OOPS! I'M A SECRET AGENT (Romance) Read Online Free

palest grey eyes I’d ever seen. His lashes were dark blond, and
his cheekbones bore a scattering of gold highlights as if he’d had a flying
visit to some far off tropical place where the sun had touched his cheeks and
brushed across his nose, before being snatched back to the cold Scottish
winter.
    ‘I thought I could show you around and then we’d have
lunch,’ he said, his Scottish accent making me wonder if he was from Edinburgh
rather than Glasgow.
    I let him escort me from reception through to the equivalent
of the burrows where my desk was pointed out to me. ‘Alexavier’s office is over
there.’ He pointed to a room opposite my niche. ‘And I’m just down the
corridor.’ He paused. ‘I’m sure you have lots of questions. Is there anything
you want to ask me?’
    ‘Are you from Edinburgh?’ I said, wishing I’d asked
something pertinent but nothing had sprung to mind.
    ‘Yes. I believe you’re originally from Glasgow though you’ve
been in London for several years.’
    I nodded. I’m sure he knew all about me, every detail noted
in some buff coloured file.
    ‘What made you apply for this type of work?’ he said.
    The sparkly barperson and poodle parlour assistant didn’t
appeal to me? Rupert thought you’d never want me? A moment of sheer silliness
that went too far? I needed a job and this was offered to me?
    ‘I thought it would be interesting.’
    He looked down at me as if I was interesting, and I felt no
need for my blusher.
    He smiled and unhooked his gaze from mine.
    ‘I’ll be honest with you, Neve. There’s nothing else here
except unending corridors and offices. Unless you’re eager for the full tour,
perhaps we can head out for lunch. I know this wonderful restaurant not far
from here. It’s got a great view of the city.’
    He helped me on with my warm black coat and continued to
show exquisite manners as he led me out of the Glasgow department into the
heart of the city.
    It was a cold, frosty day. Tomorrow, it would be December.
The streets were busy with shoppers, the shops ablaze with lights and Christmas
decorations. In contrast, the sky was a vast blanket of muted greys. I hadn’t
seen a sky like that since I’d left Scotland all those years ago. It looked
dramatic, magnificent, as was the man walking beside me.
    Montpelier had put a stylish coat on over his suit, and as
we walked along I saw quite a few women glance at him. I felt totally
invisible, and forgettable, the type that Alexavier said I was and part of the
reason I’d been hired.
    I couldn’t imagine how Montpelier could blend into the
crowd. He towered above most of them in height and manner. I’d only ever seen
men who looked and dressed like him in catalogues. Men who advertised menswear,
expensive but stylish coats with silk linings, worn loose over well cut suits,
and shiny shoes without any scuffs. Coiffed and cuff linked to perfection. This
was Montpelier. I was walking along the street with a stunner.
    I wondered, was he really a spy?
    ‘Did Alexavier mention me to you?’ he said.
    ‘No, but I’ve barely spoken to Alexavier since I was hired.’
    ‘Really?’ His tone hinted at disapproval.
    ‘Yes, he’s been busy. Jenkins was my mentor.’
    ‘I’m sure Alexavier will make time for you here.’
    Why did I sense he was having a dig at Alexavier? Was there
some rivalry I should know about?
    ‘Do you get along with him?’ I dared to ask.
    A flicker of surprise crossed his features. I sensed he
wasn’t used to someone like me asking such a blatant thing, but I figured this
was relevant.
    He smiled, clearly amused. ‘No, not really.’
    That flicker of surprise transferred itself to my face. I
hadn’t expected such a bold reply.
    ‘Luckily we don’t need to,’ he said, ‘and he’s hardly ever
up here. We thought you’d be coming here alone, to work with me. I guess he
wants to handle the current situation personally.’ He threw me a look that
hinted at more than work being