed back to her. “You’re shocking me, Ms. Jones.”

Yeah, she’d rather shocked herself. “You brought it up. Besides, I’m not as innocent as you seem to think.”

“Sure you are,” he assured her, certainty clear as crystal in his tone, “and it has nothing to do with how many lovers you’ve had. You’re caring and giving. Genuine. You bring everyone around you to a higher level.”

“Wow,” she breathed, inordinately pleased by his assessment. She knew she got on his nerves sometimes and she was nowhere near his intellectual equal, so his comment touched her deeply. About to gush, she pulled herself back. He’d hate that. Instead she blessed him with a cheeky smile. “So you
do
like me.”

He grinned and shook his head. “Sometimes.”

“Uh-uh, be nice. Here comes the waitress with our food.”

He lifted one dark brow. “Maybe you’re not so innocent after all. You’ve got a mean streak.”

“Oh, I bet I’m just a kitten next to the cougar.”

“Just stay close.”

“I will, I promise.” She scooted back her chair. “As soon as I get back from the restroom.”

“What?” he demanded in mock outrage. “Some friend you are.”

“Come on, we both know you can handle her. Be right back.”

She made quick work of her trip to the bathroom, not because she was worried about Rick—he could take care of himself. But she was having fun and didn’t want to miss a minute of the adventure.

Over fish and chips they got involved in the rugby game, she rooting for Ireland while he cheered for Wales. The dart tournament got louder still, the waitress flirted some more and Savannah had a ball.

The game ended and they donned their coats and walked down the street toward Buckingham Palace to catch a cab. It amazed her that some of the shops were still open, but when she glanced at her watch it was only seven.

“Wait. In here.” Rick caught her hand. Startled by the searing touch she stopped in her tracks. He pulled her toward a leather and coat shop. “We can get you some gloves.”

“Oh, no,” She held back. “I’ll find some closer to the hotel.”

“Come on. Let’s at least see what they have.” He opened the door and ushered her inside.

The rich scent of leather pleasantly filled the small store. Savannah reluctantly followed Rick to the accessory section where he selected several pairs for her to try on. She did so, marveling at the suppleness and warmth. She particularly enjoyed a pair made of leather with a fleece lining; the quality and fit were exquisite. They were so soft, so warm she didn’t want to take them off. But she must.

“Those are a nice fit,” Rick said.

“Yes.” A little sad, a little embarrassed, she pulled them off. “Rick, it’s so nice of you to stop here, but, really, I can’t afford these.”

“But you like them?”

“Of course.” She placed them back on the rack. “But that’s not the point.”

“It’s exactly the point.” He retrieved the gloves and handed them to the hovering clerk along with a pair of men’s gloves. “We’ll take both.”

“Rick, no,” Savannah protested. “I can’t get these.”

“You’re not. I’m getting them.”

Touched, she still shook her head. “I can’t let you do that.”

“You have no choice. They’re a gift for your help today.” He handed the clerk his credit card.

“Rick, this isn’t necessary.”

“I know. I want to get them for you.” After pocketing
his wallet he placed the bag in her hands. “Thank you.”

“No, thank
you.
” Letting the fun and ease of the evening direct her, she gave in to impulse and lifted onto her toes to kiss his cheek.

Desire flared in his eyes. He appeared to struggle with himself for a moment, then he lowered his head and covered her mouth with his. For one glorious minute he consumed her, drawing a response from her that met his passionate demand.

When he pulled back, she’d all but forgotten where she was.

While she regrouped, he ran a finger down her cheek. “My apologies. That’s the last time that can happen.”

Not quite able to wrap her tongue around words, she nodded mutely.

With a return to his stoic expression, he stepped back. “We should head back to the hotel.”

Rick stared hard at his reflection in the mirror the next morning as he finished shaving. He didn’t look any different. Didn’t really feel different, but something was off.

Maybe it was jet lag or something in the water here in England, but there had to be an explanation for his uncharacteristic behavior. Playing tourist, flirting, kissing his assistant: Was he insane? He had no business having fun.

Okay, that was wrong. He deserved to have fun as much as the next guy. But not with Savannah. He had
no business having fun with his assistant. The next time she wanted to play tourist she was on her own.

Huh, that thought certainly took the punch out of his day. He attributed the curious sense of letdown to delayed jet lag rather than to the disquieting notion of Savannah being out and about on her own. Not that she’d hesitate. The woman was fearless, which wasn’t the same as being safe. Though the Lord knew she made friends wherever she went. Take the cougar last night. Propositioning him in the hallway one moment and laughing like old friends with Savannah the next.

He tossed down the towel and reached for his deodorant.

