Fire Beneath The Ice. HELEN BROOKS

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       CHAPTER ONE

      ‘I HOPE you haven’t got me another empty-headed little bimbo out there, Connoly, who is more interested in a chip in her nail varnish than getting on with the damn job.’

      ‘Mr Strade—’

      ‘I told you my requirements last night and I meant what I said. Grey hair, middle-aged, with nothing less than a first-class typing speed and skirts down to her ankles, OK?’

      ‘Please, Mr Strade——’

      Lydia found her mouth had fallen open in a little O of shocked surprise as she stood waiting in the outer office where Mr Connoly had positioned her thirty seconds before. He had smiled at her apologetically before scuttling into the inner sanctum of the chairman and managing director of Strade Engineering, motioning for her to stay where she was until he returned. He had obviously intended to shut the door, but it had opened the merest crack after he had closed it and now the conversation of the two men inside was clearly audible.

      ‘You changed the agency?’ the hard masculine voice continued grimly.

      ‘Yes, Mr Strade.’ She could just imagine Mr Connoly’s thin, nervous face trying to smile. ‘Of course. But you must understand that itwas such short notice that most of their employees were already in a position.’

      ‘And that means?’

      ‘This lady is extremely capable, I do assure you, and I’m sure she will meet all your work requirements admirably.’ The nervous squeak wouldn’t have convinced Lydia, and clearly Mr Strade was of the same opinion.

      ‘She isn’t a blonde-haired bombshell, is she?’ the harsh voice asked tightly. ‘It’s going to be another few months before Mrs Havers comes back after this damn maternity leave, and already I’ve endured two females who were a darn sight more interested in the size of my bank balance than doing the job they were hired for. Short skirts and fluttering eyelashes have their time and place, but my office is not one of them. Are you sure this one isn’t on the make?’

      Enough was enough. The flood of anger that burnt hotly through Lydia’s pale, creamy skin brought her small chin militantly upwards and made her deep brown eyes shoot sparks. Who on earth did this creep think he was? Robert Redford and Richard Gere rolled into one? She had pushed open the door and stepped into the huge plush room beyond before she had time to consider what she was going to say.

      ‘Do excuse the interruption, gentlemen,’ she said coolly, her eyes sweeping in magnificent disdain over the two men standing by the far window, ‘but in view of your conversation, I hardly think there is any point in my waiting any longer. I’ll see myself out.’ The sunlight streaming in through the panoramic plate glass held the two men in silhouette, although one was clearly taller and broader than the other and it was to this figure that she addressed the last remark. ‘Do have a good day, Mr Strade,’ she finished with acid sweetness as she turned to leave.

      ‘Stay exactly where you are.’ She didn’t even think about disobeying him; there was something in the deep voice that demanded and received acquiescence, although her chin raised itself another notch as she swung round to face the two men again. As they moved from the window and into focus she was aware of two thoughts striking her simultaneously, both of which were acutely unwelcome in the circumstances. One was that the tall figure just in front of Mr Connoly was hopping mad, СКАЧАТЬ