"What is this place?' she asked, and Laird Montgomery's reply made her stiffen. 'An office block.' 'A what?' asked Anna in a rising voice. 'A large block of offices. We're going to the top.' His smile was teasing. 'Isn't that where you're aiming? The stars?' Her suspicions were aroused again; she didn't trust this man. 'What's at the top of the building?' She had imagined that they were going to have dinner in some swish restaurant, for some reason coming to the conclusion that the underground car park belonged to a big London hotel and that when she emerged from the lift she would find herself in an elegant, crowded foyer. If this was instead a block of offices she had an appalled suspicion that there were not going to be any comforting crowds around wherever they were headed; she was going to find herself alone with him. 'We're going to have dinner in a penthouse flat,' he drawled, and Anna leapt for the button panel.
