“Is English your second language?”
“It is.” But people rarely realized that. “I do not speak with an accent.”
“You don’t use a ton of contractions either.”
“I prefer precise communication.”
Her storm-cloud gaze narrowed in thought. “You’re from Volyarus, aren’t you?”
He felt his eyes widen in surprise. “Yes.”
“Don’t look so shocked. My great-great-grandfather helped discover the oil fields of Volyarus. Did you really think I wouldn’t know that the Seattle office of Yurkovich Tanner is just a satellite? They paid for my university education. It was probably some long-ago agreement with Bartholomew Tanner.”
She was a lot closer than was comfortable to the truth. “He was bequeathed the title of baron, which would make you a lady.”
“I know that, but my mom doesn’t.” And from Chanel’s tone, she didn’t want the older woman finding out. “Besides, the title would only pass to me if I were direct in line with no older sibling.”
“Do you have one?” he asked, knowing the answer but following the script of a stranger.
“No.”
“So you are Dame Tanner, Lady Chanel, if you prefer.”
Her lovely pink lips twisted with clear distaste. “I prefer just Chanel.”
“Your mother is French?” he asked, continuing the script he’d carefully thought out beforehand.
Demyan was always fully prepared.
“No. She loves the Chanel label, though.”
“She named you after a designer brand?” His investigators had not revealed that fact.
“It’s no different than a parent naming their child Mercedes, or something,” Chanel replied defensively.
“Of course.”
“She named me more aptly than she knew.”
“Why do you say that?” he asked with genuine surprise and curiosity.
He would have thought it was the opposite.
“Mom loves her designers, but what she never realized was that Coco Chanel started her brand because she believed in casual elegance. She wore slacks when women simply did not. She believed beauty should be both effortless and comfortable.”
“Did she?”
“Oh, yes. Mom is more of the ‘beauty is pain’ school of thought. She wishes I were, too, but well, you can see I’m not.” Chanel indicated her lab coat over a simple pair of khaki slacks and a blue T-shirt.
The T-shirt might not be high fashion, but it clung to Chanel’s figure in a way that revealed her unexpectedly generous curves. She wasn’t overweight, but she wasn’t rail thin either, and if her breasts were less than a C cup, he’d be surprised.
That information had not been in her dossier, either.
“You’re staring at my breasts.”
“I apologize.”
“Okay.” She sighed. “I’m not offended, but I’m not used to it. My lab coat isn’t exactly revealing and the men around here, well, they stare at my data more than me.”
“Foolish men.”
“If you say so.”
“I do.”
“You’re flirting again.”
“Are you going to try to ignore me like the delivery man?”
“Am I going to see you again to ignore you?”
“Oh, you will definitely see me again.”
* * *
As hard as Chanel found it to believe, the gorgeous corporate guy had meant exactly what he said. And not in a business capacity.
He wanted to see her again. She hadn’t given him her number, but he’d called to invite her to dinner. Which meant he’d gone to the effort to get it. Strange.
And sort of flattering.
Then he’d taken her to an independent film she’d mentioned wanting to see.
Chanel didn’t date. She was too awkward, her filters tuned wrong for normal conversation. Even other scientists found her wearing in a social setting.
Only, Demyan didn’t seem to care. He never got annoyed with her.
He didn’t get offended when she said something she shouldn’t have. He didn’t shush her in front of others, or try to cut off her curious questioning of their waiter on his reasoning behind recommending certain meals over others.
It was so different than being out with her family that Chanel found her own awareness of her personal failings diminishing with each hour she spent in Demyan’s company.
She’d never laughed so much in the company of another person who wasn’t a scientist. Had never felt so comfortable in a social setting with anyone.
Tonight they were going to a dinner lecture: Symmetry Relationships and the Theory of Point and Space Groups. She’d been wanting to hear this particular visiting lecturer from MIT for a while, but the outing had not been her idea.