I saw that you’re entertaining guests, I thought that maybe—”
“Oh, no, that’s fine.” Stephen couldn’t hold back his grin. “Actually, it’s perfect.”
“Well, then.” Caroline cleared her throat. “I suppose we should…proceed.”
A full smile broke over his face. “Let’s not waste a minute.”
“Mr. Paxton said you have an office here in your home. Should we go there, or did you have some other place in mind?”
His office. Oh, heavens. Right there on the desk. Stephen thought his knees would give out completely.
He gestured grandly toward the foyer. “My office, by all means.”
Caroline hesitated a moment. “Mr. Paxton said he would be joining us. Should we wait? After all, he did recommend me after seeing my demonstration at a party.”
Stephen frowned. “You gave Richard a…demonstration? At a party?”
She shook her head. “Just a sampling.”
His heart thudded harder. “Richard is on his own, as far as I’m concerned.”
She held up her satchel. “I brought references.”
His eyes widened. “References?”
“Yes, and my tools.”
“Tools?”
“Oh, yes. I’ve found that one needs tools to do a thorough job,” Caroline said. “You do expect a thorough job, don’t you?”
Stephen opened his mouth, but no words came out, just stutters and some babbling. All he could manage to do was point.
Music from the ballroom upstairs drifted down as he led the way to the suite of offices at the back of the house. Halfway there he realized he was walking so fast he’d left her behind. He stopped and waited for her.
Caroline hesitated as he opened his office door and hurried in ahead of her. Only a few lights burned in this part of the house. It was quiet, except for the music. No one else was around. Cautiously, she peered into the office. Stephen Monterey moved briskly about the room, clearing off his desk.
He looked around suddenly, realizing that she was still in the hallway. He hurried to the door, looking stricken.
“You haven’t changed your mind, have you?” he asked.
Caroline glanced around. The situation was a little unnerving, but this was the opportunity she’d waited for. She wanted the job.
“No,” Caroline said. “I haven’t changed my mind.”
She drew a deep breath and walked inside.
Chapter Two
He wasn’t what she expected.
From the way Richard Paxton had spoken about his employer, Caroline had pictured an eccentric old geezer. Not the handsome Stephen Monterey.
He was over six feet tall, she estimated, since her nose was about level with his shoulder. He had black hair. Green eyes with little worry lines crinkling the corners. He looked dapper in white tie and tails, and a single-breasted vest. It made his shoulders look straight and his chest wide.
And maybe he was a little eccentric, Caroline decided, since he was clearing off his desk for no apparent reason, hurriedly piling everything onto the floor. But other than that he seemed intelligent, capable of running the large international business Mr. Paxton had mentioned.
Stephen scooped up the last stack of papers from the desk and dropped them on the floor. He ran his hand slowly over the walnut finish.
“You don’t mind if we do it…here, do you?” he asked.
Caroline bit into her lower lip. “Are you unwell, Mr. Monterey? You look flushed. Feverish.”
“Anxious to get started, that’s all.” He dashed past her and closed the office door. “Key. I need the key.”
He hurried back to his desk and began pawing through the drawers.
Caroline took a step away. “I’d prefer you didn’t lock the door.”
He looked up. “But someone might walk in.”
She glanced around. “So?”
He sank forward, bracing himself on the desktop, and drew in a huge breath. He let it out slowly. “Miss Sommerfield, you’re one hell of a woman.”
All right, she’d never been on a job interview before, but this was decidedly strange. She wished Mr. Paxton would arrive.
Caroline dropped her satchel onto the desk, anxious to get this over with. During the hansom ride over she’d been thrilled at the prospect of securing a job. In the sitting room she’d been a little intimidated by the opulence of the house, a home well beyond that of her aunt Eleanor. Now Caroline sensed a spark in the air, radiating from Stephen. It caused something to flicker within herself, and unnerve her.
Across the desk, Stephen straightened. “You may as well get…comfortable.”
“Comfortable?” Caroline asked.
“Yes.” He nodded quickly. “Do you need anything?”
A cup of tea, laced with a shot of brandy, suddenly seemed appealing.
“No, let’s proceed,” Caroline said. “Where would you like to start?”
He circled the desk and looked her up and down, taking his time in doing so. His gaze traveled from the tips of her shoes to her skirt, to her face, to her hat.
Caroline flushed. Her skin tingled beneath her dress. A heat flowed from him, wafting over her.
Finally he nodded. “Your dress,” he said softly. “Take it off.”
Breath left her lungs in a frightful huff. Caroline froze to the floor, staring at him. Had she heard him right? Had he told her to undress?
“But wear the hat,” Stephen said. “And your shoes.”
Indignant outrage surged through Caroline, stiffening her arms at her sides. “I will do no such thing.”
“Oh.” He looked disappointed. “All right, then take everything off.”
Her mouth flew open. “How dare you suggest such a thing?”
Stephen stepped closer. “You’d prefer I undressed you myself?”
“I can’t believe you have the gall to speak to me that way!” She faced him squarely, too angry to back away. “How could you say such a thing?”
He spread his arms. “Because you’re a whore.”
Caroline slapped him—an openhanded, roundhouse swing that landed against his cheek so hard it knocked him back a step.
“You bastard! You shameless, conniving bastard!” Caroline trembled with outrage.
Stephen pressed his fingers against his cheek. “If you think I’ll pay you extra for the rough stuff—”
“Shut your filthy mouth!” Caroline yanked her satchel off the desk. “You horrible, disgusting man! You lured me here pretending—”
“Lured you? Richard Paxton arranged this—”
“So, you’re both in on it.”
“I’m not in on anything,” Stephen insisted.
The office door opened and Richard Paxton walked into the room. Caroline saw him and her anger turned to rage.
“You!”
She drew back her hand and slapped his face, just as hard as she’d slapped Stephen. Stunned, he plastered