Dark Paradise. Sara Craven

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      The coffee was percolating, sending a beguiling aroma through the room. She wanted to relax—after all, this was her home—but she couldn’t, not with him there. His presence was like an irritant. He seemed to charge up the atmosphere, destroying the workmanlike but peaceful ambience she had been at pains to create for herself.

      She poured the coffee into the mugs and handed him one, her face stony. He took it with a brief word of thanks, declining milk and sugar. Kate leaned against the worktop, sipping her own drink, feeling its warmth comfort her and give her heart, while she waited for him to speak.

      He said softly at last, ‘I was deeply moved by your eloquence last night.’

      ‘Oh?’ Her expression was suspicious, her tone antagonistic, and he laughed.

      ‘You don’t believe me? But you underestimate your own powers of persuasion, darling. If you think it would be such a disaster for Alison to go to the Caribbean with me, then I shall not take her. It’s as simple as that.’

      Kate put her mug slowly down on the worktop. ‘I don’t think I understand.’

      ‘I’m a reformed character. Your impassioned plea has made me see the light. My home-wrecking days are behind me.’

      Kate’s lips tightened. ‘This is clearly some kind of weird joke, and I don’t find it very amusing.’

      ‘I’ve never been more serious.’ The blue eyes glittered oddly as they surveyed her. ‘I am not taking Alison to the Caribbean. That’s what you wanted, isn’t it?’

      ‘Why—yes.’ She was taken aback, and growing more and more uneasy.

      ‘Then you have your wish.’ He paused, then said smoothly, ‘There is, of course, one minor condition.’

      ‘Oh?’ Kate swallowed. ‘What is it?”

      He smiled, his eyes appraising her body again with unconcealed sensuousness. He said gently, ‘On condition that you come with me instead.’

       CHAPTER THREE

      FOR a long moment, Kate couldn’t think of a single thing to say.

      Then, at last, she managed, ‘You—really—are joking.’

      ‘Not in the least.’ He was no longer smiling. The dark face was set and almost cruel. ‘That’s the way it is, darling, I am off to the Caribbean on the fifth of next month, and I haven’t the slightest intention of travelling alone. If you want Alison to stay at home and go on practising the role of the virtuous wife, then you’ll go with me. If you don’t then she will. See how easy it all is?’

      ‘Easy?’ Her mouth was so dry, she could hardly force the word out. ‘My God!’ Then something snapped inside her, and she picked up her mug of coffee and threw it at him.

      He had the reflexes of a cat. As her hand came up he was already moving. The coffee went everywhere, the mug smashed against the opposite wall, and he was unscathed.

      Not only unscathed, but grinning in unholy amusement as he looked at the mess she’d made. ‘You’ve got a violent streak, darling. Your parents must have been clairvoyant when they named you after a shrew. What a way to behave when you’ve just been offered the holiday of a lifetime!’

      Kate regained her self-control with a superhuman effort, digging her nails painfully into the palms of her hands.

      ‘I wouldn’t have described your offer in quite those terms. I thought it more of an insult.’ She lifted her chin, speaking coolly.

      His brows rose. ‘Obviously you’ve never been insulted. But there’s no need to smash things. All you have to say is “no”, and the offer to Alison will stand. Why complicate matters by breaking the crockery?’

      She said huskily, ‘You couldn’t imagine for one moment that I’d agree.’

      ‘Now there you’re wrong.’ He threw back his head and looked at her, his eyes narrowed. ‘I got the distinct impression last night that you’d do anything in your power to prevent me from ruining your—stepbrother’s marriage. I merely decided to test the depth of your commitment.’ He shook his head. ‘I’m not impressed.’

      ‘I’d do anything within reason, naturally.’ Kate bit her lip. ‘But this suggestion of yours is—sick. It’s twisted!’

      Matt burst out laughing. ‘Now how do you make that out?’ he wanted to know.

      ‘Because you only said it to embarrass me—to punish me,’ she answered in a low voice.

      He shrugged. ‘Partly true, perhaps. But certainly not the whole truth.’ He paused. ‘I fancied you at that wedding, as you know perfectly well. And last night’s—admittedly brief—encounter has whetted my appetite as far as you’re concerned.’

      ‘But not,’ said Kate, ‘mine for you.’

      Matt shrugged again. ‘Then the answer’s “No” and Alison goes with me.’ He looked at her meditatively. ‘She won’t be quite so—lively a companion, but at least she’s never tried to deny her own responses.’

      ‘Are you implying that I do?’ Kate demanded furiously.

      ‘Yes,’ he said. ‘When I saw you at that wedding, it was a mutual thing, and you know it.’

      ‘No,’ Kate said.

      ‘Oh, but it was.’ His voice was gentle, but there was a steely note underlying it which chilled her. ‘I wasn’t the only one looking, darling, and every sidelong glance I had from you was drawing me across the room like a bloody magnet. I wanted to find out all kinds of things about you, and not merely what you looked like without that silky thing you were swathed in—although that was part of it,’ he added, a self-derisive smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

      ‘And I, of course, was supposed to be flattered by your attentions,’ Kate said stonily. ‘The famous Matthew Lincoln honouring us all with his presence at a suburban wedding. God, what an ego you must have! Believe me, Mr Lincoln, setting you up was a pleasure.’

      ‘I believe it.’ Matt’s mouth twisted. ‘But now it seems to be my turn, darling, and I intend to make the most of it.’ He put the mug down on the table. ‘Thank you for the coffee,’ he went on with a mocking glance at the stained wall behind him. ‘And the proposition I’ve made you still stands. You have the next twenty-four hours to decide if this marriage you have such faith in is really worth saving or not. The decision is yours.’ He walked across to the wall-mounted memo pad she kept beside her food cupboard, and wrote a number on it. ‘Call me,’ he said, and left.

      Kate sagged back against the worktop, hearing his footsteps receding down the stairs with a feeling which mingled relief and other emotions not so easily definable. She could hardly believe what had happened.

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