At His Convenience Bundle by Penny Jordan, Maggie Cox, Kim Lawrence

could never have afforded to stay in a place like this, he acknowledged.
    â€˜But then I’m sure your boss has his own way of making sure he gets value for money.’
    Angry heat burned Suzy’s face as she started to open the wardrobe doors. Her whole body trembled in reaction to his taunt that she would have sex with a man she loathed! Unable to stop herself, she turned to confront Luke, pride and anger burning red flags in her small face.
    â€˜I know what you’re trying to insinuate, but you couldn’t be more wrong. You know nothing about me, and yet you think—’
    â€˜On the contrary. I know a good deal about you.’ Luke stopped her smoothly. ‘Everyone who attended the Prince’s reception was vetted, including you.’
    Vetted, yes, but he did not have an in-depth report on her, Luke acknowledged, and made a mental note to inform his staff in London that he required one—if only for formality’s sake.
    The intensity of her own emotions was exhausting her, and she just did not have the energy to argue with him any more, Suzy decided wearily.
    â€˜How long do you intend to keep me here in Italy?’ she demanded as she opened her case and started to fold her clothes neatly.
    â€˜For as long as it takes,’ Luke answered her laconically, his eyes narrowing as he focused on the clothes she was packing.
    Neat round-necked tee shirts, modest pairs of walking shorts, a couple of long dresses—simple, anonymous clothes of a type he would have expected a conventional, rather cautions young woman to favour, hardly in keeping with the woman he knew her to be.
    She had planned for her current role quite well, he acknowledged reluctantly as he watched the way she folded every garment before packing it.
    Warily Suzy gave a glance in Luke’s direction. He was still leaning against the bedroom door, arms folded, eyelids dropping over his eyes so that she couldn’t be sure whether he was watching her or not.
    She had packed virtually everything now, except her underwear, and for some ridiculous reason she discovered that she was reluctant to do so with him watching her.
    She stole another glance at Luke.
    â€˜Finished?’
    â€˜Er, no…’
    â€˜Perhaps I’d better help you, then.’
    Suzy’s mouth opened and closed again as he levered his shoulders off the door and came towards her. Automatically she fell back, putting a protective hand on the drawer which contained her underwear.
    She was trying to hide something from him, Luke recognised, his gaze narrowing on the betraying movement of her hand. What was it she had in the drawer that she didn’t want him to see? He intended to find out.
    â€˜Have you got anything in the bathroom?’ he asked casually. ‘Toilet bag? Make-up?’
    Unwittingly Suzy took the bait he had offered her. ‘Yes…’
    â€˜You’d better go and get them, then, hadn’t you?’ Luke told her impatiently, glancing at his watch and informing her, ‘You’ve got two minutes. After that, anything you haven’t packed will have to be left behind.’
    Automatically Suzy hurried to the bathroom.
    The minute she was out of sight, Luke pulled open the drawer she had been guarding.
    Neat piles of clean white underwear greeted his searching gaze.
    Quickly and expertly he searched through it, frowning as his senses unwantedly relayed to him the cool, soft feel of the white fabric and its innocent virginal message.
    Innocent? Virginal? Suzy Roberts?
    She had researched her role well, he reflected, his frown deepening as he recognised that a part of him was reacting to the intimacy of what he was doing in a way that was both unprofessional and totally unfamiliar.
    In his hand he held the semi-sheer white lace-trimmed bra he had just removed to check that the underwiring was just that.
    He remembered with what ease and lack of any kind of sexual interest or arousal he had removed the