Living Together. Carole Mortimer

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СКАЧАТЬ it the things he had said to her had affected her, flattered her in a way. Leon Masters was an important man, a celebrity, and yet he was attracted to her.

      ‘That’s the wrong file for that, Mrs West.’ Mr Walters was at her elbow as she filed a letter in the wrong envelope. ‘Are you feeling quite well?’

      ‘Oh, oh yes.’ She took the letter out of the file. ‘I’m perfectly well, thank you.’

      ‘Then concentrate, Mrs West,’ he frowned. ‘There would have been utter confusion when we came to look for that confirmation.’

      ‘Yes, Mr Walters.’ She stifled a smile as Sally winked at her across the office.

      The only male among six females, Mr Walters tended to be rather stand-offish and domineering, although he probably needed to be. It couldn’t be easy controlling so many females in one office.

      Sally strolled over to her desk on the pretence of helping her file some invoices. ‘Have a nice weekend?’

      ’Not bad.’ She hadn’t mentioned to any of the girls that she had met Leon Masters the previous weekend and saw no reason to mention the fact that she had met him again. Besides, it seemed too incredible, even to her, that he had actually shown an interest in her. Film stars of his fame just didn’t enter the life of someone like her.

      ‘I had a great time,’ Sally mused. ‘Steve took me to meet his mother.’

      ‘Nice?’ Helen murmured.

      ‘Very. A bit possessive over Steve, perhaps, but I’ll soon change that,’ Sally said with certainty.

      ‘I wouldn’t be too sure of that,’ Helen warned. ‘Possessive mother-in-laws can’t be changed.’ She knew that from experience! Michael’s mother had never been able to see any wrong in her son.

      ‘Oh, I’m not aiming to change her,’ Sally said happily. ‘Steve and I will be emigrating once we’re married. Most of my family are in Australia now that my mother and father are dead.’

      ‘How does Steve feel about the move?’

      Sally grinned. ‘He doesn’t know yet. But he’ll agree, I’m sure of it. My sister will be able to arrange for a house for us and get Steve a job with her husband’s company.’

      ‘You’ve got it all worked out, haven’t you?’ commented Helen.

      ‘It will save arguments.’

      ‘I wish you luck,’ Helen said dryly. Sally might feel quite confident about her plans, but she didn’t think it was going to be as easy as that.

      ‘Mrs West?’ She looked up to see Mr Walters. ‘Far be it from me to complain,’ he continued sarcastically, ‘but you were late in this morning, and have spent the time since talking. Would it be too much to ask for you to actually do some work today?’

      ‘Sorry,’ Helen mumbled.

      She did in fact get on with her work after that. It was a dead end job, but in a way she enjoyed it. The girls were all good company, with none of the bitchiness existing in this office that often occurred when several women worked together, and even Mr Walters had been known to let his hair down on occasion, joining in the odd joke.

      ‘I tell you it is him,’ Katy whispered.

      ‘Don’t be ridiculous,’ Sue said equally softly. ‘What would he want in a travel agency? Any travelling he did he certainly wouldn’t arrange for himself, he’d have a secretary to do things like that.’

      ‘But I’m sure it’s him,’ Katy insisted. ‘I saw one of his films only last week, and I’d recognise him anywhere.’

      By this time their hushed conversation had penetrated Helen’s concentration. She had been working solidly since Mr Walters’ reprimand and was only now beginning to feel the faint stirrings of hunger for her lunch; she usually left about one o’clock and it was nearly that now.

      But Katy and Sue’s whispering had broken in on her train of thought and she looked over to the front desk to their source of conversation. All the colour drained from her face as she recognised Leon Masters. Wearing a black leather jerkin and light tan shirt and trousers, he looked vitally attractive, his hair almost silver.

      Her breath caught in her throat as his tawny gaze levelled on her, and she hurriedly turned away. What was he doing here? It couldn’t be just coincidence. But how had he found out where she worked? What did he want? Her thoughts were racing in her panic. She had thought he would leave her alone after Saturday, had hoped he would leave her alone. She looked at him again as he engaged in conversation with Mr Walters, wondering what he wanted.

      ‘What do you think, Helen?’ Katy leant over to her desk.

      She looked at the other girl blankly. ‘Sorry?’

      ‘Is it Leon Masters or isn’t it?’ Katy said impatiently.

      Helen swallowed hard. ‘It—–’

      ‘Mrs West,’ Mr Walters called her over, ‘this gentleman would like a word with you.’

      From the angry inflection in his voice she would say Mr Walters hadn’t recognised Leon. He would certainly have been different in his attitude if he had.

      She stood up, selfconscious about the curious stares of the other girls. Sally had already left for her lunch, but Helen had no doubt the other girls would soon tell her of Leon’s visit when she returned to the office.

      ‘What do you want?’ she demanded of him in an angry whisper. ‘We aren’t supposed to have visitors here.’

      Leon looked unperturbed. ‘I came to take you out to lunch, not visit you.’

      ‘Oh, but—–’

      ‘And don’t say you’ve already been to lunch, because I know you haven’t, I asked your boss. Besides,’ he grinned, ‘Jenny said you never go to lunch before one,’ he looked at his gold wrist-watch, ‘and it’s just that now, so if you’re ready?’

      ‘Jenny told you where I worked?’

      ‘I went round to the flat, forgetting you would be at work, and she sent me on here. Now don’t be angry with her, she only told me because I told her I wanted to apologise to you.’

      Helen scowled. ‘You could have done that over the telephone.’

      ‘Lunch would be so much nicer. Get your coat,’ he ordered.

      ‘I will not! I—–’

      ‘Get it, Helen,’ he commanded softly. ‘You surely don’t want to cause a scene here?’

      ‘I’m not going to cause a scene.’

      ‘No,’ he smiled, ‘but I am.’

      She raised her eyebrows derisively. ‘Over a little office girl?’

      ‘Over a very beautiful but stubborn woman,’ he corrected. ‘I think I could stand the publicity, can you?’

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