A Winter Proposal / His Diamond Bride: A Winter Proposal / His Diamond Bride. Lucy GordonЧитать онлайн книгу.
expression on his face. Beside him sat a woman of great beauty in a low-cut evening gown of gold satin, with flaming red hair. Pippa saw her lean towards him, touching his hand gently so that he turned back to her, all attention, as though everyone else had ceased to exist.
‘What’s up?’ Charlie asked, turning. ‘What? Damn him!’
He hurried her to the table, muttering, ‘Let’s hope he doesn’t see us. What’s he doing here? ‘
‘Who’s that with him?’
‘I don’t know. Never seen her.’
‘Did you tell him you were coming?’
‘No way!’
‘Then perhaps it’s just bad luck.’
‘Not with Roscoe. I’ve heard him say that the man who relies on luck is a fool.’
‘Yes, in stockbroking—’
‘In everything. He never does anything by chance. He’s a control freak.’
Pippa had no answer. She, whose presence here was a result of Roscoe’s commands, knew better than anyone that Charlie was right. She shivered.
Now she could see Roscoe leading the woman into the dance. The band was playing a smoochy tune and they moved slowly, locked in a close embrace. Pippa shifted her seat so that she had her back to them and began to chatter brightly about nothing. Words came out of her mouth but her mind was on the dance floor, picturing the movements that she’d avoided seeing with her eyes.
At last the music ended and Charlie groaned, ‘Oh, no, he’s coming over.’
Roscoe and his partner were bearing down on them. Without waiting to be invited, they sat at the table.
‘Fancy seeing you here!’ Roscoe exclaimed in a voice of such cheerful surprise that Pippa’s suspicions were confirmed. This was no accidental meeting.
He introduced everyone, giving the woman’s name as Teresa Blaketon. Charlie was immediately on his best behaviour in the presence of beauty, Pippa was amused to notice.
‘I think we should dance,’ Roscoe said, rising.
It would have been satisfying to ignore the hand he held out so imperiously, but that was hardly an option now, so she let him draw her to her feet and lead her back to the floor, where a waltz had just begun. She decided that there was nothing for it but to endure his putting an arm about her and drawing her close.
But he didn’t. Taking her right hand in his left, he laid his right hand on the side of her waist and proceeded to dance with nearly a foot of air between them. It was polite, formal and Pippa knew she should have been glad. Yet, remembering how close he’d held his lady friend, she felt that this was practically a snub.
‘I’m glad to see that you’re taking your duties seriously,’ he said. ‘For you to spend an evening with Charlie is more than I’d hoped for.’
‘Don’t worry, it’ll appear on the bill,’ she said cheerfully. ‘And, as it’s my own time, I’ll charge extra. Triple at least.’
‘Don’t I get a discount for the meal he bought you, and the first class champagne?’
‘Certainly not. I drank that champagne out of courtesy.’
‘I see you know how to cost every minute,’ he said softly.
‘Of course. As a man of finance, you should appreciate that.’
‘There are some things outside my experience.’
‘That I simply don’t believe,’ she said defiantly, raising her head to meet his eyes.
He was looking down on her with a fixed gaze that made her suddenly glad her dress was high and unrevealing. Yet she had the disconcerting sense that he could see right through the material. Even Charlie hadn’t looked like that, and for a moment she trembled.
‘You flatter me,’ he said. ‘The truth is, I’m mystified by you. When I think I understand you, you do the opposite to what I was expecting.’
‘Just like the financial markets,’ she observed saucily. ‘You manage well enough with them.’
‘Sooner or later, the financial markets always revert to type. With you, I’m not so sure.’
‘Perhaps that’s because you don’t really know what my type is. Or you think you know, and you’re mistaken.’
‘No—’ he shook his head ‘—I’m not arrogant enough to think I know.’
‘Then let me tell you, I’m devoted to my job and to nothing else. I promised to get to know Charlie and “beguile” him, but I couldn’t have done that in an office. It was necessary to work “above and beyond the call of duty.”’
‘And how is your case going? ‘
‘Fairly well. He’s seen through Ginevra.’
‘And if you can persuade him to grow up, he’s all set for a serious career.’
‘You mean in the firm with you? Suppose that isn’t what he wants?’
‘He’ll thank me in the end, when he’s a successful man and he realises I helped to guide him that way.’
‘Perhaps you should stop guiding him and let him find his own path.’
‘Into a police cell, you mean?’
That silenced her.
After a moment he said, ‘Why are you frowning?’
‘I’m just wondering about your methods.’
‘I don’t know what you mean.’
‘You don’t really expect me to believe this is coincidence, do you? You knew Charlie was going to be here.’
‘I see. I’m supposed to have every room bugged, and to bribe half the staff to bring me information. Shame on you, Pippa.’
She blushed, feeling foolish for her wild fantasies.
‘I suppose I might be the evil spy of your imagination, if I needed to be,’ he said in a considering tone, ‘but when my brother conducts every phone call at the top of his voice I simply don’t need to be. I happened to be passing his office when he booked the table.’
‘And you made immediate arrangements to put him under surveillance. Or me.’
‘I made immediate arrangements to have an enjoyable night out.’
‘Teresa must have been surprised to be summoned at the last minute.’
‘Teresa is a lovely woman, and she enjoys nightclubs. It gives her a chance to display her beauty, which, you must admit, is exceptional.’
It was on the tip of her tongue to ask if he’d hired his companion as he’d hired her, but her courage failed her. Besides, the memory of how he and Teresa had practically embraced as they danced, was all the answer she needed. It seemed to underline his sedate demeanour with herself.
She wasn’t used to that. Men usually seized the opportunity to make contact with her body. One who behaved like a Victorian clergyman was unusual. Interesting.
Annoying.
The floor was getting crowded. Dancers jostled each other until suddenly one of them stumbled, crashing into Pippa, driving her forward against Roscoe, cancelling the distance he’d kept so determinedly between them. Taken by surprise, she had no time to erect barriers that might have saved her from the sudden intense awareness of his body—lithe, hard, powerful.
It was too late now. Something had made her doubly aware of her own body, singing with new life as it pressed up to his, and the sensation seemed to invade her totally—endless, unforgettable. Shocking.
She