Elizabeth smiled. Over the years, Paul had frequently asked her out, but she had said no so often to him that she suspected he wouldn’t be able to cope if she gave him a positive answer! A divorcé, in his early forties, with an easygoing manner which carefully hid his astute business mind, Paul was an eligible man, but Elizabeth had no intention of dating her boss—that was simply asking for trouble, quite apart from the fact that she simply didn’t fancy him. I don’t fancy anyone, she thought gloomily. Except Rick.
‘So where are you having dinner?’
‘I’m not.’ She saw his perplexed frown. ‘Having dinner, that is.’ She turned to her secretary. ‘Please tell Mr Masterton that quite clearly, when he calls.’
Paul walked through into her office and Elizabeth followed.
Вы ознакомились с фрагментом книги.
Для бесплатного чтения открыта только часть текста.
Приобретайте полный текст книги у нашего партнера:
