Love Islands…The Collection. Jane PorterЧитать онлайн книгу.
of panic. Her dress was short, black and cute, and it showed off her long legs, but it most certainly wasn’t decadent. Maybe she should have worn the dress Malachi had given her instead. Her pulse shivered. Or maybe she should have just stayed on the island.
‘Are you okay?’ Malachi glanced down at her, his eyes roaming over her face.
‘Yes. Why?’
He winced. ‘Because you’re cutting off the blood supply to my hand.’
‘Oh, sorry.’ Loosening her grip, Addie felt her heart start to thump loudly.
His eyes were dark and flickering with excitement, and there was a strange almost nervous energy about him that reminded her of how she had felt before playing in front of an audience: a mixture of fear and bravado and restlessness. But surely he didn’t need to feel like that. After all, they were his parents.
Glancing away, she looked up at the smooth, curving hotel facade and frowned. ‘I suppose I’m a little tense. It feels like I’ve been away for ever,’ she said carefully.
He studied her face in silence, and then slowly pulled her up against him. ‘Let me guess. You’re worried about meeting Henry and Serena?’
She met his gaze. ‘A little.’
‘They’re charming—and great company. I’m sure you’ll fall under their spell. Everyone always does.’
He was smiling, but there was an undertone to his voice that she couldn’t quite identify.
‘I don’t know if that’s made me feel better or worse,’ she said lightly. She squeezed his hand. ‘Anyway, this isn’t about me. It’s about you—and I just want you to know that I meant what I said before. I’ll be there for you.’
She glanced up at him, half expecting him to pull away or change the subject. But he didn’t do either. Instead, after the briefest of hesitations, his fingers tightened around hers.
‘I know.’ His face softened and, lowering his mouth, he kissed her gently.
‘Promise you’ll stay close to me.’
She stared at him dazedly. ‘I promise.’
It took nearly half an hour for them to make it up to the twelfth floor, where Malachi’s parents were staying in the penthouse suite. Most of that was spent calming down the hotel manager, a tall, balding man who looked as though he was about to collapse but who eventually ended up offering them a magnum of champagne.
In the lift, watching the numbers counting up, Addie felt Malachi’s gaze on her face.
‘You look beautiful,’ he said softly as with a slight shudder the lift came to a stop.
And then the doors opened and she caught her breath. Whatever she had been expecting, it wasn’t this. The suite was huge, with high soaring ceilings. Six massive chandeliers swayed gently above a marble tiered fountain. But it wasn’t the decor that had made her breath stop in her throat.
It was the people. Despite the room’s size, it was packed. Women dressed in sequins and lace and men in dark suits were lounging on sofas or leaning against the walls; others were sprawled over chairs or one another. But all of them were wearing masks. Masks!
She glanced up nervously at Malachi but he was already leading her by the hand, weaving through the laughing, dancing crowd to the other side of the room to a table where two huge gold bowls sat side by side, each one filled with a selection of masks.
‘I don’t know which one to choose,’ Addie said slowly. For some reason she couldn’t bring herself to touch them.
‘Then don’t.’
His eyes were glittering and she could feel his body pulsing with that same nervous energy she had felt in the car, but his voice was surprisingly gentle.
‘We don’t have anything to hide.’
As they pushed their way through the mass of people, Malachi reached out and grabbed two glasses from a passing waiter. Holding the glasses up to the fountain, he let them fill with the bubbling liquid.
Tentatively, Addie took a sip from hers. ‘It’s champagne!’
Malachi nodded and stared away, across the room, his face twisting. To a casual observer the party might seem to be in full flow, but given the ratio of alcohol to people he knew it was just getting started. His skin was crawling. What was he doing here? And why had he brought Addie with him? Glancing over at her huge, shell-shocked blue eyes, he felt his stomach tighten painfully.
‘Sometimes it’s champagne and absinthe,’ he said flatly. ‘Then things get really out of hand.’
Nodding, Addie glanced round the room, sipping her drink nervously. ‘Who are all these people?’
Malachi shrugged. ‘Serena probably invited them. She hates small parties and she likes new people. And anything outrageous or forbidden.’
‘And where are your parents?’
His face didn’t alter but his eyes seemed suddenly to glitter more brightly.
‘They’ll be in one of the private rooms, having a party of their own.’
There was a crash behind her and a man wearing some kind of feathered headdress toppled over, hands flailing, his glass smashing to the floor.
Malachi reacted immediately. In one swift movement he had pulled her behind him and yanked the man to his feet. ‘Get some air,’ he said coldly, giving the man a little push, and then turning back to Addie, he said quietly, ‘Come on. Let’s go find Henry and Serena.’
They found them easily enough. At the end of a corridor four huge men wearing dark suits stood barring a door marked Private. And whatever was happening behind them, it was a lot quieter and more civilised than at the main party, Addie thought with relief. But as the door opened she felt her heart lurch. The room was dimly lit, and there were far fewer people. But most of them appeared to be in a state of undress and some of them appeared to be...intimately joined.
She barely had time to take in what she was seeing when a beautiful blonde woman, wearing a shimmering dress that rippled over her body like molten silver, let out a scream and sashayed across the room towards them. Beside her, stumbling slightly, was a very handsome man with lipstick on his face and on his dress shirt. The woman gave a little wriggle, sending rainbows of light into the dark corners of the room, and kissed Malachi on both cheeks.
‘Look, Henry! I’d said he’d come. I know you said we weren’t to contact you, darling, but I don’t deal with rude little men telling me what to do.’
‘He’s the hotel manager, Serena.’ Malachi frowned. ‘There’s nearly two hundred people here. And the other guests are complaining.’
‘How boring of them. And mean. Trying to spoil our fun.’ Leaning forward, Serena ran her hand slowly over the lapel of Malachi’s jacket. ‘Not like you, darling. You can never resist a party, can you? And besides, you’re so much better at managing those sort of people than Henry and I.’
Suddenly noticing Addie, she stopped.
‘What exquisite hair! I had a red setter once, with fur that exact colour. It was my favourite dog. Mal, aren’t you going to introduce us?’
Addie swallowed. These were Malachi’s parents. Her heart began to pound. They were gorgeous. He had clearly inherited his high cheekbones from his mother and from his father his dark hair and those gleaming grey eyes.
‘This is Addie.’ She felt his hand on her back. ‘Addie Farrell. Addie—this is Henry and Serena King.’
‘What a sweet name,’ Serena purred, and then, clapping her hands excitedly, she waved at one of the waiters. ‘Four Brandy Alexanders. Make them doubles!’
Sipping her cocktail, Addie tried to look as though she was enjoying herself.