Tina Beckett – The Doctor In The Executive Suite (страница 2)

Marty’s pale blue eyes were focused on her. Right on her. And his mustache had finally gone still. Now that she got a good look at it, there were a couple of straggly hairs that needed a trim.

‘I asked what you plan to specialize in.’

Wow. The conversation had taken an unexpected turn. She’d finished her general studies, so she was already a doctor. But she planned to go even further, into something that was near and dear to her heart. ‘Pediatric oncology.’

‘Oncology.’ The frown was back along with the twitchy facial hair. ‘Why would you want to do that?’

Why? Why?

She could have asked him why he planned to build a metal structure using only the damned Pythagorean Theorem as a guide. Or why he didn’t do something that would be of use to mankind. But she hadn’t.

And suddenly telling him about her kid sister who’d been taken from her at far too young an age seemed disrespectful to Patty’s memory.

She lifted her chin and belted out a bold-faced lie, instead. ‘I’m actually doing it for the money.’

Shocker of shockers, Marty relaxed in his seat with a smile big enough to turn his mustache into a sideways parenthesis. ‘I can respect that.’

Okay. She was done with the man, Lila or no Lila.

The light gleaming on her spoon caught her attention. Her little cry for help was still being sent out into the universe. Maybe Patty would see it and come to her rescue.

Or maybe it was time to realize that no one was coming to her aid. It was up to her.

But first, she was going to eat a few bites of this appetizer. Surely she’d earned that much. She popped the bite into her mouth, just as Marty went off onto another topic involving his firm and their charitable giving to underprivileged children in developing countries. Ironic, considering his reaction to her doing-it-for-the-money statement.

Closing her eyes, she focused on the smooth cool feel of the fork as it slid across her lips...on the tang of garlic and herbs as it combined with the earthy tones of the snail and mushroom.

Mmm. Wonderful. Not at all what she’d expected.

At least her date had good taste when it came to food—she swallowed and chased it down with another sip of her wine.

Maybe she could wait this out just a little bit longer. She dragged her spoon out from beneath the beam of light and forked up her second escargot, a renewed sense of hope coming over her. She even managed a smile for Marty, who blinked, his gaze dipping to her mouth and then beyond, to where the scooped neckline of her silk dress exposed a little bit of skin. When his eyes came back to her face, there was a definite gleam of interest. ‘Green looks good on you.’

Huh? Oh no. Oh no, no, no.

The last thing she wanted was for him to get the wrong idea about where this night was headed. Because once she hit the door to her flat, their time together was over. Forever.

Okay. New rule. No smiling at her date. ‘So tell me more about this Pythagorean building. Does it have a name?’

He settled back into his seat. ‘Not officially. But I’m calling it The Equation for now.’

‘Very clever.’

He dove back into the subject with gusto.

Their server was now over by the dark paneled wall, conversing with a woman in a grey pencil skirt and matching jacket. A hotel employee? Probably from the looks of it. Their interaction didn’t last long, but she could swear the server glanced in Chelsea’s direction once or twice before the two split apart, going in opposite directions. His steps seemed quicker than they’d been the other times he’d approached their table. He didn’t stop to check on any of his customers, just paused to say something to one of the other servers.

This time she was sure he’d glanced her way, as did the other member of the wait staff. Her spine straightened. Was there something wrong with her hair? Did she have a piece of snail stuck between her teeth?

Or maybe he was laughing at her poor choice in men.

He hadn’t come back to the table since they’d started eating. In a place like this, that seemed a bit unusual.

Marty was still talking, totally oblivious to the fact that she wasn’t paying attention to him.

Across the room, another woman joined the pair of waiters. This one was dressed in a maid’s uniform, her hands tightly clasped together as she said something and then left.

Chelsea glanced around. No one seemed alarmed or found their behavior out of the ordinary. But she couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong.

Especially when she spotted two men in black suits come to attention. They were seated a few tables away and she’d thought they were CEOs at first having a business lunch, but when one touched his ear—where a dark cord coiled down the side of his neck—she swallowed.

Security for the hotel?

The men both got up at the same time, dropping their napkins onto the table and walking away, their plates still half full of food. There was no leather binder on their table indicating they’d gotten their bill either.

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