Bride for Hire. Jessica Hart

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      ‘Yes, I’m Dee Pearce,’ she lied coldly. ‘You took me by surprise, that’s all.’

      ‘Easily surprised, aren’t you?’ said Seth Carrington in the same hatefully sardonic voice. ‘You only asked me to ring you five minutes ago. Don’t say you’ve forgotten already?’

      ‘Of course not,’ said Daisy. Conscious of being forced onto the defensive, she opted for attack. ‘I thought you weren’t supposed to be available at the moment,’ she went on, matching his sarcastic tone. ‘Your secretary certainly gave me the impression that you were far too busy to go anywhere near a phone so, naturally, I wasn’t expecting you to call back right away.’

      The brief silence at the other end of the phone indicated that Seth Carrington wasn’t used to being answered back. ‘Maria’s there to filter out unwanted calls,’ he said after a moment. ‘I didn’t tell her about you. I’m sure you’ll agree that the fewer people who know about you the better.’

      ‘Absolutely,’ agreed Daisy, mystified.

      ‘And now, since I am extremely busy, perhaps we could get down to business?’ he continued brusquely. ‘I take it Ed has explained the situation to you?’

      Ed? Who was Ed? ‘I’ve just had your letter,’ she said cautiously.

      Seth swore under his breath. ‘He said he’d ring you before he went back to the States,’ he said, and Daisy breathed a sigh of relief. If Ed knew Dee Pearce it was just as well he was going to be on the other side of the Atlantic.

      ‘There was a rather vague message on my answering machine,’ she said, rather surprised at her own capacity for invention. ‘Perhaps he couldn’t get hold of me and didn’t want to leave too explicit a message.’

      Seth only grunted. ‘I don’t want to explain over the phone. You’d better come up here.’ He was clearly thinking aloud. ‘I may as well take a look at you, anyway.’ There was a sound of impatiently rustled papers. ‘I’ve got a window at four o’clock. Can you make it by then?’

      Daisy reflected that she had had more gracious invitations, but this wasn’t the time to object to Seth Carrington’s telephone manner. If this was a job that took her to the Caribbean then surely it was worth putting up with a little rudeness. ‘Yes, I can be there.’

      She wasn’t surprised when he refrained from going into raptures of delight. ‘Don’t be late,’ was all he said and then added, just before he put the phone down on her, ‘And be discreet.’

      Daisy was left holding the receiver buzzing in her ear. She put it down slowly, hardly able to believe what she had done. Had that really been her, Daisy Deare—whose most foolhardy adventure to date had been driving through a red light on a deserted street at two in the morning—calmly agreeing to meet a strange man in a hotel to discuss a suspicious-sounding proposition?

      For a moment she was tempted not to go, and then she thought of her stepfather, grimly hanging onto life in his hospital bed; of her mother’s haggard face, and the guilt in her eyes whenever she thought about Tom. Daisy knew that her mother was convinced that Tom had left because of her, and they both knew that what Jim Johnson wanted more than anything was to see his son again before he died. If they could find him.

      Daisy had been in touch with any of Tom’s friends that she could think of, but only one had had any news of him. Mike had written to Daisy from Florida, saying that he had last seen Tom on his way down to work in the Caribbean and that he would try to find out more. It had been his letter that Daisy had been expecting when she had snatched up the envelope with the American stamp and ripped it open eagerly, to find herself reading Seth Carrington’s enigmatic letter to Dee Pearce.

      This was her only chance to get to the Caribbean and find Tom for herself, Daisy reminded herself as she caught the bus into Mayfair. She couldn’t come to that much harm in a famous hotel, surely, with that efficient-sounding secretary sitting just outside the door? She could at least hear what Seth Carrington’s proposition was. If he was just looking for a call-girl she would simply walk away, but his manner on the phone had been too brusque for that. Why bother with a letter or holding out the lure of a trip to the Caribbean if it was simply a question of sex? Surely there must be easier ways to arrange it?

      Besides, Daisy reasoned, Seth Carrington hadn’t sounded like a man who would need to buy women. The fresh green branches of May brushed against the top deck of the bus in the King’s Road, but Daisy didn’t even notice. Her dark blue eyes were thoughtful as she gazed unseeingly through the window at the shops and the cars and the crowds, and wondered what Seth Carrington would be like. He hadn’t been exactly charming on the phone, she thought, remembering that deep, hard voice. ‘Ruthless’ was the word that slid insidiously into her mind but Daisy dismissed it, along with the tiny shiver creeping down her spine. He probably just had an unfortunate telephone manner.

      There was an expensive hush in the hotel foyer. Daisy felt horribly conspicuous in her long black T-shirt and grey leggings as she waited for the lift up to the penthouse suite. Everyone else looked so sleek and glamorous with that indefinable sheen of wealth. She was passionately grateful that the lift was empty when it arrived. She could study her own wide-eyed reflection in the mirror as she slid silently upwards, and reflected that if Seth Carrington was expecting her to look sleek and glamorous he was in for a disappointment.

      Her mop of dark curls looked tangled no matter how firmly she brushed them and, although she was slender, she had a sort of gangly awkwardness that could never in a million years be confused with sleekness. No, she would never be glamorous, Daisy sighed to herself, surveying her heart-shaped face with its merry mouth and innocent blue eyes beneath tilted lashes. She looked young, fresh, even pretty, but definitely not glamorous.

      She would never get away with it! In a sudden surge of panic Daisy reached out to press the button to take her back down to the ground floor, but it was too late. The lift doors were whispering open, and a svelte assistant was rising from behind a desk to greet her. In her late thirties, she had a mask-like expression that didn’t quite conceal her surprise at the sight of Daisy in her leggings.

      ‘Mr Carrington still has a visitor with him,’ she said. ‘He won’t keep you long. Would you like to take a seat?’

      What she would really like to do was go home and forget that she had ever seen the name, Seth Carrington. Instead, Daisy perched on the edge of one of the plush sofas and bolstered her confidence with the thought that he had no way of knowing that she wasn’t Dee Pearce and that, even if he had, the worst he could do was tell her to get out.

      Suddenly the door on the far side of the room opened with the force of a slap and Daisy’s heart jumped to her throat. Even if she hadn’t heard his voice as he said goodbye to his guest she would have known instantly which of the two men was Seth Carrington. He was dark and very powerfully built, with a harsh face and a quality of almost overwhelming magnetism. Escorting his guest to the lift, he shook his hand and waited until the doors had closed after him before he turned and a steely stare swung round to Daisy, who was still perched nervously on the sofa and feeling completely out of place.

      Without quite knowing why, she got to her feet. ‘Hello.’ Her voice came out as a thin squeak, and she cleared her throat in embarrassment.

      His brows rose and then snapped together. ‘Dee Pearce?’

      Daisy didn’t like the incredulous note in his voice, but she nodded. ‘Yes,’ she said, and his frown deepened. She thought for СКАЧАТЬ