Bridal Bargains by Michelle Reid Read Free Book Online

Claire stood in stiff silence, watching those thoughtful eyes study her, and waited with gritted teeth for him to ask her why she had changed her mind.
    Yet he didn’t do that. All he did was nod his dark head in mute acceptance of her decision.
    A diplomat, she thought, mocking his restraint.
    ‘I will show you to your room, then,’ he said, coming gracefully to his feet.
    ‘No need.’ She shook her head. ‘Althea is going to do that. But I do need some things from my flat,’ she then added. ‘Fresh clothes and—things,’ she explained, feeling a faint flush working its way into her cheeks when she saw the way his gaze dropped automatically to the disreputable state of the ‘things’ she was presently wearing.
    In truth, she felt a bit like a bag lady that had been brought in off the street and allowed to experience how the other half lived.
    ‘If you give Althea a list of your requirements, I will send her with her father to collect them.’
    Definitely the diplomat, she reiterated silently as she picked up on his carefully neutralised tone.
    ‘Thank you,’ she murmured politely. Then, ‘Her father?’ she questioned, realising what he had just said.
    ‘Nikos, my chauffeur,’ he nodded, coming around his desk. ‘They have the top floor to this house as a self-contained apartment.’
    As he talked he had been walking smoothly towards her, and the closer he came, the more her nerve-ends began to flutter. Why, she wasn’t sure. Then he came to a stop in front of her and reached out to gently cup her chin, arrogantly lifting it so she had to look at him—and she knew exactly why her nerve-ends became agitated whenever he came too close.
    Her flesh liked to feel his flesh against it, and that implied a sexual attraction that she just did not want to acknowledge.
    ‘Stop being afraid of me,’ he commanded, obviously seeing something flash in her guarded blue eyes.
    ‘I’m not.’ She denied the charge, but pulled away from his touch anyway.
    Sighing slightly, he turned away from her, but not before she had glimpsed a hint of irritation with her. ‘I have the keys to your home,’ he announced, as cool and flat as calm waters. And, at her soft gasp of surprise because she hadn’t given a single thought as to where her keys were, he turned back again, to flick her with one of his unfathomable looks. ‘As you were being transferred into the ambulance, I instructed Nikos to make your flat safe and lock up,’ he explained.
    ‘Then if you have my keys,’ she shot at him sarcastically, ‘I’m surprised you didn’t have the whole place transferred here while I couldn’t stop you!’
    She was referring to the very unpalatable fact that her sister seemed to have acquired a complete new wardrobe of clothes—plus just about every gadget ever invented to make a mother’s life an easier one!
    To her amazement he stiffened up as if she had just hit him! ‘I would not be so ill-mannered as to remove anything from your home without your permission!’ he informed her haughtily. ‘It would be tantamount to stealing!’
    ‘Yet you felt no qualms about stealing me!’ Claire shot back.
    Irritation really showed on his hard face now. ‘I—stole
both
of you.’ He made that fine but seemingly important distinction. ‘For your own good, since we both know you cannot manage without my help. Now, can we drop this—conversation?’ he went on impatiently. ‘It is serving no useful purpose—and I have more important work to do!’
    Stung by his tone and being made to feel like an awkward child who had just been severely reprimanded by an adult, Claire turned without another word and reached for the door.
    ‘Don’t …’ The gruff voice sounded too close to her ear.
    ‘Don’t what?’ she mumbled, the too ready tears not far away.
    He didn’t reply; instead he reached around her with his arm, his hand appearing in front of her misted vision as it closed over her own hand and gently prised it free of the