The Playboy of Puerto Banús. Carol Marinelli

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      Not playing escort!

      ‘Gordon always takes the sofa when we share a room.’

      ‘No.’ Estelle pushed up her glasses and returned to her book. She tried to carry on reading about the mausoleum of the first Qin Emperor but it was terribly hard to do so when she was so worried about her brother and he still hadn’t rung to let her know if he had got the job.

      There was no mistaking the fact that the money would help.

      It was late Saturday morning in London, and the wedding was being held that evening in a castle in Scotland. If Estelle was going to go then she would have to start getting ready now, for they would fly to Edinburgh and then take a helicopter to the castle and time was fast running out.

      ‘Please,’ Ginny said. ‘The agency are freaking because they can’t get anyone suitable at such short notice. He’s coming to pick me up in an hour.’

      ‘What will people think?’ Estelle asked. ‘If people are used to seeing him with you…’

      ‘Gordon will take care of that. He’ll say that we had an argument, that I was pushing for an engagement ring or something. We were going to be finishing soon anyway, now that I’m nearly through university. Honestly, Estelle, Gordon really is the loveliest man. There’s so much pressure on him to appear straight—he simply cannot go to this wedding without a date. Just think of the money!’

      Estelle couldn’t stop thinking about the money.

      Attending this wedding would mean that she could pay her brother’s mortgage for an entire month, as well as a couple of his bills.

      Okay, it wouldn’t entirely solve their dilemma, but it would buy Andrew and his young family a little bit more time and, given all they had been through this past year, and all that was still to come, they could certainly use the reprieve.

      Andrew had done so much for her—had put his own life on hold to make sure that Estelle’s life carried on as normally as possible when their parents had died when Estelle was seventeen.

      It was time for Estelle to step up, just as Andrew had.

      ‘Okay.’ Estelle took a deep breath and her decision was made. ‘Ring and say that I’ll come.’

      ‘I’ve already told him that you’ve agreed,’ Ginny admitted. ‘Estelle, don’t look at me like that. I know how badly you need the money and I simply couldn’t bear to tell Gordon that I didn’t have someone else lined up.’

      Ginny looked more closely at Estelle. Her long black hair was pulled back in a ponytail, her very pale skin was without a blemish, and there was no last night’s make-up smudged under Estelle’s green eyes because Estelle rarely wore any. Ginny was trying not to show it but she was actually more than a little nervous as to what a made-up Estelle would look like and whether or not she could carry it off.

      ‘You need to get ready. I’ll help with your hair and things.’

      ‘You’re not coming near me with that cough,’ Estelle said. ‘I can manage.’ She looked at Ginny’s doubtful expression. ‘We can all look like tarts if we have to.’ She smiled and Ginny laughed. ‘Though I don’t actually have anything I can wear…would anyone notice if I wore something of yours?’

      ‘I bought a new dress for the wedding.’ Ginny headed to the wardrobe in her bedroom and Estelle followed.

      Estelle’s jaw dropped when she held the flimsy gold fabric up.

      ‘Does that go under the dress?’

      ‘It looks stunning on.’

      ‘On you, perhaps…’ Estelle said, because Ginny was a lot slimmer and had a tiny pert bust, whereas, though small, Estelle was curvy. ‘I’m going to look like…’

      ‘Which is the whole point.’ Ginny grinned. ‘Honestly, Estelle, if you just relax you’ll have fun.’

      ‘I doubt it,’ Estelle said, wrapping her long dark hair in heated rollers at Ginny’s dressing table, and setting to work on her face under her housemate’s very watchful eye. Gordon was supposed to be a womanizer, and somehow Estelle had to get the balance right between looking as if she adored him while being far, far too young for him too.

      ‘You need more foundation.’

      ‘More?’ Estelle already felt as if she had an inch on.

      ‘And lashings of mascara.’

      Ginny watched as Estelle took out the heated rollers and her long dark hair tumbled into ringlets. ‘Okay, loads of hairspray…’ Ginny said. ‘Oh, and by the way, Gordon calls me Virginia, just in case anyone mentions me.’

      Ginny blinked a few times when Estelle turned around. The smoky grey eyeshadow and layers of mascara brought out the emerald in her green eyes, and the make-up accentuated Estelle’s full lips. Seeing the long black curls framing her friend’s petite face, Ginny started to believe that Estelle could carry this off.

      ‘You look amazing! Let’s see you in the dress.’

      ‘Won’t I change there?’

      ‘Gordon’s schedule is too busy. Once you land I would imagine you’ll be straight into the wedding.’

      The dress was beautiful—sheer and gold, it clung everywhere. It was far too revealing but it was delicious too. Ginny gaped when Estelle wobbled on very high shoes.

      ‘I think Gordon might dump me.’

      ‘This,’ Estelle said firmly, ‘is a one-off.’

      ‘That’s what I said when I first started at the agency,’ Ginny admitted. ‘But if it goes well…’

      ‘Don’t even think it!’ Estelle said as a car tooted in the street.

      ‘You’ll be fine,’ Ginny said as Estelle nearly jumped out of her skin. ‘You look stunning. I know you can do this.’

      Estelle clung onto that as she stepped out of her cheap student accommodation home. Teetering on the unfamiliar high heels, she walked out of the drive and towards a sleek silver car, more than a little terrified to meet the politician.

      ‘I have amazing taste!’

      Gordon greeted her with a smile as his driver held open the door and Estelle climbed in. He was chubby, dressed in full Scottish regalia, and he made her smile even before she’d properly sat down.

      ‘And you’ve got far better legs than me! I feel ridiculous in a kilt.’

      Instantly he made her relax.

      As the car headed for the airport he brought Estelle up to speed. ‘We met two weeks ago…’

      ‘Where?’ Estelle СКАЧАТЬ