Sexy in the City
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“Look — there he is!”
She stood on tiptoes to look past the crowd. Then she saw him and her stomach took a dive.
The stone wash denim jeans hung loosely on his tall frame, unlike the faded gray T-shirt which clung to him. His biceps bulged as he picked up tornado Theo, who had already launched himself through the air toward him. Hastily smoothing down her hair, she wished she had at least a breath mint on her. Damn! He’d spotted her and was making his way over, pulling Theo along as he went. The crowd seemed to part naturally for the tall, tanned blond hunk. And why wouldn’t they? He fit right in, whereas right now she was channeling more ugly duckling than elegant swan.
“Hi Miss George. Nice flight?” His smooth voice, calming and frying her nerves all at the same time.
“Belle was a little scared, but I helped her!” piped the small voice, who was already devouring the pastry his dad had handed to him.
“Belle? I thought we were going to call her Miss George?” he knelt down to ask his son. The jeans held on more tightly to his butt then she thought they ought. Quickly diverting her gaze, she noticed a few other women had also noticed the jeans. And the butt.
“Belle said I could call her Belle, not Miss George. Didn’t you, Belle?” Flaky pastry was dusted all over his face and she couldn’t help but smile at the happy, messy picture he made. “Yes, I did, Theo” she said, stepping back as Nick stood up, a little too close for comfort. “I’m not his teacher, so why bother with formalities.”
“Well since we are dispensing with formalities, you best call me Nick. So should I call you Belle or Rania?” The straightforward question proved more difficult to answer than she would have thought possible, especially when it was accompanied by a megawatt smile. Giving herself a mental shake as she tried frantically to engage her brain, she smiled back determined not to let him see how he had thrown her.
“Rania. Belle was the name of the family friend who owned the sweet shop that I took over after she died. Theo said I reminded him of Belle from Beauty and the Beast so it stuck. You know, the Disney cartoon.”
Oh for the love of … He probably didn’t even know what she was talking about.
“So that would make me the Beast?” he asked as his lips quirked up into a wry smile.
She shrugged nonchalantly, “Seems so.”
Much to her surprise, instead of being offended, he laughed, the happy sound strangely contagious and she grinned back broadly in response.
“You must be exhausted. Let me get those for you. The car’s out front,” he said, gently easing the cases from her and wheeling them to the exit. Theo marched happily on the other side, leaving Rania to enjoy the view of father and son together from the back.
She didn’t think it was possible, but it seemed to have gotten hotter from the time they arrived to the time they had walked through the terminal. Glad she had worn a dress, she fanned herself quickly, diving into Theo’s rucksack and pulling out a baseball cap and putting it on his head. First day in LA and sun stroke; not on her watch.
A white Mercedes shone spotlessly in the LA sunshine and seeing the lights flash to signal it was unlocked, she opened the back door and settled a sleepy Theo in. Moving around to the other side as Nick stowed the suitcases, she raised her head as she heard a cough.
“You’re sitting in the back? How about up front instead and that way I can talk to you about what’s going to be going on while you and Theo are here.”
“Sure. You’re the boss.” The comment sounded sarcastic even to her own ears and she bit her lip, noting the narrowing of his eyes as he got in. She made her way around again before stopping as she realized that the left side was the drivers’, not the passenger side.
The air conditioning and soft-as-butter black leather interior felt divine against her skin and she was sure she would have drifted off if the rest of her wasn’t so aware of him.
“This is a nice car. A white Mercedes — I didn’t think that was your style.” He’d slipped a pair of aviator shades on, the Top Gun look proving lethal to her senses and she looked determinedly out the window as they approached the motorways.
“Wish I could take the credit but it’s a hire. What did you think I’d drive? Bright red Jag?” She could hear the laughter in his voice and going with the idea that it was a rhetorical question, thought better than to reply. At the small mew-like noise from the back, she turned around to see Theo fast asleep, mouth open emitting small noises like a snoring kitten.
“He’s exhausted. I brought him once to the States before, but he was much younger. How was the trip over?” She turned to face him, glad he had his eyes on the road so she could look at him unnoticed.
She’d made a deal with herself on the plane. Yes, he was good-looking so of course she would probably stare once in a while but that did not mean a thing and it never would. She wasn’t a man-hater, but in her experience they were out for one thing only. If you were that type of girl, then fine. If you weren’t, then you were like her; dating only the safe ones. Like Ben. Safe, predictable Ben. When it ended, her heart didn’t break which was a win in her book. And as for film directors; just no.
“The trip was fine, thanks. Being in first class probably helped.”
“Good, good. So … Theo said you were scared. You’ve never flown before?” He did look at her then and she was perturbed to find herself staring back at her own reflection, wishing she could see his eyes. Belle had been a great believer in eyes being the window to what someone was thinking and feeling, and right now she knew zip about Nick.
“Nope. Been on lots of cruise ships and trains, though. Not going on planes as a kid, I guess I’ve ended up with a little fear of flying but apparently that’s been cured.” It was just her aversion to Hollywood that still remained.
