Glass Slippers And Unicorns. Carole Mortimer

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СКАЧАТЬ ‘When I came back out of the shop with the newspaper, she had gone,’ Darcy defended.

      ‘That was over an hour ago.’ He glared at her. ‘And you had no right going off and leaving her like that.’

      ‘I didn’t think she could come to any harm just sitting in the car.’ Darcy glared right back.

      At least, she tried to glare. She was sure it didn’t come out quite as fierce as it was meant to do, though, as she squinted slightly to bring her myopic vision into focus enough to read Reed’s expression.

      Reed seemed to stiffen even more as he saw that squint. ‘Did you forget to put your contacts in again?’ he asked suspiciously.

      ‘No, I didn’t forget!’ she snapped, the guilty flush that coloured her cheeks giving the instant lie to that statement. ‘I just haven’t had time to put them in yet! I was late getting up, and then as soon as I arrived you told me I had to go and meet your mother, and——’

      ‘Great,’ he ground out fiercely. ‘This is just great! I can see it all now.’ He raised his head to look at the ceiling, taking deep controlling breaths. ‘It probably wasn’t even my mother you met. The poor woman probably realised that after a while and made her escape at the first opportunity.’

      Darcy stood up indignantly, too angered by his scornful tone to want to admit to the vanity of wearing her rarely used glasses to go to the airport to meet his mother, but of having taken them off only seconds ago before she entered the office, not wanting Reed to see her wearing the heavy dark frames. ‘You’re being very unfair, Reed.’

      ‘Am I?’ he scorned, shaking his head. ‘I don’t think so.’

      ‘As it’s obvious you have so little confidence in my ability to do anything right, I don’t know why you ever sent me to meet your mother,’ she accused emotionally.

      ‘I was unavoidably tied up here; there was no one else but you to send!’

      She gave a shaky gasp. ‘Then maybe you should never have employed me!’

      ‘I wouldn’t have done, but I thought the rest of the business world needed saving from itself!’ he rasped disgustedly.

      Tears instantly made her vision more blurred. ‘My qualifications are good——’

      ‘But anyone who turns up for an interview as a secretary at nine o’clock at night——’

      ‘That was the time your letter said!’ she protested agitatedly.

      Reed gave a disgusted snort. ‘It was because my temporary secretary was so incompetent that I needed another permanent secretary! No woman turns up for an interview for a secretary’s position at nine o’clock at night unless the prospective employer has more than just secretarial duties in mind and she’s decided she’s agreeable to that—or she’s just plain stupid!’ he finished contemptuously.

      It was so obvious which one he thought she was! ‘I’d only been in London a couple of months; this was only my fourth interview!’

      ‘No woman in her right mind turns up for an interview in a deserted office building at nine o’clock at night!’ Reed maintained forcefully. ‘Not even a woman from the provinces! I can still remember the look on the night security man’s face when I came in answer to his call that you were here demanding to see me, saying that you had an appointment!’

      Darcy was sure the colour in her cheeks was going to remain a permanent fixture as Reed seemed intent on recalling all the stupid things she had done since the moment they had met so awkwardly. Of course she had thought it strange that Reed Hunter wanted to interview her at nine o’clock at night, but it had been her first time in London after living the last twenty-two and a half years with her parents in a village that was so small even the locals said it could be missed if you blinked as you were approaching it! The only two jobs she had had since leaving school six years earlier had been in the small town three miles away; she had just assumed things were done differently in the capital. How was she supposed to know Reed’s temporary secretary had made a typing error and it should have read a.m. in the letter and not p.m.? Reed must have read the letter through before signing it; he should have spotted the mistake, too. Although once again she didn’t think he would appreciate her pointing that out to him just now!

      ‘I still got the job, didn’t I?’ she reminded him resentfully.

      ‘As I said——’

      ‘You thought the business world needed saving from itself,’ she finished emotionally.

      He nodded. ‘And I was intrigued by your name,’ he admitted reluctantly.

      Bewildered eyes the colour of cornflowers opened wider than ever. ‘My name?’ she repeated incredulously.

      Reed nodded again, impatiently this time. ‘That was why you were the first person scheduled for interview that morning.’ He gave a pointed sigh at his mention of the time of day she should have been here. ‘Your qualifications were also a little better than the other applicants’, but it was your name that intrigued me. Hell, I wasn’t even sure if Darcy Faversham was a man or a woman!’

      ‘You employed me because of my name?’ Darcy said again, incredulously.

      ‘It gave you the edge,’ he confirmed irritably. ‘As I said, the other three applicants were almost as well qualified.’

      ‘I can’t believe this,’ she said dazedly.

      ‘Oh, believe it,’ he rasped. ‘Once I’d met you I should have known better!’

      ‘You make a living by gambling on hunches,’ she reminded him dully, stunned by what he had just told her. To think that if her name had been plain Susan Smith she wouldn’t have got the job! ‘And this time it let you down.’ She straightened her shoulders defensively. ‘I’ll leave——’

      ‘Not until we’ve found my mother you won’t,’ he cut in fiercely. ‘Forget about your damned pride for a moment and try and help me think where she could be!’

      Pride. Yes, her pride was hurt. But so was she. She knew she had a habit of losing things, but she only lost them because she forgot what she had done with them. But her work had always been unquestionably competent, and Reed could never accuse her of ever losing anything of his.

      Except his mother, she realised with a wince.

      But you couldn’t lose people, not really; they had a habit, adults at least, of always turning up again. She felt sure Maud Hunter would be no exception.

      She chewed thoughtfully on her bottom lip. ‘She took her handbag with her——’

      ‘She did?’ Reed pounced, narrow-eyed.

      Darcy nodded. ‘Yes——’

      ‘Then at least she isn’t wandering about London completely penniless too!’

      She wasn’t a violent woman, believing that passivity often achieved the same results, but if Reed continued to act as if she had thrust the equivalent of a new-born chick into a pack of wolves she knew she wasn’t going to be able to stop the urge her hand had to slap him across one lean cheek.

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