Page 37 of Seducing Her Scarred Boss

‘You’ll see.’ He fiddled with the stereo and put the music up loud. What, he didn’t want conversation?

‘I had a nice night, thanks.’ She chit chatted really loudly just to annoy him. He didn’t want to talk personal? Tough. ‘Big dinner with my parents and Victoria and Ted. It’s my niece’s birthday this weekend so we were celebrating early. Rosanna sent a text. She’s in Sydney for a few days.’

He gave her a sideways look but said nothing.

Yeah, she loved having conversations by herself. So she gave up. They drove through half of Auckland and she relaxed into the comfortable seat. Suddenly she sat up. ‘Lorenzo, this is the airport.’

‘And we’re right on time.’

On time for what? ‘Where are we going?’

‘Have you ever gotten on a plane and not known the destination?’

She shook her head.

‘Now’s your chance.’

‘Lorenzo—’

‘Have you ever taken a risk? Gone with an impulse?’

‘Maybe,’ she said cautiously. Like the time she’d come on to him with the basketball.

He parked the car, crossed his arms and called her on it. ‘What are you going to do, Sophy? Play it safe or walk on the wild side? Come on an adventure.’

‘How wild an adventure?’

‘Totally legal.’ He rolled his eyes. ‘Honestly, don’t make a big deal about it, you’ll end up disappointed.’

She didn’t think so. She didn’t think she’d ever be disappointed when he was offering adventure.

He got out of the car. ‘Are you coming or what?’

As if she could say no. He loaded a surprisingly heavy-looking suitcase onto a trolley and headed to the check-in. She wasn’t worried. It wasn’t as if they were going to go overseas—he didn’t have her passport, this was the domestic terminal.

‘We’re flying back tonight, right?’ She’d better check on that though.

‘No.’

‘Then when?’

‘Sunday.’

Sunday?‘Lorenzo, I can’t. I promised my brother I’d organise the cupcakes for my niece’s party.’

‘Were you going to bake them?’

‘They’re not that hard.’ She nibbled her lower lip. ‘Oh, I can’t, Lorenzo. I can’t let him down. I can’t let her down.’ But she was disappointed for herself more than anything.

‘Do you have to be at the party?’

‘No. It’s for her little friends. I was just making the cakes. She likes the icing I do.’

‘Someone else can do icing.’

Who? Baking wasn’t something anyone else in her family did.

‘Phone a bakery and get them to deliver,’ Lorenzo said, as if he were instructing a small child. He was right, of course. It would be so easy.

---