London's Eligible Bachelors: The Unlikely Mistress. Sharon Kendrick
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Название: London's Eligible Bachelors: The Unlikely Mistress
Автор: Sharon Kendrick
Издательство: HarperCollins
Жанр: Современные любовные романы
isbn: 9781474028417
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‘You know this dinner on Saturday night—’
He put his spoon down. ‘Damn!’
‘It’s been cancelled?’ she asked hopefully.
He shook his head. ‘Nope—but I haven’t organised anything and I’m in Paris all day tomorrow. You’ll have to book the restaurant, Sabrina.’
‘Like Where? I don’t really know London at all!’
He reeled off a list of London’s most famous eating places and Sabrina shook her head doubtfully.
‘We’ll never get a table at any of those places this late!’
He gave a small smile. ‘Just try mentioning my name.’
From anyone else it would have sounded outrageously arrogant—from Guy it just sounded supremely confident.
‘And what on earth can I wear?’ she wailed.
‘Wear what you want.’ He shrugged. ‘You always look pretty good to me.’
She had received better compliments in her life, but none had she embraced as warmly as Guy’s careless words and she had to force herself to suppress the guilt. She was letting go, and starting to live again—and there was nothing unacceptable about enjoying a compliment.
It still didn’t solve the problem of what to wear, of course.
Guy left at the crack of dawn the following morning. Sabrina heard him moving around the flat and for once came, yawning, out into the hall to say goodbye to him.
His hand tightened around the handle of his briefcase as he saw her hair in all its tousled disarray tumbling down over her shoulders. Was she trying to play the siren? he wondered distractedly. But that was just the thing—he honestly didn’t think she was.
‘Have you remembered your passport?’
‘Sabrina!’ he exploded. ‘I’ve been flying to Paris at least once a month for the last I don’t know how long! How the hell do you think I managed before you came into my life?’ It had been a calm, ordered time which was slowly but surely fading from his memory, the end of which had seemed to coincide with him urging her to let her guilt and her sorrow go. He had only himself to blame, and yet he hadn’t realised how familiar it could feel, living with a woman—even if you weren’t having sex with her. He winced. Why remind himself of that?
‘Send me a postcard.’ Sabrina smiled.
‘I won’t have time,’ he said tightly, because he was having to fight the terrible urge to kiss her goodbye—as if she were his wife or something. His smile tasted like acid on his mouth. ‘And don’t forget to book the damned restaurant!’
‘I won’t forget.’ She stood at the front door until he’d disappeared out of sight, praying that he would turn round and give her that rare and brilliant smile. But he didn’t.
Sabrina felt more than a little intimidated at the thought of booking a meal at a place she had only ever read about in magazines. Wouldn’t even her best dress look out of place in a venue as upmarket as that? And, when she thought about it, wouldn’t Prince Khalim be bored rigid with going to fancy restaurants, and Guy, too, for that matter? Wouldn’t they rather try something a little different?
She spent her lunch-hour scouring the restaurant section of the capital’s biggest glossy magazine, and eventually found what she’d half thought she’d been looking for. She picked up the phone and booked it.
But Guy was delayed in Paris. He phoned that night.
‘This deal is taking longer than I thought,’ he said, and she could hear the sounds of people in the background. ‘I may even have to stay over for a few days.’
‘A few days?’
‘You’ll be OK on your own, won’t you?’
Sabrina pulled a face. She couldn’t be missing him already, could she? ‘Yes, of course I will.’
‘Just lock up carefully.’ There was a pause. ‘Ring Tom Roberts if you need anything. Actually, I’ll ring him—get him to keep an eye on you.’
‘I don’t need anyone to keep an eye on me! You make me sound helpless!’ she objected, and could hear the smile in his response.
‘Not helpless, Sabrina. Maybe just a little vulnerable at the moment.’ And make damned sure you remember that, he thought grimly as he hung up before tapping out Tom’s number.
Guy arrived back from Paris on Saturday morning, feeling all frazzled and frayed around the edges as he walked into the kitchen to a delicious smell of coffee. Sabrina was already dressed, busy buttering a slice of toast. He paused for a moment which felt dangerous. Because his kitchen had never felt more of a home than it did at that moment.
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