Mission To Seduce. Sally Wentworth

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      ‘I was given a description—and then there was all the photography stuff.’

      Fleetingly Allie wondered how her boss had described her. Short, blonde, and sexy, probably, knowing him. She had been given no description of the man beside her, and as she had no intention of using him hadn’t asked for one. But maybe it would have been helpful to know in advance that Drake Marsden was both good-looking and—judging by his clothes, the gold Rolex on his wrist, and the car—fairly affluent. His voice, too, was attractive, being deep and with the unmistakable accent of a good public school.

      ‘I thought you’d have given up on me after the hold-up at the airport,’ she remarked.

      ‘What hold-up?’

      She gave a small gasp. ‘I was queuing in there for over three hours! I thought the officials had gone on a work to rule, or something.’

      Drake gave her an amused glance. ‘No, it’s always like that. I didn’t bother to set out until long after your flight was due. Weren’t you warned?’

      ‘No, I wasn’t,’ she said feelingly.

      To her annoyance, he laughed. ‘That sounds like Bob,’ he commented, naming her boss.

      ‘Is he a close friend of yours?’ she asked curiously.

      ‘No, but he knows my parents quite well. They have a shared interest in horse-racing.’

      So that explained the age difference, Allie realised, guessing that Drake must be in his early thirties, a whole generation younger than her boss. He hadn’t asked her where she wanted to be taken to, so she said, ‘I take it we’re going somewhere in particular?’

      ‘To your hotel.’

      ‘I haven’t chosen one yet,’ she pointed out.

      ‘I know, so I’ve booked you into the Baltschug Kempinski. It’s an old building that has been restored and modernised, and it’s handy for Red Square and the Kremlin.’

      ‘I’d intended to stay at the Ukraine,’ Allie said frostily, annoyed at his high-handedness.

      To her further annoyance he gave her an amused, almost pitying look. ‘Believe me, you wouldn’t like it there. It’s where all the Communist officials from out of town used to stay. And it’s still very basic.’

      ‘Perhaps I’d prefer to find that out for myself,’ she told him stiffly.

      Another amused glance came her way. ‘Ah, you’re into this feminism thing, are you?’ Drake remarked with casual chauvinism.

      It was the kind of remark that immediately put her back up. Allie thought of telling him exactly what she thought of his attitude, but then shrugged inwardly and let it go; as she intended to ditch him just as soon as possible there seemed no point in setting him straight. But it made her decide at once that he was the sort of man she had absolutely no time for. One who was still trapped in the time-warp of gender stereotyping. Lord, he probably even thought that the little woman’s place was still tied to the kitchen sink!

      Giving him a sideways, and very prejudiced, glance from under her lashes, Allie had the momentary thought that it was a pity he wasn’t her type, because she had to admit that his clear-cut features under level eyebrows were more than attractive. And he had the kind of tall, broad-shouldered but slim figure that made clothes look good on him, even elegant. When that adjective came into her mind it caught her by surprise; it wasn’t one she often ascribed to a man but it fitted him exactly.

      But if there was one kind of man she couldn’t stand it was one who was narrow-minded in his attitude towards women. Allie had come across it too many times in the past. At first she had fought it, but had come to realise that most of the time she was beating her head against a solid concrete wall. The poor creatures had chauvinism ingrained into them from the cradle and nothing she could say or do would change it. So now she employed a more subtle method, and where necessary used the chauvinism for her own ends. And, looking at Drake Marsden, she decided to do the same now. To use him until she was ready to ditch him and go off on her own secret quest.

      Smiling inwardly, she turned to look out of the window at this new country she’d read so much about. The roads were full of cars, mostly old Russian-built Ladas that belted out choking exhaust fumes, making Allie grateful they didn’t have to have the windows open. The car had air-conditioning so was pleasantly cool, but outside the sun beat down on the streets full of sweltering people. It made her feel hot just to look at them. ‘I thought it would be quite cool here,’ she commented, slipping off her jacket, ‘but it’s hotter than England.’

      ‘We seem to be having a heatwave at the moment, which is quite exceptional. In Russia they have a saying, “We spend nine months looking forward to the summer and then have three months of disappointment.” So you’re in luck.’

      Drake steered the car expertly, completely at home in the congested traffic, she noticed. ‘How long have you been out here?’ she asked, for something to say.

      ‘About six months.’

      ‘And Bob said you speak Russian.’

      ‘Yes, I took it as one of my subjects at university.’

      An egg-head, she thought. Just her luck. ‘I never went to university,’ she said provocatively.

      ‘Then you must be extremely good at your job to be given such a responsible assignment,’ Drake commented.

      Flattery and condescension all in one sentence! Lord, it would almost be a pleasure to take him down a peg or two, Allie thought tartly, and if all she’d had to think about was her assignment she might have taken the time to do it, just for the hell of it. But right now she had other, far more important things on her mind.

      The streets widened into broad thoroughfares, the buildings became grander, and Allie gave a gasp of pleasure as she caught a glimpse of the first onion-domed church to come into view, the golden domes bright and beautiful against the clear blue of the sky.

      ‘Wait till you see St Basil’s,’ Drake told her.

      ‘St Basil’s?’

      ‘It’s the cathedral in Red Square.’

      They crossed the bridge over the River Moskva and Allie gave a delighted laugh as she saw the huge church with its brick-coloured towers, surmounted by a hotchpotch of domes. ‘It’s like something out of a fairy-tale!’ she exclaimed. ‘I had no idea there would be domes in so many different colours and patterns. The people who built them must have had a great love of colour.’

      ‘They still have. They’re a hot-blooded race.’

      Allie thought she noticed a note of disapproval in Drake’s voice, which amused her. If he disapproved of people with passion in their veins, then what did that make him? But perhaps he liked playing the austere Englishman.

      It took them only another couple of minutes to reach the hotel. Drake parked outside and in a very short time had helped her check in and carry her stuff up to a very comfortable room, with a window from which she could see the patterned domes of St Basil’s.

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