A Professional Engagement. Darcy Maguire

‘By the look on your face I’d have to say Mr Steel hasn’t broached the subject with you yet.’ She glanced at him with questioning eyes. ‘I’m sorry. Mr Steel came to me and requested that I come and have a chat with you, to let you know that help is available…’ Her voice faded. ‘If you need it.’

      He lifted his eyebrows, shooting the woman a sardonic look. There was no way in hell he’d need help to propose!

      The woman bit her bottom lip. ‘I understand you’ve been going out with his daughter for some time now?’

      ‘Yes,’ he said tightly.

      ‘Of course, the most important thing is that you propose to your girlfriend in your own time, when you’re ready…’

      Rick let out the breath he’d been holding. ‘Thank you. I appreciate your consideration. I think Thomas Steel may have forgotten that particular point.’ And several others, especially that people prefer to live their own lives, not ones engineered by him.

      ‘I did try to tell him.’ She shrugged. ‘But he insisted.’

      ‘I know what that’s like.’

      She licked her lips, staring at her folder. ‘I agreed to come and let you know that proposal planning is a new service that offers busy men like yourself the opportunity to employ a person—’ she touched her chest ‘—like me, to help you with many aspects of your proposal.’ She tapped her pen against the page in front of her.

      ‘I don’t need help proposing.’

      She didn’t hesitate. ‘I understand that perfectly, but will you hear me out? Most men do rush into the proposal, following whatever misconception they have, mostly from television, mind you. They sell themselves short and their partners. After all, the proposal is as special, if not more so, than the wedding itself—a declaration of love and commitment that sets up your life together.’

      Rick leant against the corner of his desk, his arms crossed, studying the proposal planner. She was nice to watch, and to listen to—and surely there was no harm in hearing her out.

      She tapped the pen against her full red lips. ‘I can help you in many ways. We have an extensive library of books that you could borrow—poetry books, books of love letters and romance phrase books, if you’re having trouble with how you’re going to present the big question.’

      Rick couldn’t tear his gaze away from those lips.

      ‘And then, of course, I can assist with all the legwork of investigating prices and possible venues for your proposal—’

      He pressed his lips together to stop the smile teasing the corners of his mouth. Was she for real?

      ‘And then, of course, there are all the ideas on how exactly you’d like to propose—whether you want to jump out of an aeroplane and propose ten thousand feet above the world, with the wind rushing around you. Or on a tropical island in the moonlight with a thousand stars twinkling in the sky above you.’ She glanced up at him, her eyes bright. ‘Or at a romantic restaurant with the sweet aroma of exotic food and gentle music, and with her face lit by soft candlelight. Or on a yacht out on the ocean, as though you were the only two people in the world…’

      He held up his hand, staring down at the planner. She was amazing! Daunting even. How could she be so cool, then suddenly light up with such passion? How could she hide it so efficiently?

      That crop of hair that was standing in all directions made her all the more striking—it was hard to take his eyes off her. Off her hair, off her deep, dark eyes, off those lips and those long, long legs.

      ‘I think that—’ he said, swallowing hard, pushing down the rising heat in his body. ‘That although it sounds like a great idea, it’s not for me.’

      She laid her hands in her lap, took a deep breath and looked up at him with cool dark eyes. ‘Of course, Mr Keene.’

      He cleared his throat, trying to shake off the urge to keep her around a bit longer. ‘Thank you for coming in but I’m quite capable of handling a proposal on my own.’

      She nodded. ‘I suspected that from the first moment I saw you.’

      ‘Sorry for all your trouble.’ He put his hand in his inner jacket pocket, grasping his wallet. ‘I’ll compensate you for your time, of course.’

      She put up a hand. ‘No need.’ She slid her pen into the spine of her folder. ‘I understand perfectly. My service isn’t for everybody.’

      He strode to the door and grasped the cold metal handle tightly. Much as he admired her passion, he couldn’t afford to entertain any thoughts about the woman and her service. Not now.

      He held the door open. The last thing they needed was someone asking questions about his personal life, and Kasey’s.

      ‘Thank you for your time, and good luck,’ she said, standing up and smoothing the creases from her skirt, over her well-rounded hips and down her thighs.

      Rick pressed his lips together, clamping down on the burning heat scorching through his veins. He wanted his to be the hands on her curves. Wanted her hands running over him.

      She didn’t move, her eyes deep and dark and dangerously intent on him, almost as though she knew what he was thinking.

      He pulled at his tie.

      ‘I wish you both every happiness,’ she said smoothly, her sweet voice even.

      ‘Thanks.’ Rick wanted to kick himself for his faltering, for the lack of his usual cool detachment, for his body’s traitorous response to her, and for the enticing mystery she offered.

      Hell, for the first time in six months he was regretting forfeiting bachelor life for Kasey’s scheme. ‘Thank you for taking the time to see me, but I have to get back to the others,’ he said smoothly.

      ‘Bye.’

      Rick lurched out of the doorway and strode down the hall. He had to get away from the disturbing woman before he did something he’d regret.

      He hadn’t expected this. Not at all. How on earth had Thomas Steel even found the woman? He didn’t even know that proposal planners existed…What next?

      He weaved his way into the throng of his employees, concentrating on the task at hand, trying to push the woman from his mind.

      The planner had been a surprise. A tall, lovely one that had tested him. Cripes, and what a test! Rick dragged in a long deep breath. But she was finished and over.

      She was not part of the plan.

      CHAPTER TWO

      ‘YOU are like the stars in the starry heavens. Like the water is to the wet flowers. Like a dream I want to have for ever.’ He swallowed and shifted his weight on his knees. ‘I would be honoured…I would be thrilled…I want you to be my wife.’

      She shook her head slowly.

      ‘You’re like a rose…a bird I want to hold, like a Porsche with shining bodywork—’

      ‘I don’t think so…’ she said gently.

      ‘But—’

      Tara bit her lip, looking down at her client, her chest tight. ‘Maybe you should go home and think about it some more?’

      He shook his head. ‘No. I have to practise. I know you don’t usually help with the words themselves, but I’m so hopeless when it comes to this sort of stuff.’

      ‘You’re doing—’

      ‘No, I’m not.’ Mr Faulkner looked up at her, his face creased in pain. ‘I really need you to hear it and help me get it right.’

      Tara nodded.

      He sucked in a deep breath. ‘I want you. I want to keep you. I want to wake up to your