She wasn’t deliberately flouting the rules, Mikael realised, they had just never applied to her.
‘I want to sit at the bar,’ she said as they were led to a table.
‘Fine,’ Mikael said, because it was her night.
‘I want to order.’
‘Do so, then.’
‘What do you want to drink?’ she asked.
‘They know my order,’ he said
‘A drink for Mikael and one Irish coffee for me.’
He just looked at the barman who, to his credit, only blinked once.
‘Can I have some money to pay him, Mikael?’ she asked.
‘I have an account here.’
‘I want to pay, though,’ she said. ‘I want to buy you a drink.’
With his money!
‘Mikael!’ A couple of silks came over. ‘Didn’t expect to see you here tonight. Bad luck—really thought you’d got him off.’
‘So did I for a while,’ Mikael said.
They chatted about work for a few moments, but all eyes were on Layla.
‘Where the hell did you find her?’
‘Don’t ask.’
‘She’s stunning.’
‘She’s exhausting,’ he said, and looked over to where Layla sat perched on a bar stool. She was wearing a cream moustache and chatting to the now besotted barman, who’d been foolish enough to say that he’d noticed her shoes as she came in.
‘And now…’ Layla smiled to the barman ‘…I take them dancing. Come on, Mikael!’
She could dance!
‘It’s so easy!’ She beamed. ‘So sexy!’ She laughed. ‘No wonder it is forbidden.’
As she danced and swayed Layla had possibly never been happier in her life, and her exuberance and sheer joy were infectious. So much so that the mood at the rather staid club lifted and a night that might have been spent commiserating over Mikael’s loss seemed to have turned into a party—everyone was up and dancing.
‘You are sexy, Mikael,’ Layla said, wrapping her arms around his neck.
He was so lithe and so full of surprises—for she’d thought he would sit at the bar, but instead they’d moved together and danced into the small hours.
‘Will you kiss me again?’
‘Not here,’ he said, and as the music slowed she leant against him.
‘When we get back to the hotel can we do what they did on the television?’
Mikael frowned. It seemed a very, very long time ago since he’d been told that the verdict was in, and only when Layla spoke on did he remember she’d been watching a TV show.
‘Can we act as if we’re having sex but keep our panties on?’ Layla asked.
‘No,’ Mikael said. ‘And I don’t wear panties.’
‘Please?’
‘No,’ he said again.
‘I’m tired of dancing now.’ Layla sulked.
‘Good.’
The driver took them back to the hotel.
‘Thank you for taking me dancing.’ She looked at him. ‘Will you stay here with me tonight?’
Mikael had been thinking about the same thing all the car ride back to the hotel. ‘Well, I’ve just had a chat with my self-control and, yes, I will stay here with you tonight.’
‘Where are you going?’ Layla said as they stepped into her suite and Mikael headed straight for the bathroom.
‘To shave,’ he said. Because she bruised like a peach and the kiss he wanted to give her would have her face in shreds.
Layla sat on the edge of the bath as Mikael rolled up his shirtsleeves, went through the hotel tray and then rubbed shaving cream in his jaw.
‘I think I sweated,’ she said.
Mikael shook his head a little at her way with words.
‘I would like another bath.’
‘Run it yourself, then.’
She met his eyes in the mirror and held his gaze, and the look between them seemed to go on for ever.