Rock Hard (Rock Kiss #2)(27)

Fascinated by this glimpse into his history, Charlotte nudged at him to tell her more about that first company, and the deep, masculine sound of his voice wrapped around her.




GABRIEL COULD FEEL CHARLOTTE getting more and more tense the closer they got to her home. When he’d offered to drive her, he’d had no ulterior motive. Once in the car though, he’d been considering if he could coax the delectable Ms. Baird into a kiss.

Now he knew that wasn’t about to happen. She’d been fine all day, but something about having him near her home was ratcheting up her fear. His hands tightened on the steering wheel as his mind gave him all sorts of dark reasons why having a male in her home might terrify Charlotte.

“Which way’s the best option?” he asked as he neared a fork in the road, fighting to keep his tone easy even as anger rose in a hot wave under his skin.

“Left,” she said, hands locked tightly together in her lap. “It’s a little quicker.”

Shifting gears, he took the car left. “Are you still catching the bus in the mornings?” He would’ve organized a car for her except that he was sure she’d balk when she realized it was coming from him rather than the company budget.

The restraint didn’t sit well with Gabriel; he liked to look after the people who belonged to him. And regardless of their personal relationship, Ms. Baird belonged to him.

“Yes.” A short pause before she added, “It’s pretty efficient except when it rains. Everyone seems to slow down to a crawl then.” She played with the strap of her purse, the burst of conversation followed by silence until they hit her street. “There.” She pointed out the long drive that serviced multiple town houses.

“Which number?” He was pleased to note the drive was well lit, security lights coming on automatically as his car passed the other town houses.

“The one right at the back.”

He brought the car to a halt a couple of seconds later.

“W…would you mind waiting?” A flush of red on her cheekbones as she made the request.

“Of course I’ll wait.” Gabriel would’ve done so for any woman, but the fact Charlotte had fought her embarrassment to ask gave him another disturbing insight into the emotional scars that marked her.

Getting out, he came around to her door. She’d already opened it, but he placed his hands on her waist and put her on the ground. He was half expecting her to protest the handling; he’d done it precisely so she’d snap at him, the spark back in her eyes, but she just headed for her door, keys in hand and stride a little jerky. Deactivating the alarm using the keypad on the wall just inside the door once she’d opened it, she turned in the doorway.

Suppressed panic on her face, as if she didn’t know what to do now.

It wasn’t the cute panic of a woman unsure about the protocol but happy to have him there. He saw real fear in her eyes.

Shoving down his simmering anger at this further evidence of what had been done to her, he smiled and said, “Have a good night. I’ll pick you up at seven thirty tomorrow.”

A startled blink. “What?”

“Remember I mentioned Rotorua? I got a call about that while you were away from the office.” When she’d bought him ice cream. The reminder eased his tension—Charlotte might have scars, but she liked him, even if she wouldn’t admit it. Her fear wasn’t directed specifically at him. “End result is that we decided to move the meeting up. You and I are heading down to Rotorua tomorrow to speak to a local Maori arts collective whose work I want to feature as part of our arts partnership deal.”

That partnership, involving high-end hotels around the country as well as a select number of premier resort lodges, would not only give the featured artists a serious boost, it’d put the Saxon & Archer brand firmly back at the top of a very exclusive table. It was why Gabriel was being so hands-on when it came to choosing the artists. He’d already confirmed a gifted metal sculptor who worked at the miniature level. A painter specializing in breathtaking New Zealand landscapes was also on his list.

It was all part of his long-term plan to remind people that Saxon & Archer meant the unique and the beautiful, elegance teamed with faultless perfection. It was far from the rough and tumble of his previous position in the sustainable logging industry, when he’d worn boots and hard hats as often as he’d worn suits. However, business was business, and Gabriel understood business.

There wasn’t a doubt in his mind that at the end of his one-year-contract, he’d leave behind a thriving company. The board was already making hopeful noises about having him stay on, but Gabriel had no intention of doing so—he liked playing knight for ailing corporations. The role of a captain holding the ship steady didn’t suit him as well, though he’d make damn sure of his successor’s skill set before he moved on.

When he did, whether it was to another business that needed his skills or to focus on his significant and growing property portfolio, he’d be taking his PA with him. Let the next CEO find his or her own Ms. Baird. Not that they would—Charlotte was one of a kind.

“A seven thirty start will get us there around ten thirty,” he said to her now. “Meeting’s at eleven. We’ll have lunch afterward, be back in Auckland by five.”

“You don’t want me to hold the fort at the office?”