Snowbound Surprise for the Billionaire

‘Good to know you can move when necessary,’ Flynn said, gesturing her towards the door.

Addie could hardly believe she was in Munich! She practically danced out of the door.

She halted outside. Which way did he want to go? Where did he mean to take her? Oh, goodness, it was cold! She tightened her scarf about her throat and stamped her feet up and down. ‘It was thirty-three degrees Celsius when we left Sydney. The predicted top for Munich today is four!’

‘In a couple of days you won’t even notice.’

She turned to stare at him.

‘Okay, you’ll notice, but it won’t hurt so much.’

‘I’ll accept that. So, what are you going to show me?’

‘We’re going to get our bearings first.’

Excellent plan. She pulled the complimentary map she’d found in her room from her coat pocket at the exact moment he pulled the same map from his.

He stared at her map, then at her and shook his head.

‘What? I didn’t want to get lost.’ In rural Australia getting lost could get you killed.

‘There’s nothing dainty about you, is there, Addie?’

‘Not if you’re using dainty as a synonym for helpless,’ she agreed warily. If it was important to him she supposed she could try and cultivate it, though.

He shoved his map back into his pocket. ‘While we’re on the subject, for the record I do not want you carrying my luggage.’

‘Okay. Noted.’ Man, who knew that negotiating the waters of PA and boss politics could be so tricky? ‘Okay, while we’re on the subject. When we’re in business meetings and stuff, do you want me to call you Mr Mather and sir?’

His lip curled. ‘Sir?’

Okay, she didn’t need a business degree to work out his thoughts on that. ‘So we’re Herr Mather and his super-efficient—’ and dainty if she could manage it ‘—PA, Addie.’

‘Herr Mather and his assistant, Adelaide,’ he corrected.

A little thrill shot up her spine. Adelaide sounded so grown up. It was a proper name for a PA. ‘Right.’

Brrr...if they didn’t move soon, though, she’d freeze to the footpath. She glanced at the map in her hand and then held it out to him. She could read a map as well as the next person, but she was well aware that the male of the species took particular pride in his navigational skills.

‘You haven’t been to Munich before?’ she asked as he unfolded the map.

‘No. What made you think I had?’

He studied the map and a lock of chestnut hair fell onto his forehead. The very tips were a couple of shades lighter and they, along with his tan, seemed at odds with all of this frosty cold. It made him seem suddenly exotic.

Deliciously exotic.

Delicious? She frowned. Well, she knew he was perfectly perfect—she’d known that the moment he’d stepped onto Lorna Lee’s dressed in a perfectly perfect suit. He was also decidedly male. That had become evident the moment she’d clapped eyes on him in jeans and boots. She just hadn’t felt all of that down in her gut until this very moment. She swallowed. Now she felt it all the way to her bones.

Flynn Mather was a perfect specimen of perfectly perfect maleness. In fact, if he’d been a stud bull she’d have moved heaven and earth to have him on the books at Lorna Lee’s and—

‘Addie?’

She snapped out of it. She swallowed. ‘Sorry, brain fog, jet lag, the cold, I don’t know.’ What had they been talking about? She couldn’t remember. She stared at the map and pointed. ‘So where are we? What do I need to know?’

‘Medieval walled city, remember?’

‘Yep.’ Nothing wrong with her memory.

‘This circle here encloses the heart of the city. Most of our negotiations will take place within this area.’

She followed his finger as it went around, outlining where he meant. A tanned finger. A strong, tanned, masculine finger.

She had a feeling that perfectly perfect PAs didn’t notice their boss’s fingers.

‘Our hotel is here.’ His finger tapped the big blue star emblazoned with the hotel’s name. ‘Marienplatz—the town square—is the heart of it all and it’s here...which is only a couple of blocks away.’

She jolted away from him in excitement. ‘Oh, let’s start there! I’ve read so much—’

She choked her words back. Perfectly perfect PAs waited to find out what was required of them. They didn’t take the bit between their teeth and charge off.

‘I mean only if it’s convenient, of course, and part of your plan.’

He stared down at her and, while Munich was cold, the sky was blue but not as blue as Flynn’s eyes. He grinned, and warmth—as if an oven door had been opened—encompassed her. ‘You’re trying really hard, aren’t you?’

She couldn’t deny it. ‘Very.’

‘I’d be happier if you’d just relax a bit.’

She bit her lip. ‘I just want to do a good job and not let you down.’

‘Wrong answer.’

She stared back at him. ‘What was I supposed to say?’

‘Noted,’ he drawled and she couldn’t help but laugh.

She could do relaxed...perfectly. ‘To be honest, Flynn, I don’t care which way we go, but can we move, please, before my feet freeze solid?’

He took her arm, his chuckle a frosty breath on the air. ‘Right this way.’

He turned them towards Marienplatz. She stared at the shop fronts they passed, the people and the clothes they wore, the cars...but when she glanced up her feet slid to a halt.

‘What now?’ Flynn asked with exaggerated patience.

She pointed. ‘Spires,’ she whispered. Oh, Robbie! ‘And green domes.’

‘Pretty,’ he agreed.