Fantasy Girl. Carole Mortimer

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      She sighed, sipping the wine Lester had chosen with their meal. Lester was a connoisseur of wines, and he had chosen this one with care. For all the notice Natalie took of it it might as well have been water! How shocked Lester would be if he knew his talent had gone to waste tonight. But she had too much on her mind to worry about Lester’s pride as an expert on wines.

      ‘It isn’t as simple as that,’ she shook her head, and pushed her plate away, the duck and green salad not tempting her palate tonight. ‘My parents are relying on me to take care of Judith.’

      He grimaced, no sympathy for her in his expression. ‘A husband would do that. A sister shouldn’t have to. And the way your sister behaves she isn’t likely to find herself a husband—only someone else’s.’

      Natalie knew the criticism was deserved, that so far Judith had made rather a mess of her life where men were concerned, and yet tonight Lester’s criticism wrankled. She had met his parents and older brother, and she wouldn’t have presumed to say a word against any of them, even if she had found his father to be henpecked, his mother totally domineering and too deeply interested in both her bachelor sons’ lives.

      ‘It’s time Judith stood on her own two feet,’ Lester continued, not seeming to have noticed her slight withdrawal. ‘She manages to do it most of the time, and only comes running to you when she’s in trouble.’

      ‘She isn’t in trouble,’ Natalie sighed. ‘And she didn’t come to me. I told you, Adam Thornton called me.’

      ‘Mm,’ he chewed thoughtfully on his bottom lip. ‘He isn’t the sort of man you should cross.’

      She already knew that! ‘Do you know him?’ she asked.

      ‘Of him. I’ve read things about him from time to time in the financial paper I read. He’s a real whizz-kid.’

      ‘Hardly a kid,’ she derided dryly.

      ‘No,’ Lester smiled. ‘T.C.B.A. is one of the biggest cosmetic companies in the world. The man’s rolling in money. It was a real feather in your cap that you managed to get some contracts with his company.’

      ‘It wasn’t a “feather in my cap” at all, Lester,’ she said sharply. ‘I worked hard for those contracts.’ Although with hindsight she wasn’t so sure she had got them through her own devices. Jason Dillman had gone through her display book before committing himself to choosing a model from her agency for Beauty Girl. At the time she had considered it normal practice—after all, he had to see what he could be getting.

      But this affair with Judith put a new light on things. An agency the size of hers, exclusive as her models were, wasn’t likely to attract the attention of a company the size of Thorntons. She had a terrible suspicion that Jason’s attraction to Judith might have influenced the acquisition of those contracts, the ones that came after Beauty Girl anyway.

      ‘I know,’ Lester touched her hand understandingly. ‘And it would be a pity to let Judith spoil it for you. She can’t get involved with Adam Thornton’s brother-in-law.’

      ‘She already is!’

      ‘Then stop her.’

      ‘How? I’ve already told her about Adam Thornton’s threats. She didn’t seem very impressed,’ Natalie derided.

      ‘Then maybe you and Adam Thornton are going about this from the wrong angle,’ Lester frowned. ‘This Jason Dillman sounds on the mercenary side, maybe he’s the one you should put the pressure on?’

      Why hadn’t Adam Thornton thought of that? Or didn’t he have that sort of influence over his brother-in-law? Of course he did. And it was up to him to stop the affair if she couldn’t. She certainly wasn’t going to worry about it any more, and she smiled brightly at Lester as she changed the subject. She could deal with the problem of Adam Thornton tomorrow.

      She encouraged Lester to talk about his work, marvelling at his ability to deal with the sort of figures that had become her nightmare.

      ‘Maybe you should become my accountant,’ she teased him.

      ‘I don’t think you could afford my prices,’ he answered her seriously. ‘Do you really enjoy running the agency, Natalie?’ he frowned. ‘It seems to me to be nothing but trouble.’

      ‘I enjoy it,’ she said stiffly. ‘It’s my independence.’

      Lester moved closer to her on the sofa, the two of them having returned to Natalie’s flat a few minutes earlier, lingering over their late-night coffee. ‘Maybe I would rather you weren’t so independent?’ he murmured softly. ‘Perhaps I’d like you to cling a little more.’

      Natalie gave a nervous laugh, not liking his serious air. ‘Don’t you like career women?’ she teased.

      ‘Not much,’ he answered bluntly.

      ‘Lester!’ She moved back to look at him in stunned surprise.

      ‘Well, I don’t,’ he shrugged. ‘When I marry I want my wife to concentrate on being my wife and the mother of my children.’

      That sounded exactly like his mother! ‘Wouldn’t that be a little boring—for your wife?’ she mocked, having visions of herself as another Mrs Fulton. Oh dear, no!

      He looked affronted. ‘I don’t think so—Why are you laughing?’ he frowned at her humour.

      Because if she didn’t laugh she would cry! This conversation had become too serious for her liking—she had no doubt that Lester saw her as the ‘little woman’ who would stay at home and look after him and the children. She was fond of him, but the thought of being the sort of wife he wanted filled her with horror.

      ‘I’m only teasing you, Lester,’ she smiled. ‘I’m sure the woman you choose to be your wife will be happy to take care of you and your children.’ But it certainly wouldn’t be her!

      ‘You think so?’

      ‘I’m sure of it,’ she said briskly, standing up to put an end to the evening. ‘It’s getting late, Lester …’ she told him pointedly.

      ‘Oh yes.’ He accepted her words at face value, having no idea of the almost-panic he had caused within her. He put the empty coffee cup down on the table in front of him, and stood up to face her. ‘Lunch tomorrow?’

      ‘Fine,’ she agreed brightly, knowing she would have to end this relationship slowly if she wasn’t to appear too obvious in her fright.

      He bent to kiss her softly on the mouth. ‘Twelve-thirty?’

      ‘Lovely,’ she nodded, edging him towards the door.

      He left a few minutes later—much to her relief. What a day it had been! That awful meeting with Adam Thornton, her sister’s stubbornness, and now she had found out that the current man in her life was secretly a male chauvinist.

      And tomorrow didn’t promise to be any better!

      Surprisingly her morning passed quietly enough. She had appointments with a couple СКАЧАТЬ