Unguarded Moment by Sara Craven Read Free Book Online

don't dress badly. How dare you!'
    'I dare quite easily. That dress you're wearing, for example—the style doesn't flatter your figure, and the colour does nothing for you at all.'
    'Are you an expert on women's clothes as well as character assassination, Mr Brant?'
    'I have a certain amount of expertise in a number of things,' he drawled with a sudden sideways grin, and she felt that betraying blush flood her cheeks again, as shaken as if his hand had brushed her skin, or his mouth touched hers…
    The waiter bustled up with the dishes of lasagne, and she thought she had never been so glad to see anyone in her life. Not that she felt like eating. On the contrary, any appetite she had had was destroyed, although she had to admit that the smell of meat and spices emanating from the dish in front of her was a beguiling one.
    'You're staring at it as if you think it might leap out of the dish and bite you instead.' Liam Brant sounded amused. 'I promise you it won't. Nor does it contain a secret drug which will put you in my power. Here,' he took the fork from her unresisting fingers, and scooped up a portion, offering it to her as if she had been a child, 'try it and see.'
    She didn't want to take the food from him. She could see the couple at the next table exchanging indulgent glances.
    She thought hysterically, 'They must think we're lovers. This is the sort of game lovers play—feeding each other with titbits at candlelit tables. I ought to tell them the truth—that I don't trust him, that I could even hate him. And yet at the same time that it would be easy—so easy to be in his power. And it wouldn't need secret drugs.'
    She bent her head and ate the proffered forkful in silence.
    'That wasn't so bad, was it?' His voice was still amused.
    'No, you were right. The food here is delicious.' She sounded cool and composed, and she was proud of herself. 'Now, if I could have my fork, I did learn to feed myself as a child.'
    'Ah,' he said. 'But what else have you learned since?'
    Alix took another gulp of wine. How nice it must be to have an answer for everything, she thought sourly. No doubt when she was in bed later, trying to sleep, she would think of a dozen coruscating remarks with which she could have put him down permanently.
    Oh, please let me wake up tomorrow and find the past twenty-four hours has all been a bad dream, she appealed silently to whatever benevolent deity might be listening, but without a great deal of hope.
    She tried to make herself relax and enjoy her food, because if she obeyed her instinct and pushed her plate away almost untouched, he would probably guess that he was disturbing her and be amused.
    'What did you eat the last time you came here?' he asked.
    She put down her fork and stared at him. 'The last time?'
    'With Peter Barnet,' he said. 'It was you.' A statement, not a question.
    Alix moistened her lips with the tip of her tongue. 'I—I forget.'
    'Clearly a memorable meal,' he said softly. 'Have you seen him lately?'
    'As you appear to know my every move,' she said clearly, 'you tell me.'
    'No, you haven't.' He leaned back in his chair, dark eyes watchful under hooded lids. 'Tell me, does Bianca Layton choose your clothes and hairstyle?'
    'So that's it!' Alix gave a little artificial laugh. 'Not very clever, Mr Brant. What exactly are you probing for—some evidence of discontent? You won't find it. If you're trying to goad me into saying something about Bianca which you can interpret as disloyalty, then you're wasting your time. We have a very close relationship, and I'm grateful to her for all the opportunities I've had since I've been working for her. I'm sorry if my dress sense doesn't meet with your approval, but you sought my company, remember. I didn't seek yours.'
    'Quite a speech,' he said drily. 'Didn't Shakespeare say something about protesting too much?'
    'He may well have done,' she said. 'But I can assure you it doesn't apply in this case.'
    He smiled lightly. 'As you wish-