His Last Chance at Redemption (3 page)

The man, Leo Alek-someone, didn’t seem surprised.

Just then another parent arrived at the gate to be buzzed into the centre and Lexi rose to her feet. ‘If you’ll excuse me, I need to attend to someone else and while I do I’ll double check with my colleagues as to whether Amanda passed on a message about you.’

She headed towards the door and felt his body move infinitesimally, as if he planned to follow her.

‘I wouldn’t,’ she warned him coolly, heart pounding a mile a minute. ‘We have panic buttons carefully placed throughout the centre and if you follow me I’ll set one off.’

He stared at her for a long moment and then smiled.

Lexi’s breath caught at the dazzling effect of that smile. Then it turned lazy as he noted her reaction. ‘You’re bluffing, Miss Somers.’

Yes, she was. They had one panic button in the centre and she had no doubt he’d be on her before she could even instruct someone to activate it.

‘Follow me and find out,’ she dared, wondering at the husky challenge in her voice. Something about this man’s inherent sense of authority, that came with being super rich, or super famous, rubbed her up the wrong way.

He cocked his head, his eyes running over her as if she was a delicacy he wouldn’t mind nibbling. Heat constricted her throat and when his gaze dropped to her chest her breasts seemed to expand and tighten in a completely visceral response that was as shocking as it was unexpected.

His eyes, no longer icy, met hers and lust, the like she had never experienced before, exploded deep in her belly as she registered the inherent interest he didn’t have the good manners to hide. ‘Don’t be long.’

Don’t be …
Lexi stalked out of the room.

Had she ever met a ruder, more charismatic man in her life?

L
EO
watched the petite brunette sweep out of her office as if the hounds of hell were after her, her ponytail bobbing behind her head like an overwound pendulum.

Run, angel, run
.

He smiled to himself, unable to take his eyes off her trim figure.

He shouldn’t have goaded her like that but he couldn’t resist the way her exotic golden eyes had sparkled at him crossly and the way her creamy skin had flushed pink.

She’d had the strangest effect on him the minute she’d come striding through the door like some field marshal about to do battle. Her heart-shaped face tipped at an angle that said she could easily take on Alexander the Great and win.

Okay, maybe it wasn’t the
strangest
effect. Maybe it was a purely sexual one, but it had hit him from left field because she wasn’t his usual type. Too uptight—despite the Snow White attire—and too small. Delicate even. Her waist appearing so slender he could wrap his hands around her without any trouble at all. He liked his women a little taller, a little more sophisticated and a
lot
more accommodating.

He cupped his hands behind his head and spied the contents of her desk. Papers, brightly coloured pens, cotton dolls and a computer keyboard, all neatly arranged. Soft pink curtains hung from the single window and various child related paraphernalia lined the walls.

And some New-Agey smell had got up his nose and he had yet to locate the source. He wondered how Lexi Somers smelled and whether her neat figure would live up to the promise outlined in her prim blouse and red skirt. Then he told himself to quit it—he wasn’t here for that.

Only his mind had already conjured up a pleasurable image of the hint of puckered nipples beneath the lacy bra she wore and his mouth watered as he wondered at their colour. Their taste. He’d noticed her response to his perusal of her body earlier and as much as she might be trying to appear cool and calm—he could tell she was a fireball of nerves inside.

What would she be like in bed? Coolly efficient, or hot and abandoned?

The thought hadn’t fully formed in his mind before the annoying bell over her office door tinkled. His senses stood to attention at the sound of her determined footsteps crossing the linoleum flooring in shoes more befitting a party-girl than a childcare manager. And what was up with that? Clearly she was a woman who played on her sexuality.

Definitely hot and abandoned, he decided, and unconsciously breathed deep as she skirted past him. Just the hint of vanilla and … musk? Seductive, whatever it was, he thought, slightly bemused at his one-track mind.

‘I’m sorry you’ve wasted your time, Mr …’

‘Aleksandrov.’ He said his surname more slowly, amused despite himself that she might really not know who he was. It happened so rarely nowadays.

‘Aleksandrov.’ She smiled, her hands folded primly together on her desk as if the matter was resolved.

