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about my own secretary. And I thought you said you couldn’t get a flight for at least a couple of days...so that’s two nights... And you know what? You think too much. Tomorrow is a long way away. We have tonight, and that’s all that matters right now.’
* * *
Alexio’s apartment was not as Sidonie had expected. She’d anticipated some kind of penthouse apartment in a sleek building, but his loft-style apartment was in an old converted redbrick building on the Thames, with stunning views.
It had huge windows and exposed brick walls. Sleek and modern furnishings married well with the old shell of the building. Abstract art and compelling black and white photos hung on the walls. The furnishings were unmistakably masculine, but not in an off-putting way. It was comfortable.
Alexio was standing with his arms crossed, watching her. Sidonie blushed and answered his look. She shrugged slightly. ‘I’d expected something a bit more...’
‘Generic? Without taste?’ Alexio put a hand to his chest. ‘You wound me...although maybe when you see this your suspicions will be proved right.’
He took her hand and led her to an alcove off the main open-plan living area. It was a dark nook, decorated like an opulent private gentlemen’s club, with a pool table and a fully stocked antique bar. A huge mirror behind the bar made the whole space glitter with decadence.
Sidonie smiled. ‘Now, this is more like it.’
Alexio let her go and moved to the bar. He disappeared behind the counter to re-emerge holding a chilled bottle of champagne and two glasses.
Sidonie’s skin prickled.
He arched a brow. ‘Can I tempt you with an aperitif?’
Sidonie saw then how the light was lengthening outside the huge stunning windows and over London. London Bridge was in view—an iconic landmark. She hadn’t even noticed that the day had almost flown by.
Vowing to stop thinking so much and just to enjoy, she went and perched herself on one of the velvet-covered stools.
‘I’d love one, thank you.’
Alexio expertly popped the cork with only the smallest, most sibilant hiss, and poured them both a glass of the sparkling golden liquid. Sidonie tried not to notice the label, which proclaimed it to be one of the most expensive brands in the world.
Don’t think. Enjoy.
He handed her a glass and then came around the counter to stand in front of her. If she widened her legs Alexio could step right between them. Sidonie’s pulse leapt.
But he merely clinked his glass to hers and said, ‘To us, Sidonie Fitzgerald. Thank you for coming with me today.’
Sidonie couldn’t look away from that green gaze. ‘Cheers...and thank you for your hospitality.’
They both took a sip and Sidonie blinked at the effervescent bubbles rushing down her throat. She felt buoyed up, heady. Alexio took her hand again and something within her loved the way he did it.
He tugged her gently from the stool. ‘Let me give you the tour.’
Carrying their glasses, Alexio brought her through the living area and showed her the sleek kitchen, which again had a lived-in look about it.
‘Do you cook?’ she asked curiously.
He shrugged minutely. ‘I can cook enough for me. I wouldn’t put it to the test of a dinner party, though.’
Sidonie teased him to hide her nervousness. ‘So what have you lined up for tonight? Beans on toast?’
He looked back at her. ‘A chef from one of London’s best restaurants. He’ll be arriving to serve us in about an hour.’
‘Oh...’ That shut Sidonie up. For a second she’d almost forgotten who she was with...
Alexio was leading her up some wooden stairs now, with brass railing banisters. There was glass everywhere, all the spaces blending into one another seamlessly as only the best architecture could.
This upper level was like a mezzanine. Alexio was leading her to a room on the left, and Sidonie could see her bag on a huge white-covered bed. A window looked out over the Thames, and the en suite bathroom
* * *
Alexio’s apartment was not as Sidonie had expected. She’d anticipated some kind of penthouse apartment in a sleek building, but his loft-style apartment was in an old converted redbrick building on the Thames, with stunning views.
It had huge windows and exposed brick walls. Sleek and modern furnishings married well with the old shell of the building. Abstract art and compelling black and white photos hung on the walls. The furnishings were unmistakably masculine, but not in an off-putting way. It was comfortable.
Alexio was standing with his arms crossed, watching her. Sidonie blushed and answered his look. She shrugged slightly. ‘I’d expected something a bit more...’
‘Generic? Without taste?’ Alexio put a hand to his chest. ‘You wound me...although maybe when you see this your suspicions will be proved right.’
He took her hand and led her to an alcove off the main open-plan living area. It was a dark nook, decorated like an opulent private gentlemen’s club, with a pool table and a fully stocked antique bar. A huge mirror behind the bar made the whole space glitter with decadence.
Sidonie smiled. ‘Now, this is more like it.’
Alexio let her go and moved to the bar. He disappeared behind the counter to re-emerge holding a chilled bottle of champagne and two glasses.
Sidonie’s skin prickled.
He arched a brow. ‘Can I tempt you with an aperitif?’
Sidonie saw then how the light was lengthening outside the huge stunning windows and over London. London Bridge was in view—an iconic landmark. She hadn’t even noticed that the day had almost flown by.
Vowing to stop thinking so much and just to enjoy, she went and perched herself on one of the velvet-covered stools.
‘I’d love one, thank you.’
Alexio expertly popped the cork with only the smallest, most sibilant hiss, and poured them both a glass of the sparkling golden liquid. Sidonie tried not to notice the label, which proclaimed it to be one of the most expensive brands in the world.
Don’t think. Enjoy.
He handed her a glass and then came around the counter to stand in front of her. If she widened her legs Alexio could step right between them. Sidonie’s pulse leapt.
But he merely clinked his glass to hers and said, ‘To us, Sidonie Fitzgerald. Thank you for coming with me today.’
Sidonie couldn’t look away from that green gaze. ‘Cheers...and thank you for your hospitality.’
They both took a sip and Sidonie blinked at the effervescent bubbles rushing down her throat. She felt buoyed up, heady. Alexio took her hand again and something within her loved the way he did it.
He tugged her gently from the stool. ‘Let me give you the tour.’
Carrying their glasses, Alexio brought her through the living area and showed her the sleek kitchen, which again had a lived-in look about it.
‘Do you cook?’ she asked curiously.
He shrugged minutely. ‘I can cook enough for me. I wouldn’t put it to the test of a dinner party, though.’
Sidonie teased him to hide her nervousness. ‘So what have you lined up for tonight? Beans on toast?’
He looked back at her. ‘A chef from one of London’s best restaurants. He’ll be arriving to serve us in about an hour.’
‘Oh...’ That shut Sidonie up. For a second she’d almost forgotten who she was with...
Alexio was leading her up some wooden stairs now, with brass railing banisters. There was glass everywhere, all the spaces blending into one another seamlessly as only the best architecture could.
This upper level was like a mezzanine. Alexio was leading her to a room on the left, and Sidonie could see her bag on a huge white-covered bed. A window looked out over the Thames, and the en suite bathroom
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