Seduction Never Lies by Sara Craven Read Free Book Online Page B

take their eyes off you.’
    She glanced round and stiffened, her lips parting in a gasp of sheer incredulity.
    Patrick, she thought. And his mother. With Fiona Culham, of all people. But it isn’t—it can’t be possible. He couldn’t possibly afford these prices—I’ve heard him say so. And Mrs Wilding simply wouldn’t pay them. So what on earth is going on? And why is Fiona with them?
    As her astonished gaze met theirs, they all turned away, and began to talk. And no prizes for guessing the main topic of conversation, Tavy thought grimly.
    ‘Friends of yours?’
    ‘My employer,’ she said briefly. ‘Her son. A neighbour’s daughter.’
    ‘They seem in no hurry to come over,’ he commented. ‘They’ve been here for over half an hour.’
    ‘I see.’ Her voice sounded hollow. ‘It looks as if I could well find myself out of a job on Monday.’
    His brows lifted. ‘Why?’
    ‘I think it’s called fraternising with the enemy,’ she said tautly. ‘Because that’s how the local people regard you.’
    ‘Some perhaps,’ he said. ‘But not all. Ted Jackson, for one, thinks I’m God’s gift to landscape gardening.’
    ‘I’m sure you’ll find that comforting.’ She reached for her bag. ‘I think I won’t have coffee, after all. I’d like to leave, please, if reception will get me a taxi.’
    ‘No need. Charlie is standing by to take you home.’
    She said quickly, ‘I’d rather make my own arrangements.’
    ‘Even if I tell you I have work to do, and I won’t be coming with you?’ There was overt mockery in his voice.
    Her hesitation was fatal, and he nodded as if she’d spoken, producing his mobile phone from his pocket.
    ‘Charlie, Miss Denison is ready to go.’
    She walked beside him, blisteringly aware of the looks following her as they left the dining room and crossed the foyer. The car was already outside, with Charlie holding open the rear passenger door.
    She paused, shivering a little as a sudden cool breeze caught her. She glanced up at the sky and saw ragged clouds hurrying, suggesting the weather was about to change. Like everything else.
    She turned reluctantly to the silent man at her side, fixing her gaze on one of the pearl buttons that fastened his shirt. Drew a breath.
    ‘That was an amazing meal,’ she said politely. ‘Thank you.’
    ‘I suspect the pleasure was all mine,’ he said. ‘But it won’t always be that way, Octavia.’
    She could have sworn he hadn’t moved, yet suddenly he seemed altogether too close, not even a hand’s breadth dividing them. She was burningly aware of the scent of his skin, enhanced by the warm musky fragrance he was wearing. She wanted to step back, but she was rooted to the spot, looking up into the narrow dark face, marking the intensity of his gaze and the firm line of his thin lips.
    Wondering—dreading—what he might do next.
    He said softly, ‘No, my sweet, I’m not going to kiss you. That’s a delight I shall defer until you’re in a more receptive mood.’
    She said in a voice she hardly recognised, ‘Then you’ll wait for ever.’
    ‘If that’s what it takes,’ he said. ‘I will.’ He lifted a hand, touched one of the jade drops hanging from her ear. Nothing more, but she felt a quiver of sharp sensation as if his fingers had brushed—cupped—her breast. As if she would know exactly how that might feel. And want it...
    He said, ‘Goodnight, Octavia.’ And left her.
    * * *
    She sat, huddled into the corner of the rear seat, as the car powered its way smoothly back to the village. Beyond the darkened windows, it was still almost light. It was less than a month to midsummer and, as everyone kept saying, the days were drawing out. Becoming longer. Soon to seem endless.
    You’ll wait for ever...
    She shouldn’t have said that, she thought shivering. She knew that now. It was too much like a challenge.
    Yet all she’d wanted to do was make it clear that whatever game he was playing must end. That from now on