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

Rupert, was an exception. He
loved to shop. He could outshop most women. We’d go shopping in London after
breakfast, stop for lunch, then continue shopping, even if only window shopping
on my part while Rupert bought himself whatever he wanted, until around six. It’s
like urban hillwalking. Plus carrying the bags. It definitely builds stamina.’
    ‘I must give it a try,’ he said.
    I studied his expensive clothes. ‘Do you buy your clothes
from one or two main sources? If you’re not into shopping, where do you get
that wardrobe of exquisite menswear?’
    ‘I visit a menswear specialist. They make my suits, and
match them with shirts, ties, accessories. They’re invaluable.’
    ‘It must cost a packet.’
    I thought he was going to choke on his meal. ‘Yes, it does,
but I’m...’ He trailed off, and I saw the conflicting expressions flit across
his features. I think he’d almost come out and said something he had no
intension of revealing. And I think that disconcerted him.
    ‘You’re what?’ I leaned closer across the table. ‘You can
tell me. I’m a secret agent.’
    He laughed and any tension melted from his handsome
features.
    He sat back in his chair and surveyed me. ‘Okay, I’ll tell
you. I’m horribly rich. My family are wealthy and I inherited it all. I’m paid
by the department, though we’re not paid lots of money because it would
encourage those who were after the money rather than through wanting to work
for the department for the right reasons.’
    ‘A rich kid, eh?’
    ‘Filthy rich.’
    ‘In that case, can I indulge in another slice of that
delicious cake, seeing it’s your treat?’
    ‘You certainly can. I love a woman who has an appetite.’
    For a second, a fleeting moment, his pale grey eyes flashed
a sexy signal to me. Then it was gone.
    ‘In fact,’ he said, ‘I think I’ll join you. It does look
mouthwateringly tasty.’
    We laughed and enjoyed the remainder of our lunch, chatting
about my past while I tried to glean details about his.
    We finished our second helping of cake and got ready to
leave the restaurant. I gazed out at the view of the city while he paid the bill.
The grey sky had deepened, threatening a winter storm.
    He helped me on with my coat. ‘Remind me to be wary when I’m
around you, especially at lunch. I wouldn’t usually indulge in a slice of cake
never mind two.’
    ‘Tsk! Don’t pick up any of my bad habits,’ I said, smiling
at him.
    ‘Though I suppose we could go shopping before we head back
to the department and work off all those calories.’
    Linking my arm through his, we left the restaurant and
walked around the city for half an hour or so. It had changed, but so had I,
and I envisaged Montpelier had lots to tell the others within the department
who’d wondered how I kept fit by shopping.
     

     
     
    We arrived back at the department
after lunch, and I felt I’d got to know Montpelier better and yet he’d divulged
little about himself. But I sensed that he didn’t judge me or frown upon my
lack of experience.
    ‘Alexavier is in his office,’ the secretary said to Montpelier. ‘He’s been waiting for you for almost half an hour.’ Her tone hinted that he
was displeased.
    Montpelier didn’t falter and escorted me to Alexavier’s
office. He was seated at his desk and acknowledged Montpelier with a nod while
I received a questioning look. Had I done something wrong?
    Alexavier closed the file he’d been reading. ‘Shall we
commence the briefing?’
    ‘Yes,’ said Montpelier. ‘I’ve explained the broad details of
our current situation to Neve. Though obviously you and I have to decide whose
fiancee she will be.’
    ‘What?’ I said rather too loudly.
    ‘Undercover,’ said Montpelier. ‘You’ll be going undercover
during this assignment.’
    ‘Neve will be your fiancee,’ Alexavier said, sounding as if
he was conceding some sort of defeat.
    Montpelier smiled at me. ‘I think we’ll make a charming
couple.