"Can I have Pretty Pony, Mummy? Sophie has." Sophie was her best friend at nursery and the two were inseparable most of the time.
"I should think so." Lydia rose to look down at the small face smilingly.
"But you must promise to be good for Grandma when she picks you up and brings you home, even if I'm very late. I've only got the job for a little while, so we need to get as much money as we can for your room, don't we?"
"Yep." Hannah obviously realised she was on to a good thing.
"Gamma says I'm her little angel," she continued, fishing for praise which
Lydia dutifully gave. "Little angel' was pushing things a bit far, but then she had never wanted a placid child anyway.
She was in her office at just before nine after dropping Hannah off at the nursery, which unfortunately was in the opposite direction to the Strade office-block, and found Wolf was already at his desk, his black head bent over a long report as she tapped nervously at the interconnecting door.
"Come in, Lydia, don't stand on ceremony." He didn't raise his head as he spoke and she _wondered for an instant if he was telepathic as well. "You can get straight on with that dictation from yesterday," he said, after making a few notes in the margin before raising his head.
"I have an appointment at the other end of the city in an hour, so you should have a relatively undisturbed day." He didn't smile.
The fine silk shirt he wore exactly matched the clear sapphire-blue of his eyes, she thought inconsequentially as she smiled and nodded her reply before leaving the room, and his aftershave-- She caught her thoughts abruptly, annoyed at the way they were heading. His aftershave was aftershave, that was all, she told herself sharply as she sat down at her desk and pulled out her notebook. He had probably paid a fortune to get the sort of reaction her senses had made when the sensual, intoxicatingly masculine fragrance had reached her nose.
She worked steadily for the next half-hour, pausing as he left to take a note of where he could be reached, her
face bland and polite as he rapped out the telephone number and name of the firm, his face preoccupied and his voice remote.
There were several interruptions during the morning, but none she couldn't handle, and after snatching a quick meal in the canteen at lunchtime she continued to work her way through the pages of dictation until three, when a courteous knock at her outer door interrupted her as she had almost completed the notes.
"Come in." The polite smile on her face widened as the tall, good-looking man who had poked his head round the door spoke her name in surprise.
"Lydia? What on earth are you doing here?"
"Mike!" She felt inordinately pleased to see a friendly face in the _huge, overwhelmingly decorous establishment.
"How nice to see you. I'd completely forgotten you work here."
"You're not working for Wolf, are you?" He came fully into the room and walked over to her desk, his eyes bright with interest. Mike Wilson was the husband of one of her oldest friends, Anna, who had been a tower of strength to her when Matthew died, often arriving unannounced when she was feeling at her lowest pitch to whisk her out to lunch and provide a rock-like shoulder to cry on. Lydia didn't know Mike that well--usually the two women met during the day when the agency didn't have any work for Lydia, or at the weekend when Mike was playing his endless rounds of golf--but whenever they had met, Mike had seemed warm and pleasant, if slightly effusive.
"Temping." She smiled up at him ruefully.
"The agency dropped me in the deep end this time, straight to the top."
"I rather think that's a contradiction in terms, but I know what you mean."
Mike grinned sympathetically. "Bit of a slave-driver, isn't he, from what
I've heard?"
"I don't know really, I've only been here a day or so." A little alarm bell, deep in the recess of her mind, tolled warningly. There had been something in his face, she couldn't quite define what, that had made the words more than what they seemed at face value and, ridiculously, she felt a surge of defensive loyalty to Wolf without knowing why.
"Well, this is a nice surprise." He wandered round the side of her desk as he spoke, glancing idly at the papers lying on the top of it as he smiled down at her.
"Wait till I tell Anna."
"How is she? I haven't seen her for a couple of weeks," Lydia said uncomfortably, feeling she should _cover the detailed report on an important contract that she had just completed and printed, but knowing that it would look as though she suspected him of being nosy.
"Fine, fine. You know Anna, nothing gets her down." He gestured towards the door of Wolf's office, still with his eyes on her desk.
"I presume the great man is elsewhere?"
"Yes." To her relief he moved round the front of the desk again and bent down with his elbows resting on the wood as he spoke quietly.