His Virgin Mistress. Anne Mather

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СКАЧАТЬ you will now explain to me why my father is really not joining us for breakfast.’

      A hint of colour entered her face. ‘I’ve told you—’

      ‘No.’ His denial was soft but implacable. ‘You have told me nothing. Are you saying he is not well enough to get out of bed?’

      Her cheeks were definitely pink now. ‘He said to tell you he was going to be lazy this morning,’ she insisted. ‘I’ve explained that he’s feeling tired. The journey from England, yesterday’s reception, and then dinner last night. He’s not used to so much activity. Not—not all at once.’

      ‘And entertaining a much younger woman?’ suggested Demetri dangerously. ‘Let us not forget your role in his recovery—or lack thereof. Whatever. Perhaps you are tiring him out, Mrs Manning.’

      His words were unforgivable, and he knew a moment’s remorse at his own cruelty. He had no excuse for blaming her for his father’s weakness. Cancer didn’t discriminate between its victims, and he should be grateful that she had brought the old man some comfort during his convalescence. Grateful, too, that to all intents and purposes his father had beaten the disease. And who knew that she hadn’t had some part in that, as well?

      Nevertheless, he despised himself for the sudden sympathy he felt when she turned her face away, blinking rapidly. She could be acting, of course, but he suspected he had upset her, and common sense told him that that was not the wisest thing to do. He had told Spiro he would handle this with kid gloves, but instead he was trampling finer feelings underfoot.

      The return of the maid put an end to his self-admonishment. And if Joanna had been thinking of walking out on him, her actions were baulked by the serving woman setting a steaming pot of coffee and a linen-wrapped basket of toast at her elbow.

      ‘Afto ineh entaxi, kirie?’ Is that all right? the maid asked, looking at Demetri, and he drew a deep breath.

      ‘Ineh mia khara, efkharisto.’ It’s fine, thanks, he responded, but Joanna was looking at him now, and she looked anything but pleased.

      ‘Did you order this?’ she demanded, uncaring that the maid was still standing beside the table, clearly understanding the tone of her voice, if not the words.

      Demetri wasn’t used to being embarrassed in front of his staff, and a muscle in his jaw jerked spasmodically as he strove to hide his anger. ‘You have to eat something, Mrs Manning,’ he said, aware that he no longer thought of her that way. Her first name was becoming far more familiar to him, and that was dangerous. ‘Efkharisto, Pilar. You may leave us.’

      A gesture of his hand sent the young maid scurrying back into the villa, but he was going to have no such swift compliance from Joanna. ‘I said I only wanted coffee,’ she said, her blue eyes glittering now, her earlier emotion banished by a surge of indignation. ‘I am not hungry, Mr Kastro. In fact, I can’t think of anything I’d like less than sharing a meal with you!’

      Demetri was outraged. ‘You asked if you could join me, Mrs Manning,’ he reminded her harshly, and her lips twisted in sudden distaste.

      ‘That was a mistake,’ she informed him, reaching for the pot of coffee and pouring herself a cup. Her hand was unsteady, he noticed, but he got little satisfaction from it. ‘It was before I realised what a small-minded, selfish boor you are!’

      Her voice was shaking by the time she’d finished, but with an admirable dignity she got to her feet. Then, picking up her coffee cup, she turned away, evidently intending to drink it in more congenial surroundings.

      ‘Wait!’ Despite the resentment he was feeling, Demetri was loath to let her go like this. ‘Signomi,’ he said through clenched teeth. ‘I am sorry. I did not mean to offend you.’

      ‘No?’ She’d paused, regarding him with scornful eyes. ‘You virtually accuse me of exhausting your father with my demands and then try to tell me you didn’t mean to offend me? Come on, Mr Kastro. Surely you can do better than that?’

      Demetri breathed deeply. ‘I spoke—without thinking,’ he declared, but he could see from her expression that she didn’t believe him.

      ‘On the contrary,’ she said, ‘I think you knew exactly what you were saying. You might wish you hadn’t exposed your feelings quite so openly, but that’s all. Don’t worry, Mr Kastro. I shan’t tell your father what you said. I, at least, have more respect for him than that.’

      She would have turned away then, but he moved swiftly round the table to detain her. ‘All right,’ he said tersely, aware that she was looking up at him now with a certain amount of apprehension. ‘All right. You are right and I am wrong. It was a deliberate attempt to provoke you.’ He paused. ‘But, Theos, Joanna, you cannot have expected to come here without arousing some resentment.’

      ‘Why not?’ She blinked, and then said faintly, ‘You called me Joanna. Was that another mistake?’

      Demetri stifled an oath. ‘No,’ he said impatiently. Then, wearily, ‘You must surely see that it is ludicrous for us to call one another Mrs Manning and Mr Kastro? My name is Demetri. Only my enemies call me Demetrios. And if we are to come to any kind of an understanding we should perhaps try and be civil with one another.’

      Joanna hesitated. ‘I notice you didn’t suggest that we might be friends,’ she remarked drily, but she was definitely thawing.

      ‘Let us take each day at a time,’ Demetri ventured, gesturing towards the breakfast table. ‘Please. Will you sit with me?’ He paused, and then added ruefully, ‘My coffee is getting cold.’

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