He nodded, as if it was an acceptable answer. “Rania. That’s an interesting name. It’s not English?”
She narrowed her eyes at the unexpected question.
“More questions, Mr.Trenton? I thought I had my interview at the sweet shop?”
He shrugged as if that was an irrelevant observation to this conversation.
“I thought we agreed you would call me Nick. And that wasn’t an interview.” At her snort, he carried on, “Well it wasn’t meant to be. And I’m just curious. It’s not a name you hear every day. You can’t shoot a guy for asking.” His hand was spread wide in a gesture of peace.
Biting back the smile that was beginning to form, she stared down at her hands wishing now she had had a manicure. The short, unglossed nails suddenly seemed at odds with her new ultra glossy surroundings.
“Rania means ‘delightful’ in Arabic. My … er … father was half-Lebanese and half-American so I think it came from him.”
“You think?” The dubious expression he threw her was a clear sign she’d just opened up a box of mysteries he was now determined to solve. Great.
“Yes, think. My folks didn’t stay together after I was born. I guess my mum thought it’d be nice to give me a name that showed a little of my heritage,” she managed to say evenly. It was too long ago to be upset by that now. She had been there, bought the T-shirt and taken the train out from that part of her life. She wasn’t going to revisit on the whims of her nosy new boss.
He nodded and she was glad he let the subject drop. “So, any questions you want to ask me? Only fair, considering I’ve asked you a lot and we will be working together. Of sorts,” he finished as he caught her raised eyebrow. That scared her. Knowing he’d be in the vicinity and working with him were two different things in her book.
Did she really want to know things about him? After he’d left the shop, she couldn’t sleep for all the questions that were swirling around her head. But now … she wasn’t so sure.
She’d taken the job for the extra money. That was all. And Theo was a cute kid, so no proble
ms there. Any other reasons she didn’t want to think about right now. Or ever, in an ideal world. “Only what do you need me to do while I’m here. Three weeks is a long time for a half term.”
“Perks of a private school. Other schools only have one week, and Theo’s school has two usually. This time there’s an extra week for something or other.” She rolled her eyes. Theo had probably told him, but his father had been too busy to listen or to take notice. She grimaced at the thought that the man she had seen cuddle and coo over his son could also have a side like that.
“The only real thing is to look after Theo but there are loads of things to keep him occupied. There’s Grauman’s Chinese Theatre, Universal Studios has a theme park. Madame Tussauds, Pantages Theater for musicals, El Capitan Theatre for kids shows. And there’s always the beach. The house has its own pool and the chauffeur will take you anywhere you want to go. Unless you want your own car? That might be tricky if you’ve never driven abroad before.”
“Maybe I have? That was a question you didn’t think to ask,” she smiled, pleased with herself on a purely childlike level that she might have outwitted him.
“No, you’re right, I didn’t. So, have you driven abroad? Do you have a license?”
Darn, trapped by her own snare. Annoyingly she couldn’t even say that she had and she wanted her own car to drive her and Theo around in because that would be a lie. “No to the first question and yes to the second. And I don’t have my own car either. I don’t need it as I live above the shop.”
Why had she gone and told him that? On the plus side, it might save him asking her yet another question. Perfect, now she was answering non-existent questions.
“Convenient, if anything else, I guess. Have you always worked in sweets?”
She made a face. Did he think by shoving it on the end of a statement she wouldn’t realize he was asking yet another question?
At the long silence, he turned briefly to look at her. “Only making small talk, Rania.”
“Then why all the big questions?”
He sighed and turned back to the road, his face hard and set as when she first met him.
Great. Now she seemed like a petulant teenager. It was just a question. Small talk question. Not exactly her strong point but she was willing to try. “No, not always. I moved in with Belle after college. I was interested in languages and was going to become a translator. Hence the traveling around Europe. But then Belle got sick and I took over and the rest is history.”
“How many languages can you speak?”
She was surprised. He seemed genuinely interested. When she told people she was a linguist, most would point out that part of her life was behind her and that she was actually a shop owner now.
“I can speak, read and write French, Italian and German fluently. I’m working on my Mandarin.”
The low whistle made her smile. She could feel her skin getting heated, glad she could pretend it was the weather instead of her reaction to him.
“That’s an impressive list. Glad I recruited you to help out with Theo. He may actually learn something while he’s here.”
“I don’t mind teaching him if you want,” she replied, and then grinned broadly, warming to the idea she could actually do something useful.
“I’ll pay you extra, of course … ” he began, stopping mid-sentence as she waved her hand in the air.
“No, no. Think nothing of it. This one’s on the house.” She turned to look out the window, mesmerized by the glistening ocean in the morning sunshine. She could just make out the bobbing beings in the water. Most probably surfers and swimmers catching some early waves. The sound of Cole Porter suddenly whispered through the car stereo. A strange deep-seated feeling came from somewhere; a feeling that for the first time in years everything was going to be okay.
• • •
Nick frowned at the cars ahead, trying to see them and not think about her or her dress that had now risen up to mid-thigh. The dress which hugged her curves in all the right places.