Leo twisted his mouth into a smile and slouched back in the wooden chair built for a doll. ‘And why is that,
Miss
Somers?’ he asked casually, unwilling to refute her mistaken belief that she was in control of this situation just yet.

‘I’ve checked with my colleagues and there has been no
message about a change in pick up arrangements so I cannot release Ty Weston into your care.’

Leo felt an itch attack his left eyebrow and ignored it. Just as he ignored her statement. Instead he folded his arms across his chest and stared her down, waiting for her to break. Surprisingly, she held his gaze longer than he had expected. Then she sat straighter. ‘I think it’s time you left.’

If only he could.

‘What are you going to do when nobody comes to collect Ty?’

A flicker of doubt clouded her eyes and she let out a pent-up breath. ‘Look, I’ve had a lousy day so far and you’re not making it any better. I have no idea who you— Oh! You’re—’

‘Ty’s father.’

He spoke at the same time as she had deduced the information and he raised a mocking brow at her cleverness.

‘The eyes. You have his eyes.’

Leo didn’t know that. He’d never once looked at the photos his security team provided in their regular updates on his son.

A sheen of sweat broke out across his brow at the thought of meeting him now. Already emotions and guilt he’d had no trouble keeping at bay for years were swelling inside him like heavy rain filling a river, and he mentally cursed Amanda Weston and her conniving ways.

Leo stood up, ignoring the heat of Lexi Somers’ gaze as it raked over his chest, pulling his stomach muscles tight.

Perhaps he should have told her his relationship to Ty from the outset, but the last thing he wanted was word to get out that he had a son. If it did he’d have to supply Ty with a security detail for the rest of his childhood and he had wanted to avoid that at all costs. ‘Fine. Now you can go get him. I’ll wait here.’

The surprise that had softened her full lips disappeared and she shook her head. ‘I’m sorry; I can’t do that.’

Leo felt the return of his earlier annoyance at her stubbornness. ‘Why not?’

‘You’re not on his list of appointed people permitted to collect him.’

Chort vozmi!
‘What a load of rubbish,’ he rasped.

She stood up to face him and gripped the edges of her desk. ‘It’s not rubbish. We have procedures in the centre to ensure the children’s safety and—’

‘If you knew who I was you wouldn’t be arguing with me.’

He blew out a breath. He sounded like a self-important ass and the look on the brunette’s face said she’d come to the same conclusion.

‘Why? Because you’re above the law?’ The imperious question didn’t require an answer but he wanted to give her one. He wanted to take the line his Cossack ancestors would have done: press her up against the wall and take what her wide-spaced golden eyes had been offering since she’d first marched into the room. Then he’d take his son and get the hell out of there.

Pity a couple of centuries had spoiled that option.

‘I’m his father,’ he ground out, the words sounding strange to his ears.

‘A father whose name is not on any of our forms,’ she reminded him. ‘And why is that?’

Leo reined in surging guilt that threatened to spiral into rage and paced two steps to the back of the room.

He sucked in a deep breath, knowing that logically she had a point even though her question was way out of line.

He turned back to face her. ‘Look, Miss Somers—’ he unclenched his jaw ‘—I want to be here about as much as you want me here but I don’t have a choice. Amanda delivered a note to my office advising me that there was no one else to take care of Ty. Otherwise I wouldn’t be here.’

‘Are you having custody issues?’

Leo felt his eyes harden. ‘I am not about to discuss my personal business with you.’

She stood firm. ‘And I’m not about to release a child into the care of a man I’ve never met before and who is not on his list of trusted carers.’

Leo rubbed his neck. ‘Try his mother again.’

She looked as if she wouldn’t but then picked up the phone and hit redial.

‘Still no answer.’

Leo swore and saw her eyes widen in silent reprimand. Too bad. The angel didn’t like his language.

Then he returned to the doll’s chair and sprawled in front of her. ‘So what do we do now?’

For the first time since she returned she looked unsure and swivelled around to check the clock behind her.

‘Half an hour to go, angel. Maybe we should find something else to do other than argue to make the time go quicker.’

