Beneath This Man (This Man, #2)(62)

He shifts forward. ‘Yes, I like the simplicity and warmness. You are very clever. One would think it would come across insipid and cold, but it doesn’t at all.’

‘Thank you, It’s all about the fabrics and tones.’

He smiles, his blue eyes shimmering. ‘Yes, I guess it is.’



We spend a few hours discussing the time frames, schedules and budgets. He is really quite easy to be around, which is a huge relief after he invited me to dinner at our previous meeting. I was worried things would be awkward, but it’s not at all. He took my answer on the chin and has said no more.

‘It will all be sustainable material, yes?’ He runs his long finger over the drawings of a bespoke four-poster bed I have sketched.

‘Of course,’ I mentally thank Ingrid for the important piece of information that Mikael neglected to tell me previously. I indicate the other pieces of furniture I’ve drafted. ‘It’s all sustainable, as per you specification. I understand the forestry commission in Scandinavia is a serious business.’

‘It is,’ he laughs. ‘We all have to do our bit for the environment. We got some bad press after Lusso.’

My mind’s eye is flooded with an image of twelve superbikes and a petrol guzzling DBS. I bet Mikael drives a Hybrid Prius. ‘We do,’ I agree. He casts his eyes to mine, and I smile mildly. ‘Excuse me while I use the ladies’.’ I collect my bag and leave him.

I spend five minutes in the toilets refreshing my face and using the facilities. I’m pleased with how the meeting is progressing, and I’m eager to get back to the office to start working on the master design. I ruffle my hair, pinch my cheeks and exit the ladies’, walking across the lobby of the hotel and back to the snug.

As I enter, I nearly choke on thin air when I see Jesse stood next to Mikael, bold as bloody brass, looking over my designs.

What the f*cking hell is he doing here?





Chapter 12


Oh, he’s gone too far this time. He’s going to trample my business meeting. Oh God, he is going to trample Mikael, and he doesn’t even know that he’s previously asked me to dinner.

I’m at a loss. I stand and watch them chat, all business like, while I try to figure out how to handle this. As per my usual reaction to Jesse’s wayward ways, I want to scream at him, but with Mikael here, that is out of the question.

As if he has sensed my presence – he always does – Jesse slowly turns to face me. I flash him a you’re-pushing-it look and slowly approach them.

‘Mikael,’ I say, muscling my way between them at the table. I feel Jesse tense from head to toe at my informal acknowledgment to my client. He can go and take a leap off the nearest cliff! The man deserves everything he gets. And he wants me to move in? He can forget it, and there will be no sense f*cking to change my mind either.

Mikael smiles at me. I don’t miss the arched eyebrow. ‘Ava, let me introduce you. This is Jesse Ward. He bought the penthouse at Lusso. I was showing Mr Ward your designs. He’s as impressed as I am.’

‘That’s nice,’ I say without even acknowledging Jesse, turning my back on him to face my client instead. ‘Should we diarise our next meeting now?’ I feel ice cold air emanate from Jesse.

‘Yes, that would be good,’ Mikael says. ‘Does Friday afternoon suit? We can meet at Life and get a rough idea on quantities. Maybe I could buy you lunch?’ His eyebrows rise suggestively and while I know I shouldn’t be encouraging this sort of behaviour, I just can’t help myself.

‘Friday afternoon suits me fine and lunch would be lovely.’ I smile, but then feel Jesse’s warm, minty breath on the back of my neck. He’s standing pretty damn close for someone who supposedly doesn’t know me.

‘I’m sorry to interrupt,’ Jesse pipes up.

I freeze. Oh God, please don’t trample.

He grasps my shoulders, and I watch as Mikael frowns in confusion. He slowly turns me around until my stunned face is looking up at him. ‘Baby, have you forgotten that I’m taking you shopping?’

Oh f*cking hell!

He really doesn’t have any regard or shame. He’s going to get me sacked. Mikael is going to be calling Patrick to complain, then Patrick is going find out about Jesse and I’m going to get sacked! I can’t even muster up the strength to fire him a disgusted look.

He is looking down at my dumbstruck face, his eyes twinkling. I have no idea what to do here.

‘I didn’t realise you knew each other.’ Mikael says in utter confusion.

He’s just introduced us and neither one of us informed him that we were already acquainted. Well, much more than acquainted. We are so much more than acquainted. He just called me baby, and he’s holding my shoulders firmly, and not in a professional capacity, whatsoever.

Jesse knocks Mikael out with a killer smile. ‘I was in the area and I knew the love of my life was here,’ he shrugs. ‘I thought I would slip in and get my fix. I’m not going to see her for another four hours.’ He bends down and brushes his lips over my ear. I’m totally speechless. ‘I missed you.’ he whispers.

Missed me? He left me a couple of hours ago. He’s trampling better than ever before. I want to thrust my leg forward and prompt him to piss all over it. The man is impossible, and I have just landed right on my arse after being shoved off Central Jesse Cloud Nine.