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purpose. Isobel
got to her feet and walked towards him, waiting until he’d finished
talking to the woman behind the desk before she said
anything.
     
    “Good morning, Mr. James.” She made
sure that her voice was neutral. Tyler James turned to look at her,
frowning briefly as he tried to place who she was and obviously
coming up blank. “Isobel Cairns? We met last night and you told me
to meet you here this morning to start work?” She made her voice
sound as though she was questioning his memory, and he immediately
looked abashed and put out his own hand to take hers in a
handshake.
     
    “Isobel. Of course. Please forgive me.
My mind was elsewhere.” He had been shaking her hand slowly the
entire time he was speaking, and Isobel firmly pulled her hand back
and out of his grasp, smiling to herself at his obvious
discomfort.
     
    “Excuse me just one minute, Isobel.”
He turned back to the receptionist. “Has Jenny put in an appearance
yet?” The receptionist shook her head indicating that the woman in
question had not arrived. “Good. Call her please and tell her that
her services are not required today.”
     
    Isobel felt a pang of guilt at the
possibility that Jenny might be the person she would be replacing,
but she quickly quelled it. From what Tyler had told her last
night, the woman didn’t do her job properly anyway, so it would be
no great loss.
     
    “Come with me Ms. Cairns.” He turned
and walked back towards the elevator, and for one horrible minute
Isobel thought that he was going to escort her from the building.
Her fears were unfounded, however, as he pressed the button that
would take them up to the top floor.
     
    As the elevator made its ascent,
Isobel cast a furtive glance in the direction of the man stood next
to her. She couldn’t believe that he looked so fresh and alert
after the copious amount of alcohol he’d consumed the night before.
Hell, he looked better than simply alert; he looked positively
gorgeous, she thought as her pulse gave another little jerk of
awareness.
     
    He didn’t say a single word to her on
the short journey up, and Isobel was starting to think that maybe
he knew that she was lying about him telling her to come to the
office. But, as the door opened he stood to one side and smiled
warmly at her, indicating that she should exit the elevator before
him, and she breathed another small sigh of relief.
     
    The elevator had opened up into what
Isobel assumed was his office, judging by the huge mahogany desk
and extensive plate glass windows that ran the whole length of one
wall giving an amazing view of the city spread out beneath it.
Thick carpet muffled their footsteps and expensive light fittings
and artwork that was probably real and not prints adorned the wall.
On the wall to the left was one door, and on the opposite wall was
another, and Isobel would bet her life that the lush plants were
real rather than fake. The whole room had an air of luxury that
left her breathless.
     
    Tyler walked around the desk and sat
down in the huge leather executive chair. “Please, take a seat,
Isobel.” He indicated the chair on the opposite side of the desk
and she sat down nervously, crossing her legs demurely. “I seem to
recall you telling me that you have typing experience and office
administration skills?” He raised an inquiring eyebrow at
her.
     
    She did, but only just, and it had
been a long time since she’d worked in an office environment. But
how hard could it be? “Um, yes I do Mr. James.”
     
    “Tyler, please. Mr. James sounds like
you’re talking to my father.” He smiled in a friendly way and
Isobel felt herself relax a little. “So, I thought that I’d give
you a trial shot at being my personal assistant. If all goes well,
then we’ll see about making the position more permanent. How does
that sound?”
     
    “It sounds wonderful Mr. Jame…Tyler.
Thank you.” Isobel was glad that she hadn’t quit her bartending
job, if it turned out