Pleasured In The Billionaire's Bed. Miranda Lee

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Автор произведения Miranda Lee
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doorstep in the morning and have great pleasure watching him cringe with embarrassment, once she explained who she was.

      CHAPTER TWO

      LISA’S stomach tightened as she drove across Terrigal Bridge and turned left at the small roundabout.

      Maybe it hadn’t been such a good idea not to fax Jack Cassidy last night. Embarrassing the man no longer held such appeal this morning. She was the one who was going to end up being embarrassed.

      Lisa scooped in a deep, lung-filling breath as she drove up the hill, then let it out slowly, relaxing her stomach muscles and reassuring herself that there was nothing for her to be embarrassed about. Or to feel nervous about. She was being silly. This was just another cleaning job. One she’d never have to repeat, thank goodness.

      Feeling marginally better, Lisa glanced around as she drove down the hill which led to Terrigal Beach. She hadn’t been out this way for ages. When she took Cory to the beach these days, they usually went to Wamberal, or Shelly’s Beach. Terrigal’s cove-like shape meant it rarely had a big surf, which was great for tourists and families, but not relished by nine-year-old thrill-seekers.

      But my, it was beautiful, especially when the sun was shining. Although it was still only springtime, the beach had a fair share of people in the water, and even more stretched out on the golden sand.

      Lisa could see why wealthy Sydneysiders bought beach-houses here. And penthouse apartments. Especially ones whose balconies faced north, with an unimpeded view of the sparkling blue sea and the long stretch of coastline.

      Jack Cassidy’s place would have all that, Lisa realised by the time she turned into the driveway of the pale blue, cement-rendered apartment block. Despite the building only being three storeys high, its position was second to none.

      Lisa’s nervous tension had returned with a vengeance by the time she walked round to the front entrance and pressed the button marked ‘Penthouse’ on the security panel.

      ‘Come on up, Gail,’ Jack Cassidy’s deep male voice growled through the intercom.

      Lisa opened her mouth to explain once again who she was when the intercom clicked off and the front door began to buzz.

      Giving vent to a groan of sheer frustration, Lisa pushed her way in, the door automatically closing and locking behind her.

      She just stood there for a long moment, trying to calm her thudding heart. What was it about this man which rattled her so? She was normally very cool when it came to dealing with difficult clients and situations. Cool and composed.

      Time for some coolness and composure right now, Lisa, she lectured herself as she practised some more deep breathing, taking in her surroundings at the same time.

      The foyer was cool and spacious, with a marble-tiled floor and lots of windows. Despite the amount of glass, you couldn’t hear the traffic or the sea from inside, which meant the windows had to be double-glazed. A no-expense-spared building, Lisa conceded as she bypassed the lift at the back of the foyer to take the stairs, walking briskly up the grey-carpeted steps to the top floor.

      No large foyer up there. Possibly the architect hadn’t wanted to waste valuable floor space, although the landing was large enough to have a hall stand and wall mirror set beside the one and only door, perhaps put there for people to check their appearance before knocking.

      Before she could do little more than give her face a cursory glance, the door was wrenched open by a very tall, very tanned, very fit-looking man in dark blue jeans and a chest-hugging white T-shirt.

      Jack Cassidy, Lisa presumed, her neck craning a little as she looked up into his face.

      He wasn’t handsome. Not the way Greg had been handsome. But he was attractive, despite the three-day growth on his chin and the hard, almost cold grey eyes which swept over her from head to toe.

      ‘You’re not Gail,’ were his first words, delivered with his now familiar lack of charm.

      Lisa bristled inside, but maintained what she hoped was a professional expression.

      ‘You’re absolutely correct,’ came her crisp reply. ‘I’m Lisa Chapman from Clean-in-a-Day. Gail sprained her ankle yesterday and won’t be able to do your place today. I did try to explain this to you last night on the phone, but you hung up on me.’

      He didn’t look embarrassed at all. He just shrugged. ‘Sorry. You should have said who you were up front.’

      If apologies had been an Olympic event, his would not have even qualified for a semi-final.

      ‘You didn’t exactly give me much opportunity,’ she said with a tight little smile. ‘But not to worry. I’m here now and I’ll be doing your place today.’

      ‘You have to be kidding me.’

      Lisa gritted her teeth. ‘Not at all.’

      His eyes flicked over her again, this time with a coolly sceptical expression. ‘You’re going to clean in that get-up?’

      ‘I don’t see why not,’ came Lisa’s tart reply.

      She had never subscribed to the theory that a cleaner had to look like a chimney sweep. Today she was wearing white stretch Capri pants, white trainers and a chocolate-brown singlet top which showed off her nicely toned arms and honey-coloured skin. Her platinum-blonde hair was up in a white scrunchie, the way she always wore it when cleaning. Her jewellery was a simple gold chain around her neck, a narrow gold watch on her wrist and small gold hoops in her ears. Her make-up was subtle and so was her perfume. In her roomy straw hold-all—currently slung over her shoulder—was a navy, chef-size apron and two pairs of cleaning gloves, along with her calorie-friendly packed lunch and a bottle of chilled mineral water.

      ‘I assure you I will leave here with your place spotless and without a mark on my clothes,’ she informed him, a tad haughtily.

      ‘You know what, sweetheart? I believe you.’

      Lisa gritted her teeth. She was within a hair’s breadth of telling him she was not his sweetheart, but the owner of Clean-in-a-Day, when he stepped back and waved her inside.

      The uninterrupted sight of the spectacular living area compelled Lisa to forget her irritation, her love of all things beautiful drawing her forward till she was standing in the middle of the spacious room, surrounded by the sort of place she dreamt about owning one day. She almost sighed over the huge tinted windows, the amazing view, the acres of cream marble tiles and the wonderfully clean lines of the furniture. Nothing fussy. Everything classy and expensive. Cool leathers, in cream and a muted gold colour. The coffee-and side-tables were made of a pale wood. The rugs blended in. Nothing bright or gaudy.

      Ever since she’d been a child, Lisa had hated bright colours, both in décor and clothes. She could not bear the recent fashion of putting loud, clashing colours together, oranges with pinks, and electric blues with lime greens. She literally shuddered whenever she saw red anywhere near purple.

      ‘I do realise that there are a lot of tiles to clean,’ he said abruptly from just behind her. ‘But Gail never had a problem.’

      Lisa swung round to face him, grateful that he hadn’t thought she’d been envying him his house.

      ‘They won’t be any problem to me, either,’ she said swiftly. ‘I’ve been cleaning houses for years.’

      ‘You continue to amaze me. You look like you’ve never had a chipped fingernail in your life.’

      ‘Looks can be deceiving, Mr Cassidy.’

      ‘For pity’s sake, call me Jack. Now, a few instructions before I get back to work. Do you know about the extras I like done?’

      ‘You wish your sheets and towels to be changed, washed, dried and put away.’

      His eyebrows lifted, then fell, his expression betraying a slight disappointment that he hadn’t caught her out in some way.

      ‘You’ll