meet his gaze. An uneasy twinge of nervousness settled in her stomach. Where was he going with this?
“There are no children in your pictures. They are all pictures of you in different places.” His eyes darkened to almost brown. They picked at the depths of her soul like a hot chisel.
“I’ve always been too busy to…settle down.” She bit her lip. Was that really the reason? She squirmed in her seat.
“Must be lonely.”
“Are you kidding?” She flipped her hair out of her face, forcing cheerfulness she didn’t feel. “I’ve been all over the world, and met all kinds of famous people. I’ve had a fabulous life.”
“Of course.” He rubbed his chin and shifted in his chair. “So, what do we do tomorrow?”
She breathed a sigh of relief. Talking about her life made her uncomfortable. It was better not to think too deeply about her personal decisions.
“I’ll need time to develop an outline. I’ll hire an architect to design a model for the theme park and resort.” She twisted a strand of hair around her index finger.
“What about me?”
“We have to prepare for press conferences, TV interviews and personal appearances. You’ll work with Felix and me over the next two weeks to prep.”
“You really think Romania is going to like this idea?” His expression was curious but guarded.
“Why wouldn’t they?”
“Most people try to hide dark parts of their past.”
She retrieved her laptop from the coffee table and opened it. “Don’t worry. It’s my job to make them like it. And let me assure you, I’m very good at what I do.”
First order of business, she had to e-mail Harvey and let him know she wasn’t coming into the office for a while. Her work time had shifted to afternoon and evening with Drake around. Having to be at the office at eight would kill her. Besides, she felt the need to keep an eye on her vampire.
Drake wandered into the kitchen while she typed. She seriously needed to get him a book to read or something. All he did was wander around her apartment. After she e-mailed Harvey, she sent another to her friend Brent who had done architectural designs for her before. He’d love a project like this. She ran her fingers through her hair. She had so much to accomplish in two weeks, and hoped they could pull it together in time.
The clank of pans in the kitchen caught her attention. What was he up to? After a few more e-mails, she closed her computer and padded into the kitchen. Drake appeared to be…cooking.
A variety of items from her refrigerator scattered across the granite top island in the center of the kitchen. Two pots and a sauté pan sat atop the stove. He rummaged in her spice cabinet, extracting bottles and lining them up on the counter.
“Well, seems my kitchen may not survive your boredom.” She slid out one of the stools at the island and hoisted onto it. “What are you up to?”
“I’ve remembered something about my past.” He went to the refrigerator and withdrew a carton of half and half. “Hmm, fat free…”
“What did you remember?” She rested her chin in her hand.
“I like to cook.” He poured some of the cream into a sauce pan and turned on the burner.
“Well, I hate to spoil it for you, but you don’t eat regular food anymore.”
“It’s okay.” He ran a hunk of parmesan down a grater. “I just like doing it. Besides, you might enjoy a good meal or two.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” She frowned.
He ran his gaze over her body. “You look starved. Are you too busy to eat properly? I can help. I’ll cook for you.”
Irritation burned in her chest. First Felix, now him. “For your information, I’m a healthy size four. I fit into the designer lines and I work hard to stay that way.”
He made a soft snort, and poured her a glass of red wine from an opened bottle.
She snatched the glass from him and took an angry sip. “I suppose you’re one of those men who think women should be plump, soft housewives,
“There are no children in your pictures. They are all pictures of you in different places.” His eyes darkened to almost brown. They picked at the depths of her soul like a hot chisel.
“I’ve always been too busy to…settle down.” She bit her lip. Was that really the reason? She squirmed in her seat.
“Must be lonely.”
“Are you kidding?” She flipped her hair out of her face, forcing cheerfulness she didn’t feel. “I’ve been all over the world, and met all kinds of famous people. I’ve had a fabulous life.”
“Of course.” He rubbed his chin and shifted in his chair. “So, what do we do tomorrow?”
She breathed a sigh of relief. Talking about her life made her uncomfortable. It was better not to think too deeply about her personal decisions.
“I’ll need time to develop an outline. I’ll hire an architect to design a model for the theme park and resort.” She twisted a strand of hair around her index finger.
“What about me?”
“We have to prepare for press conferences, TV interviews and personal appearances. You’ll work with Felix and me over the next two weeks to prep.”
“You really think Romania is going to like this idea?” His expression was curious but guarded.
“Why wouldn’t they?”
“Most people try to hide dark parts of their past.”
She retrieved her laptop from the coffee table and opened it. “Don’t worry. It’s my job to make them like it. And let me assure you, I’m very good at what I do.”
First order of business, she had to e-mail Harvey and let him know she wasn’t coming into the office for a while. Her work time had shifted to afternoon and evening with Drake around. Having to be at the office at eight would kill her. Besides, she felt the need to keep an eye on her vampire.
Drake wandered into the kitchen while she typed. She seriously needed to get him a book to read or something. All he did was wander around her apartment. After she e-mailed Harvey, she sent another to her friend Brent who had done architectural designs for her before. He’d love a project like this. She ran her fingers through her hair. She had so much to accomplish in two weeks, and hoped they could pull it together in time.
The clank of pans in the kitchen caught her attention. What was he up to? After a few more e-mails, she closed her computer and padded into the kitchen. Drake appeared to be…cooking.
A variety of items from her refrigerator scattered across the granite top island in the center of the kitchen. Two pots and a sauté pan sat atop the stove. He rummaged in her spice cabinet, extracting bottles and lining them up on the counter.
“Well, seems my kitchen may not survive your boredom.” She slid out one of the stools at the island and hoisted onto it. “What are you up to?”
“I’ve remembered something about my past.” He went to the refrigerator and withdrew a carton of half and half. “Hmm, fat free…”
“What did you remember?” She rested her chin in her hand.
“I like to cook.” He poured some of the cream into a sauce pan and turned on the burner.
“Well, I hate to spoil it for you, but you don’t eat regular food anymore.”
“It’s okay.” He ran a hunk of parmesan down a grater. “I just like doing it. Besides, you might enjoy a good meal or two.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” She frowned.
He ran his gaze over her body. “You look starved. Are you too busy to eat properly? I can help. I’ll cook for you.”
Irritation burned in her chest. First Felix, now him. “For your information, I’m a healthy size four. I fit into the designer lines and I work hard to stay that way.”
He made a soft snort, and poured her a glass of red wine from an opened bottle.
She snatched the glass from him and took an angry sip. “I suppose you’re one of those men who think women should be plump, soft housewives,
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