chance in hell that Hamish MacGregor would ever be able to enter a room without being noticed. On the contrary, all eyes would be on him.
She cleared her throat. “I’m sorry, Mr. MacGregor—”
“Hamish,” he corrected immediately, a soft rumbling sound in his voice that sent her off kilter.
“Hamish, I don’t think this is going to work.”
~ ~ ~
What had Cinead said? Good through and through? Not likely! Tessa Wallace was combative, stubborn, and made for sin. The kind of sin that left you sweaty and panting. The kind of sin he’d sworn off. What had Cinead been thinking, assigning him to this battle-ready, high-strung beauty with long dark brown hair and gorgeous lavender eyes?
“You won’t be able to blend in,” she now said.
Hamish frowned. “Blend in?”
“Everybody will wonder who you are, and I don’t want anybody to know I have a bodyguard. It’s bad enough that I need one.”
He shrugged. “That’s why you’ll tell them I’m your boyfriend.”
Panic flashed in her eyes. “What?”
“We discussed that it would be best if I posed as your boyfriend to avoid questions. It will arouse less suspicion.”
She swallowed visibly. “We?”
“My superiors and I. We know what we’re doing.” Even though Hamish didn’t agree with Cinead’s order. However, the fact that his charge was objecting to the idea, made him involuntarily see the advantages of such an arrangement.
Tessa shook her head. “Nobody will believe it.”
“Then we’ll just have to make it look believable.” At the thought of what that might entail, he felt a jolt of adrenaline rush through his veins. Instantly, he pushed the images from his mind. He wasn’t going to make the same mistake his best friend Aiden had made when he’d fallen for his charge Leila. Even though in Aiden’s case it had all turned out fine, Hamish knew from his own experience that not everybody was that lucky.
Hamish cleared his throat. “Let’s go over the details.”
“Details?” Tessa croaked and stared at him like a deer that found itself in the path of a speeding car.
Clearly she liked the idea of a pretend-boyfriend as little as he did. Not that either of them had a choice in the matter. She’d just have to come to terms with it like he had.
“Yes, the quicker we hash out the details, the more smoothly this will go down.”
“Mr. MacGregor—”
“Tessa, you’ll have to call me Hamish, or nobody will buy that I’m your boyfriend.”
He noticed her nervously rub her hand on her pencil skirt, which accentuated her slim waist and long legs. “Hamish, I’m really not sure how this is going to work. I don’t know you and you don’t know me. There are going to be hundreds of occasions where we can trip each other up.”
“We’ve thought of that, of course.” Or rather, Cinead had. “That’s why it’ll be best for everybody to think that we only just started dating. How about a couple of weeks ago? That way we don’t have to know much about each other.”
“True,” she conceded, “but aren’t you supposed to protect me all the time?”
“Yes. So?”
She sighed as if annoyed that he didn’t immediately know what she was referring to. “I wouldn’t be seeing a guy that frequently if I’d just started dating him. It’s not realistic.”
“It is, if you’re totally into him.”
“But—”
He stepped closer so only a foot of space separated them. “Have you never been completely enamored with a man, even though you only just met him?” A flicker in her eyes told him that she’d had that experience previously. “Well, then you’ll just have to recall what it felt like and act accordingly. And I’ll do the same and pretend I can’t bear to be without you. As long as people see us acting like a couple who can’t keep their hands off each other, they won’t question why I’m not leaving your side.”
At least that was the plan. A plan where so many things could go wrong. A harmless