The Playboy's Ruthless Pursuit. Miranda Lee

still seemed reluctant, yet fiercely tempted at the same time. He could see a war going on in her eyes. But she would not, in the end, Jeremy believed, look such a gift horse in the mouth.

      ‘I...well...yes, I suppose I can make it on Friday afternoon. But not till around four. Is that too late for you?’

      ‘Not at all. Four would be fine.’ Step one accomplished, which was to make her see that he wasn’t such a bad guy. ‘I’ll have Madge email our address. Let her know if you can’t make it and we’ll reschedule.’ Good to not sound desperate to see her again. Yet he was desperate. Weirdly, irrationally desperate. Jeremy could not envisage letting Alice just disappear from his life. He hadn’t been this captivated by a woman in years. Or this challenged. She wasn’t going to be an easy conquest. But, then, he didn’t really want her to be a conquest. Despite his reputation as a ladies’ man, Jeremy was not a rake, or a libertine. He genuinely liked women, liked their company, in bed as well as out. Seduction was not his usual game, possibly because he rarely had to employ such tactics. Getting a girl to go to bed with him had always been so damned easy.

      Alice, however, was not going to be easy. Hell, he couldn’t even get her to go out with him let alone go to bed with him. His pursuit of her was going to take patience, and some cunning. But he was sure she would be worth it.

      His eyes ran over her one last time, imprinting her lovely face and figure in his memory bank so that he could download it into his mind at will during the next two days.

      ‘I’ll go get your coat,’ he offered.

      * * *

      Alice could have told him that she would get it herself, but she knew that feminist defiance was useless against a man of Jeremy’s nature. He might be a playboy, but he was also a gentleman of the old school who knew how to treat a woman. Alice felt both flattered and frustrated by his gallantry. She also felt flattered and frustrated by his determined pursuit of her. Clearly, he thought that making himself a patron of her charity would make her so grateful that she would finally agree to go out with him.

      Silly man. She had no intention of doing so, despite the moments of sexual weakness, which he had effortlessly evoked in her tonight. But she would take his help, and his money, which was much needed by people who didn’t have the resources or the resilience to help themselves. As she watched him walk over and collect her coat, she wondered if he had any idea at all what the women and children who fled to refuges had suffered. Or if he cared. Hard to imagine that a man of his wealth and background really cared about those less fortunate than himself. Or really cared about her, for that matter. She was just an attractive girl who’d dared to resist his charms and say no to him. She’d become a challenge, one which he smugly thought he’d eventually overcome. She’d seen the spark of triumph in his eyes when she’d agreed to come to his office on Friday.

      Alice’s mouth curved into a wry smile. If he thought she wasn’t aware of his not very subtle ploy, then he was very much mistaken. Or maybe he didn’t mind if she guessed how far he was prepared to go to get her, or how much he wanted her.

      A shiver ran down Alice’s spine at this last thought, a shiver that didn’t bear too close an inspection. Because down deep, in that place reserved for unpalatable and somewhat scary truths, lay the fact that she secretly wanted him back. Perverse, really, given there was nothing to admire about Jeremy Barker-Whittle except his movie-star looks, his silver-tongued voice and his old-fashioned manners, all of which were either God-given or practised traits. He didn’t show any genuine qualities that she could like and respect. Why, he’d actually laughed over his less than admirable reputation. What kind of man did that?

      When he started walking back towards her with her coat draped elegantly over one arm, Alice steeled herself for what was to come next. She knew that if she put out her hand to take her coat he would ignore it. So she placed her purse and laptop down on a nearby armchair and waited till he got close enough before turning and lifting her arms away from her sides in expectation of his sliding the coat up them and over her shoulders. Which he did, oh, so smoothly, Alice despising the involuntary tremor that ran through her tensely held body.

      ‘Where do you live?’ he asked her as she struggled for total calm. ‘Maybe we could share a taxi?’

      What could she say? Silly to lie. ‘I share a flat in Kensington,’ she admitted as she picked up her laptop and purse.

      By the time she glanced up at him, he was looking at her with surprised curiosity.

      ‘That’s where I live,’ he said. ‘In Kensington.’

      ‘Really?’ Was fate conspiring against her at every turn? She was trying to resist the man, not be thrown into his path each time. ‘What a coincidence.’

      ‘But a convenient one,’ he said, smiling.

      ‘Convenient?’ she repeated somewhat archly.

      ‘We should definitely share that taxi.’

      ‘Well, yes, yes, I suppose so,’ she said reluctantly.

      * * *

      Jeremy’s sudden rise in temper startled him. Anger was not something he liked in others, or himself. He considered it poor form at the best of times. Only when severely provoked did he surrender to the temporary but often self-destructive comfort of fury. It had been many years since he’d lost it. Now that he thought about it, he hadn’t truly lost his temper since his last year at boarding school when he’d come across one of the younger boys being bullied as he’d once been bullied. The fight that ensued had seen him almost expelled, only his father’s paying for a new science block stopping that unfortunate event. Jeremy had rarely been grateful to his father for anything, but he was that day. He’d really wanted to go on to university, and he might not have been accepted if he’d been expelled. Since then, Jeremy had steered well clear of all uncontrolled outbursts.

      Occasionally, when annoyed with someone, he resorted to sarcasm. But that was as far as he usually went. The temptation to say something caustic to the ever reluctant Alice was acute, but counter-productive. So he simply smiled through clenched teeth and waved her ahead of him out towards the taxi station.

      The ride from the hotel to her address in Kensington was blessedly short, with Alice sitting as far from him as possible with her knees pressed primly together, her laptop resting across her thighs, her head turned steadfastly towards the window. She didn’t say a single word. Neither did he. Jeremy was half regretting his decision to pursue this girl. As intriguing as he found Alice, she wasn’t worth losing any sleep over, or spending a small fortune on. His earlier assumption that she was attracted to him could be wrong. Either that, or she had some serious issues where the opposite sex was concerned. Maybe she’d been treated badly by a past boyfriend, some arrogant rich brute who’d cheated on her perhaps, leaving her bitter and cynical over men in general, and wealthy ones in particular. It would explain so much. Her chilly responses to his overtures. Her contempt of his reputation as a playboy.

      By the time the cab pulled up outside her address, Jeremy felt confident that he’d hit on the reason behind her wariness where he was concerned. He couldn’t have been wrong about her finding him attractive. No way.

      ‘Thank you for tonight, Jeremy,’ she said stiffly when she finally turned her head to look at him. ‘You were a brilliant auctioneer, and a very pleasant dinner companion.’

      He gazed deep into her eyes. ‘Maybe we can do it again some time...’ But without the auction next time.

      Despite the dim light in the back of the cab, he saw the heat that suddenly flooded her cheeks, saw the startled widening of her eyes. Clearly, Alice was not used to blushing, wasn’t used to having her composure rattled.

      ‘We can discuss future auctions on Friday,’ he added smoothly, his eyes still locked with hers.

      ‘What? Oh, yes. Friday.’ She seemed to have difficulty dragging her eyes away from his. Turning abruptly, she reached for the door handle before throwing an almost frightened glance over her shoulder. ‘Please don’t get out,’ she said before