Matteo confused her almost as much she confused herself.
She wanted him.
Oh, my, she wanted him, and last night had been perfect.
Absolutely perfect except for one thing.
Unlike the sensual kiss they had shared after the win, at the end of last night, when he’d taken her back to the hotel, Matteo had briefly kissed her on the cheek like he was saying goodbye to some elderly moustached aunt.
Maybe all that she’d told him had been a bit too much.
And, Abby conceded, Matteo was way too much to be cutting her teeth on. He didn’t do relationships—he had made that blatantly clear—and Abby really was the last person to consider a casual relationship.
Except she was.
She was lying in bed, in pyjamas, and wondering what it would be like to have sex with Matteo.
In fact, since the first night they’d met she’d often found herself lying in bed wondering the very same.
Instead of dwelling on that lovely thought, when there was a knock at the door she pulled back the covers and answered it.
It wasn’t breakfast, just the coffee she had ordered, given that they had an official breakfast starting in less than an hour.
She wondered how the team would shape up this morning.
Abby got dressed. There were several issues being a woman in a very male world and the Boucher corporate wear was one of them.
Bottle-green men’s trousers.
Yum.
A bottle-green shirt and a black belt and lovely flat black shoes.
She headed down to the restaurant and there, looking very seedy but dressed in bottle-green, were her team.
‘How was last night?’ Abby asked.
‘Kedah’s a bad influence,’ Pedro said. ‘I can see pink elephants.’
‘Just keep smiling,’ Abby said.
‘Kedah wants to sponsor us too!’ Pedro told her.
Breakfast was long and there were an awful lot of photos and after that there were even more interviews for poor Pedro.
‘How’s Pedro doing?’ Abby jumped at the sound of Matteo’s voice.
‘Very well,’ she said. ‘I wasn’t expecting to see you this morning.’
‘We’ll talk in a moment,’ Matteo said. ‘I just want to ca
tch up with Pedro.’ He went over and whatever he had to say to Pedro took ages and then finally he came over to her.
‘Can we go somewhere?’ Matteo asked and Abby nodded; he had his business face on and looked tired.
They found a table and she ordered tea and Matteo did the same.
‘You don’t look like you’ve slept,’ she commented.