Innocent in the Ivory Tower by Lucy Ellis Read Free Book Online

have.’ His tone was a warning to cease questioning him, to keep her mouth shut. She remembered his statement—
’I don’t explain my actions.’
Certainly not to the nanny, she thought wryly.
    ‘Explain to me why you borrowed Maria’s car and made this very dangerous little trip into town,’ he said in a quiet undertone clearly used to avoid disturbing Kostya.
    He had pushed the sunglasses back through his hair revealing those incredible eyes that were every bit as intense as she remembered.
    ‘It wasn’t dangerous,’ she replied, copying his neutral tone. ‘I’m a good driver and I’m careful.’ Then the truth surfaced and she made a frustrated sound. ‘You try being cooped up in one place for a full seven days.’
    He smiled slowly, knowingly. ‘You were bored,
dushka
?’
    Maisy was startled by the smile, the sudden intimacy of his tone. She shook it off with the suspicion he was probably like this with all women under thirty, unthinkingly working them up with throwaway charisma.
    ‘Not bored, exactly,’ she said uncertainly, wondering how honest she should be.
    Your house is full of people who don’t talk to me; Maria and
the night nurse have taken over many of the usual calls on my time; I’m only twenty-three and I feel like I’ve been walled up alive some days.
    ‘I just wanted to look around, get my bearings.’
    ‘Yes, I saw you getting your bearings on the street. Half the male population of Ravello is going to be on the villa’s doorstep.’
    He spoke casually, but there was an edge in his voice.
    ‘It’s not my fault if Italian men are appreciative of women,’ she replied stiffly. ‘I didn’t invite it.’
    ‘That dress invites it.’ His tone remained casual, but Maisy heard the censure and stiffened.
    ‘Are you suggesting I’m trying to pick up?’ she challenged.
    Alexei’s expression was taut, hinting at inner tensions she couldn’t guess at. ‘I’m Kostya’s guardian,’ he enunciated plainly. ‘I expect you to behave like a lady and not flaunt yourself.’
    Maisy didn’t know what to say. In what way had she flaunted herself? What was wrong with coming into town for the day? What was wrong with her dress? All of a sudden the warmth and freedom of the day dwindled down to a cluster of doubts, and Maisy tugged self-consciously on her skirt. She couldn’t help flashing back to herself in a towel, stunned by his presence in her room. Was that the impression he had of her? A woman who displayed herself to strange men for sex? She cringed at the thought.
    The truth wasn’t much better, and it wasn’t fair. It was him. It was because of him she had responded so uninhibitedly. But how could she explain that to him without making even more of a fool of herself?
    Kostya had slumped over Alexei’s shoulder, taking in the view from this new height. He looked so comfortable up there Maisy only felt worse.
    She had to rid herself of this stupid infatuation. It wasn’t fair to Kostya, and it wasn’t fair to her.
    ‘You’ve gone very quiet,’ Alexei said in a neutral voice.
    ‘I’m sorry. I wasn’t aware I was supposed to entertain you. I wouldn’t want to be accused of flaunting myself.’ Where had that bitter tone come from? She bit her tongue.
    Alexei’s eyes swept her body in a way that was disturbingly intimate, met her stormy eyes. ‘You can have a social life here, Maisy. I just don’t want you bringing men back to the villa.’
    Maisy almost choked, forced to defend herself. ‘What men? The only men I’ve seen for the past week have been in uniforms, and they barely give me the time of day!’
    ‘Hence your little day out.’ He spoke so quietly, so reasonably, Maisy could have hit him.
    She stopped on the path, aware there were other people around and that Kostya, however young, shouldn’t be overhearing this conversation. ‘I think you’ve made it clear how low your opinion of me can go. I don’t think I should have to defend myself when I’ve done