A definite improvement from the flowery apron. Maybe too much of an improvement, judging from the looks she got from some of the men at the airport. Looks she seemed totally oblivious to.
He shook his head to clear the thoughts that were collecting there. Thoughts he shouldn’t be having about his son’s nanny. Get a grip, Nick … No, she wasn’t an actress but he didn’t believe that modest act of not knowing when guys were checking her out, for a second. Despite her many faults, at least Theo’s mother hadn’t felt the need to show off. She knew she was beautiful and expected everyone to notice. Unlike the other women in his profession. If their looks didn’t get them their own way, their pouts and tantrums did. No wonder he preferred to keep out of the dating circus, despite his well-meaning friends trying to get him to do otherwise.
He sneaked a glance at her. Her head leaned against the darkened window as she stared out, her eyes wide at the different sights. The thinnest beam of light squeezed through the tinted windows and highlighted her head, red sparks flying off her dark brown hair. Had he really thought it was just a dull brown before? Her long, full dark lashes lowered against her olive skin. The Lebanese heritage would explain that. But what about her mother, whom wasn’t Belle?
He shook his head as he dismissed the thought, chiding himself for unnecessary worrying. He wanted Theo to be with him for the holidays and he was. He had hired a nanny that Theo didn’t want to run away from and who spoke three — no, four — different languages. So what if she didn’t divulge her family history to him? Having visited the States enough times, he had on occasion watched the late night crime dramas. He’d seen the profiling for hardened criminals and psychopaths and she, one Miss Rania George, did not fit the bill.
All he needed to know was one, was she good with kids and two, did she have a boyfriend. The second question, as he kept telling himself after the eventful showdown in the sweetshop, was just to ensure he didn’t have to deal with any dramas when she was meant to be looking after his son. Not because he wanted to know on a personal level. Business and pleasure didn’t mix. He’d seen the disastrous results too many times from actresses dating directors, or dating other actors. Drama he didn’t want and didn’t intend to deal with.
“Actually, I do have another question. Something I’m curious about.” She turned to him, the same beam of light highlighting the golden flecks in her eyes. “Why did you decide to become a director? It’s not a regular sort of job.”
Carefully negotiating a turn to avoid waking the small package in the back seat, he shrugged. “My parents were in the industry. My mother was a make-up artist and my dad was a stunt man. Most of my early years were spent on one set or another. Films have been my life.”
Small white teeth began to nibble on her lower lip as she considered this. He felt a twisting in his gut at the movement and he swung his eyes back on the road. Focus, Nick, focus.
“Mmmm. And what about Theo’s mum? Was she in the industry?” He couldn’t help the grim smile when thinking about the years before Theo was born and how he always tried to give Lila what she wanted — what she expected from having a director husband.
“Of sorts. Her dad was a director. That’s how we met. But no, she wasn’t in the industry herself.” Just born and married into it, he wanted to add bitterly, but now wasn’t the place. Not with Theo in the back, who had only heard the happy memories of his mother. He’d always been grateful that his in-laws did not interfere in Theo’s growing up after Lila died. Possibly because they’d always been too preoccupied in themselves to worry about their only daughter, let alone their only grandson.
Reaching up, she flicked a strand of hair from her face. The soft waves fluttered back down and the light scent of roses on a summer’s day drifted through the cool air, stirring feelings in him he thought long dead.
Man, this was going to
be the longest three weeks of his life if he couldn’t keep his mind on work and off her. Trying to divert his own annoyance from himself, he growled inwardly at the passing drivers. In hindsight, maybe it would have been better to bring Mrs. Stowe, the elderly lady who Theo seemed to get on with. Okay, so he’d given her the slip once but that was nothing compared to the amount of times he’d given the others the slip.
“I’m still a little confused,” she began, her brows forming into a puckered frown. “So if you were brought up on the lot and your wife was related to the industry, why not keep Theo with you here instead of sending him to private school in another country?”
It was a good question. Both he and Lila were products of the industry. Lila would have wanted Theo to stay and enter the business as soon as possible. When she was pregnant, she’d already planned what stage school he’d go to, even who his agent would be. He should have realized sooner the Grand Canyon-sized gulf between them; especially after he brought her back to England when things had changed and not necessarily for the better. “Being the offspring of the crew and extras is a bit different from being the child of a director. People expect different things from you.”
“Like?”
Damn, but she was determined. “Like, they expect you to go into the industry. Become a child star. It’s not the most stable of businesses,” he grinned, pleased when he saw the corners of her mouth tilt up in return.
“Fair enough. And if he wants to become an actor or director or studio coffee maker when he gets older, then what? You aren’t going to try and push him into something else?”
He frowned at the mild annoyance in her tone. Like she had been down that road, or been pushed down that road and it had taken her a long time to make her way back.
“No, I wouldn’t. As long as he’s happy in his career, then it’s his right to choose. My parents never forced me. I saw what I want and took it.”
“And do you always take what you want, Nick?”
• • •
Oh my … where had that come from? Leaning as far back against the window as possible, Rania felt her face scorch from the brazenness of her question.