Her eyes took on the size of the dinner plates his lunch had been served on and he cursed his rampaging libido. What was he doing thinking about sex with this woman at a time like this? ‘Forget I said that.’

‘I most certainly will. It was tacky in the extreme.’

Leo’s eyes wandered over her with insolent abandon. ‘Don’t pretend you haven’t thought about it, angel.’

She gasped and he smiled at her outrage. ‘I most certainly have not! And do not call me angel.’

He smiled. She had. And so had he.

‘I’ll call you whatever I want and you’re a liar.’

‘And you’re incredibly rude.’

He shrugged and checked the clock. ‘Are you seriously going to make me wait until six o’clock before I can take him?’ He’d never come up against such resistance from a woman before.

‘No. I’m going to call the police.’ She reached for the phone and he leaned across the desk and covered her hand with one
of his. Sensation shot up his arm at the contact and for a moment all he could do was stare at her.

Time seemed suspended between them and then she wrenched her hand out from under his. ‘Get your hands off me.’

‘Settle down, Miss Somers, before you get hysterical.’

‘I do not get
hysterical
. But you are crossing the line Mr Aleksandrov, and I want you to leave.’

Leo scrubbed his face. At least she remembered his name this time. ‘I apologise. Call the police if it makes you feel better but it won’t change anything. Amanda Weston has done a runner for the weekend and I’m all the kid’s got.’

The angel rubbed the back of her hand as if she could still feel his touch and Leo’s fingers flexed involuntarily because he could definitely still feel the silk of her skin. ‘That remains to be seen.’

He glanced at the clock. ‘Five minutes to go. Surely Amanda would be here by now if she was coming.’

‘Not necessarily. She’s often late, sometimes even forgetting to turn up at all.’

‘What?’
He was genuinely shocked by her comment and he saw the moment she knew she’d said too much. ‘How many times?’

‘Pardon?’

‘How many times has she forgotten?’

‘I can’t remember.’ She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and he knew she was lying. He stared at her until she grew uncomfortable. ‘A few since her mother passed away.’

He frowned. ‘Her mother died?’

‘She fell and broke her hip two weeks ago. I understand there was a complication with the surgery.’

He shook his head. ‘I didn’t know.’

‘Why am I not surprised.’

It was a statement, not a question, and he scowled, deciding
to ignore her disparaging tone. ‘Why should that affect when Amanda picks the boy up?’

‘Because she doesn’t normally do it. As I understand it her mother was Ty’s main carer.’

Leo frowned. Ty’s grandmother had taken care of him? Maybe he should have read those reports after all.

‘You didn’t know that either, did you?’ The angel didn’t look impressed and he wanted to tell her she had no right to judge him.

‘So it would seem,’ he snapped, getting up and stalking the short distance to the rear of the room and back.

Leo noticed that she watched him as if she was trying to read him and he felt uncomfortable under her close scrutiny. He instinctively knew that if he told her he’d never even met his son she’d take umbrage and probably call in the army to deal with him and the truth was—he was a little worried. Danny was organising a nanny to meet him at his apartment to take over from him but … what would he do with a three-year-old until then?

Long suppressed memories of his baby brother spiked in his head—that soft little body, his cheeky grin, the way he had called him ‘Layo.’ Leo swallowed past the bile in his throat and refixed his gaze on Lexi Somers. His eyes dropped to the row of pearl buttons on her blouse and he imagined grabbing the collar and ripping them off. Imagined baring her to his hungry gaze and lifting her onto the desk and burying himself deep inside her. His body hardened, but sex wouldn’t change the inevitable, only delay it, and he knew that was the reason it was on his mind so much since he’d arrived here. He was trying to distract himself. It had nothing to do with the brunette with the tiny waist and golden eyes.

‘Mr Aleksandrov, are you okay?’ He blanked his expression and told himself to stop being an ass and figure out this problem. Give him a stock market crash or a potential hotel site to assess and he’d have the situation under control in
minutes. Dealing with the needs of a young child was so far removed from his reality he was struggling to be one step ahead of the issues.

Then it hit him. He’d forgotten to treat this situation like a business transaction. And hadn’t he learned that everything came down to one thing?

‘How much do you need to hand Ty over?’