The problem was, he’d had a great time last night.

Watching the game, sharing the camaraderie of the crowd, eating the simple but good food. And with Savannah seated across from him making him laugh.

Swish and rinse. Finished, he dropped his toothbrush in a cup and set his shaving kit aside.

Again she’d made him laugh. He enjoyed the company of women, but they didn’t engage him. He didn’t let them. But Savannah slid under his guard and challenged him in so many ways.

But it had to stop. No more laughing, no more flirting, no more giving her gifts, and certainly no more nibbling on her plump bottom lip.

Now he felt downright deflated. Yes, it was definitely jet lag.

The phone was ringing when he entered the parlor suite. Savannah sat at the table eating muffins for breakfast.
She began to rise, but he waved her off and answered the phone himself.

It was Crosse calling to set up an appointment for four that afternoon.

“His attorneys are going over the changes and they’ll have a counteroffer to us within the next couple of days,” Rick told Savannah after hanging up the phone. “We’ll have two days to review and respond. He’s hoping we’ll be able to celebrate with dinner before we leave.”

“That’s great news,” she enthused. “Did he say what the changes were?”

“No, but he said they were minor. I’m not expecting anything too shocking.”

He was right. When the contract arrived and they reviewed the noted changes, most were in areas where Rick had already built in room for negotiation. Only one required him to get on the phone to the company attorney.

He and Savannah made a good team, taking care of the details and wrapping up loose ends. He felt great going into the meeting the next day.

His confidence was rewarded when an agreement was reached and the contracts were signed. The relief and satisfaction were huge, even more so than when he’d closed the deal with Emerson. Maybe because he’d come close to failing this time, something he wasn’t used to, but he didn’t think so; this fit felt right. He respected Crosse and they actually hit it off once they began to communicate properly.

He spent the rest of the week viewing properties and interviewing local contractors and vendors. He was so pleased with their progress he gave in to Savannah’s wishes for some tourist time on their last day as long as she was back in time for dinner with the Crosses.

“I don’t know where to start.” All smiles, she headed straight for the stack of brochures she’d been collecting. Fanning them in front of her, she invited, “You choose.”

He really wanted to—he’d had the best time at the pub with her their first night in London, and knew he’d have a blast jetting around town with her.

But… “You go on without me,” he declined. “I have some loose ends to tie up here first.” It was better this way. He’d already relaxed his standards around her more than with any other employee. He needed to rein him self in, which might be more boring but was safer all around.

He finished the bit of business he wanted to do and then wandered over to the Tower of London. A jeweler could hardly come to town without viewing the Crown Jewels. The Imperial State Crown was a marvel in itself. Over three thousand precious jewels—diamonds, emeralds, sapphires and rubies—manifested the majesty of the headpiece.

Yeah. “You are what you wear” was by no means a modern edict. A thought that proved true when he moved over to the display of royal armory. Fascinating stuff, but the third time he found himself turning to draw
Savannah’s attention to something and being frustrated when she wasn’t there, he decided it was time to go.

Back at the hotel he freshened up and changed into a suit and tie and then opened his laptop to go through his emails while he waited for Savannah.

He’d been at it thirty minutes when the door to Savannah’s room opened and she entered the room.

“I’m ready.”

Rick glanced from the report he was reading to the clock in the corner of the screen. Excellent. They had fifteen minutes to get downstairs, where Crosse and his wife would pick them up.

Things were definitely looking up.

Until he glanced over and saw Savannah in a hot little black dress that made his mouth literally water. The dark color showcased her pale skin, while the swirl of the skirt and her spiked heels made her legs look as though they went on forever. And the shimmering peach lipstick painted on her lush lips tempted him to take a bite.

He was in
so
much trouble.

The Crosses had reservations for them at the Criterion restaurant, a jewel of Piccadilly Square since 1873. Stunned to be in one of London’s finest restaurants, Savannah felt truly a part of this historic city. The glam our, sophistication and elegance made her feel special. The gilded ceilings, magnificent grand windows and towering arches were awe-inspiring. Gold and marble
oozed lavishness from every angle, an excellent example of old-world grandeur and timeless elegance.

Crossing her ankles under the table, Savannah silently thanked Claudia for insisting she bring the little black dress on her trip. The silky slide of the material over her body gave her confidence, something she desperately needed with Albert’s wife, Paulette, sitting across from her.

Beautiful, elegant and well-spoken, the woman epitomized everything Savannah wanted to be and fell short of.

Feeling out of her depth she was prepared to slide into the background but Paulette, both gracious and friendly, drew her into the conversation. Savannah held her own, and she soon relaxed, enjoying a glass of wine while laughing and chatting as the meal progressed.