Act Of Possession. Anne Mather

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СКАЧАТЬ do you mean?’ Dragging her eyes away, Antonia endeavoured to maintain an offhand manner, forcing herself to think of Celia, and what this might mean to her.

      ‘I mean I waited yesterday, without any success,’ he responded, glancing impatiently up and down the street.

      Antonia’s lips parted. ‘You waited yesterday!’ she echoed.

      ‘That’s what I said,’ he conceded drily.

      She shook her head. ‘I generally eat lunch in the dining hall.’

      ‘Really.’ His tone was sardonic now, and he cast another doubtful look around him. ‘I should have thought of that.’

      Antonia strove to retain her indifference. ‘I don’t see why,’ she remarked, observing out of the corner of her eye a traffic warden just turning the corner. ‘Do you know you’re parked on yellow lines?’

      ‘As I collected a couple of tickets yesterday, I should,’ he responded briefly. ‘Antonia …’

      ‘Then I should warn you, there’s a traffic warden coming this way,’ she interrupted him crisply, closing her ears to the explicit oath he uttered. ‘I think you’d better move your car, Mr Gallagher. Unless you enjoy contributing to the Greater London authority.’

      Reed’s mouth compressed. ‘Will you have lunch with me?’ he demanded, quickly measuring the distance between himself, the traffic warden, and the car, but Antonia had to refuse him.

      ‘I can’t,’ she denied swiftly, already moving away from him, and with a gesture of frustration, he turned and strode back to the Lamborghini.

      There was an arcade just a few yards further along the street where Antonia generally did her shopping, and resisting the impulse to look back and see whether Reed had succeeded in his bid to avoid another fine, she turned into the covered walkway. Her heart was still beating much faster than it should, notwithstanding the speed with which she had put some distance between herself and temptation, and she stood for several minutes looking into the window of a newsagent, without actually seeing any of the display.

      Why was he doing this? she asked herself over and over. It didn’t make sense. He had a beautiful fiancée, who cared about him, and doubtless other opportunities for diversion, should he so desire them, so why was he picking on her? If he wanted sexual excitement, why didn’t he simply find another girl of his own kind to feed his ego? A girl who would be flattered by his attentions, and perfectly willing to keep their liaison a secret. Or was it the fact that she was different, that she came from a different sort of background, that provided the stimulation, Antonia wondered. Perhaps he thought she might be easier to cajole, or unlikely to put up too much opposition, so long as she was compensated in other ways. Like … with a gift of flowers, for example …

      The idea was so abhorrent to her, Antonia had walked out of the arcade again and into the street before she realised she had bought none of the things she had come out for. She was trembling so badly, it was almost an effort to put one foot in front of the other, and she decided to abandon her expedition and go back to work.

      ‘Are you feeling all right?’

      The kindly male voice startled her, and she swayed a little unsteadily as an elderly gentleman touched her arm. ‘I … oh … yes, I’m fine,’ she managed, hoping he would not think her stricken expression was the result of his considerate enquiry. Just for a moment, she had thought it was Reed speaking to her, and she didn’t feel capable of coping with him right now.

      ‘Are you sure?’ The old gentleman was evidently concerned about her, and Antonia struggled to reassure him.

      ‘I must be hungry,’ she said, summoning a thin smile, and then her breath caught in her throat as she saw the lean dark figure making straight for them. She should have known Reed wouldn’t give up that easily, she thought unsteadily, wondering if she dared ask the old man to protect her. But the circumstances were such, she could not involve anyone else.

      Reed reached them seconds later, his keen grey eyes raking Antonia’s face with growing concern. ‘What’s wrong?’ he asked, his hand beneath her elbow that much more demanding than the older man’s had been, and her erstwhile knight-errant turned to him with relief.

      ‘Your young lady’s feeling a little faint,’ he declared, clearly identifying Reed as someone he could relinquish his responsibilities to. ‘She says she’s hungry. Perhaps you should see she gets something to eat right away.’

      ‘I’ll do that,’ said Reed smoothly, the pressure of his fingers on her arm warning her not to contradict him. He looked down at her with apparent indulgence. ‘Sorry I’m late, Antonia. I had some difficulty in parking the car.’

      Antonia’s jaw quivered with a mixture of impotence and frustration, but when Reed’s fingers compelled her to move on, she had little choice but to go with him. She was not strong enough to fight with him, not right now, and besides, a weakening feeling of inertia was sweeping over her. She was tired, and hungry, and the effort of simply sparring with him had robbed her of most of her resistance.

      ‘Why are you doing this?’ she exclaimed wearily. ‘You know someone might see us. And besides, doesn’t it mean anything to you that I don’t want to eat lunch with you?’

      ‘If I thought that, I wouldn’t be here,’ Reed responded, with brutal arrogance. ‘Now, I’ve parked the car in the carpark at the back of here. I suggest we go and find it and …’

      ‘No!’ With quivering determination, Antonia pulled herself away from him. ‘No, I won’t go with you!’ She shook her head. ‘I don’t know where you’ve got the idea from that I might like to have lunch with you, but it’s mistaken, believe me! Now, please—go away and stop bothering me!’

      ‘Antonia …’

      ‘Mrs Sheldon!’

      ‘All right, Mrs Sheldon then.’ His lips tightened with the effort to be civil. ‘Can you deny that you’re in no fit state to be left on your own …’

      ‘Because of you!’ she interrupted him unsteadily, and he politely inclined his head.

      ‘If you say so,’ he conceded, neither denying nor admitting the charge. ‘Even so, I’d be one hell of a bastard if I walked off and left you now. So I suggest we find somewhere you can sit down, and I’ll buy you a drink or a sandwich or whatever it takes to put some colour back into your face.’

      Antonia took a deep breath. ‘I’m not leaving here.’

      ‘I’m not suggesting you should.’ He glanced round. ‘How about that pub over there? They’re bound to serve bar snacks at lunchtime. Let me buy you a drink and a ham roll or something.’ He paused. ‘Just to prove I’m not the villain you seem to think me.’

      Antonia sighed. ‘And if someone sees us?’

      Reed’s lips twisted. ‘Are you ashamed of being seen with me?’

      ‘You know what I mean!’

      ‘Someone I know?’

      ‘Yes.’

      ‘So what?’ He shrugged. ‘I’m only buying you a drink. Where’s СКАЧАТЬ