Chapter 5 Regrets

Shit," he hissed beneath his breath, wasting a brief moment of his very precious time on a twinge of regret before shrugging that smidgen of conscience away.

Instead he attempted to focus his attention on a solution to what could definitely become a problem. The sex had been quite good, really, and just what he'd needed to blow off the frustrations of the day.

But the girl was his employee, a very junior employee-and Dante hardly ever went there. Plus, she was his friend's sister, and Dante for damned sure never went there. And yet he'd gone there last night and had no one to blame but himself.

To give Chloe her due, she had never looked at him in that way, never hinted at wanting any form of sexual relationship with him. If anything, until last night, she had been indifferent toward him and even seemed to dislike him at times. He snorted at that last thought, dismissing it as unlikely.

When women pretended indifference, they were usually playing hard to get, and she was definitely the type to play ridiculous games like that. Look how easily she'd fallen into his bed last night. Surely that was proof she'd been harboring some sort of attraction for him all along.

He just hoped she didn't think it would be the start of something; he really didn't need the complication of breaking Luc's sister's heart.

He liked the guy and they had been friends for a long time-and even though Dante had known of her existence, he had never actually met Luc's sister until she applied for this job.

He hadn't been too enthused by the idea of giving her the position-especially in light of his unexpected physical response to her presence. But he wasn't about to offend one of his few real friends by refusing to give the man's precious sister a job-no matter how woefully underqualified she was on paper.

He shook himself impatiently, irritated that he had already wasted this much time on the incident when he had to figure out how to approach the precarious situation with the Shinjuku metropolitan government.

He resented having to devote any of his time to considering the possible ramifications of his ill-advised sexual encounter with a woman. Not when he had so many other pressing issues to deal with.

He shook his head as he rose from bed and crossed to the bathroom for a quick shower. He had the utmost confidence he would handle this incident in the best way possible; it was just sex, after all. By the time he was dressed and ready to face the day, he had already dismissed the episode and was focused on other, far more important matters.

When Cleo joined Dante in the living room, he greeted her with his usual morning grunt, keeping his focus on his laptop.

"Miss Knight, I need you to send an urgent e-mail to Miles Kinross for the Phase One original blueprints," he said without looking up.

"Right now?" she asked, and he lifted his gaze from the computer screen to frown at her.

"Yes, right now. I wouldn't use the word 'urgent'"-he used mocking air quotes-"if I didn't want it right now."

Cleo gritted her teeth, bit back the sarcastic retort hovering on the tip of her tongue, and settled for saccharine sweetness instead.

"Well, I only ask, sir, because it's midnight in South Africa, and Mr. Kinross may not be checking his e-mails. I thought you might prefer the direct approach of a phone call instead."

"Then make yourself useful and get him on the line. Be proactive for a change."

She lifted her brows and picked up her company phone. She really wished she hadn't fallen into bed with this man so easily.

But having regrets now-while she still sported patches of stubble burn on her inner thighs and her breasts tingled tantalisingly-was a waste of energy.

His sultry mouth had trailed over every inch of her skin, and his heavy stubble had left a pale pink trail in some of the places he had lingered. There was even a faint sting in the small of her back, telling her she probably wore the same naughty stubble burn just above her butt.

Cleo endeavored not to dwell too much on the unwelcome and intimate physical reminders of her lapse in judgment last night.

But that wasn't an easy thing to do when she could barely suppress a shiver as she recalled how masterfully he had flipped her onto her stomach and dragged his wicked lips down from the nape of her neck to-

"Miss Knight?"

Whoa. She snapped out of the raunchy daze and stared blankly into his impatient face.

"The phone call?"

"Yes, of course," she sputtered, feeling foolish as she dialed the number.

Miles Kinross, as she had suspected, had already retired for the night and not alone, if the sultry feminine voice in the background was anything to go by. Kinross was a handsome man and-if office gossip was to be believed-like Dante Damaso, he rarely dated the same woman for longer than a month or two.

Cleo was in the middle of explaining what they needed when the phone was yanked rudely from her hand and Dante took over the conversation.

She straightened her shoulders, determined to ignore his boorish behavior, and headed over to the lavish buffet breakfast he must have ordered from room service.

At least he'd remembered to order enough for two this time.

She allowed herself another flash of aggravation at the memory of how he had completely overlooked her need for a meal last night. Inconsiderate bastard.

No wonder she'd been so susceptible to his dubious charms; she'd been suffering from impaired judgment due to starvation. Dying of hunger now, she heaped her plate with scrambled eggs, crispy bacon, and toast before sitting down to dig in.

She barely managed more than a mouthful before he concluded his call.

"There's no time for breakfast. We're running late as it is. Our first meeting is in forty minutes, and the driver has informed me that it'll take at least half an hour to get there in rush-hour traffic.

I don't want to be late. It's unprofessional and considered extremely rude in Japan."

"Oh, but .. . She stared longingly down at her still-full plate.

"If you'd been up earlier, you would have had more time to eat," he pointed out as he picked up his briefcase.

Yeah, right. Cleo had dawdled over her morning prep, gathering her courage to face him.

She had tried to anticipate every possible scenario: he'd sweep her up into his arms and propose a torrid affair, he'd be unable to meet her eyes and unsure of what to say to her, he'd explain how their indiscretion had been only a passing thing, never to be repeated.