Free Bound By His Desire by Nicole Flockton Page B

Nick’s door. She rapped quickly and then opened it.
    ‘What now?’ he asked, without looking up from the contract he was making notes on.
    ‘Nick, I didn’t bring anything formal to wear when I packed for this trip. If I’d known there was a possibility of this type of event happening, I would’ve packed the dress I wore to Jasmine’s wedding. I’m sorry, but you’re going to have to go by yourself.’
    Her comment had him looking up quickly. ‘No, you are coming tonight, Pamela. Leave everything with me. When we return to the apartment later on, everything you need will be there.’
    He turned back to the papers and made a couple of quick notes before picking it up and holding it out to her.
    ‘If you can make these final changes, we can send this contract off and hopefully close the deal.’
    Pam couldn’t believe the man. He thought he could wave away her concerns with an off-hand comment about getting everything sorted for her. How could he possibly do that? Was he going to go shopping for her?
    She almost snorted out loud at the thought of Nick flicking through racks of clothes. No, he probably had some sexy looking stylist on hand who jumped when he called.
    ‘Today, Pamela.’
    She walked over and took the pages out of Nick’s hands. ‘One question before I leave.’
    ‘Yes?’
    ‘Just how do you propose getting everything I need when I can’t try things on?’
    He waved his hand in the air as if he was shooing an annoying fly. ‘It will be fine. The contract?’
    ‘But, Nick, I’m no — ’
    ‘Enough, Pamela. You have a job to do and arguing with me is not part of it, even though you seem to enjoy that pastime. Trust me, everything will work out.’
    She knew there was no point in trying to get the man to see reason. He was determined to cast aside her concerns.
    ‘Fine,’ she huffed. ‘But if the dress is hideous I’m not going.’
    She turned and walked out of the office, the sound of Nick’s laughter ringing in her ears.
    Nick flicked the cuff of his tux back to check his watch again. The car was due to arrive any minute and Pam still hadn’t come out of her room. She’d been locked in there since they’d arrived home two hours ago.
    The stylist he’d spoken to had assured him she would find the perfect outfit for Pam from top to bottom. He’d emailed the stylist a photo he’d taken of Pamela at Luc’s wedding. He wasn’t a sentimental person, but he’d caught a glimpse of her looking dreamy-eyed as she watched Luc and Jasmine pose for photos. She looked so vulnerable watching them, it had called out to him. So he’d taken a photo. After he’d taken it he’d immediately gone to delete it but stopped himself from following through on the action. Now, hopefully it was enough for the stylist to work out what size Pam needed for her clothes. These people were professionals and knew what they were doing.
    The in-building phone buzzed three times, the signal the car had arrived.
    He was about to walk down the hallway and knock on Pam’s door when he heard the faint sound of the door opening. He turned in the direction of the sound and waited, anxious to see what the stylist had chosen for Pam.
    She had looked amazing today in her simple wraparound dress. He didn’t think she understood how attractive she had looked. How tempting she had been. When he’d whispered close to her ear, after she’d stood up to him in his office, it had taken everything in him not to lift her face and kiss her. She was tempting him to forget his hands-off-assistant rule. Whenever his previous assistants had tried to put the moves on him, he had been repulsed and had turfed them out pretty quickly.
    Pam was different, she stood up to him and challenged him, firing up his blood, and that made her extremely dangerous to his equilibrium.
    As in in the church, Nick watched as Pam made her way down the hallway towards him. In the dim lighting he couldn’t quite see the colour of her dress, but it