Passionate Fantasy. Sharon Kendrick

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      ‘Don’t give him too many carbohydrates, will you?’ laughed Julia. ‘We don’t want him piling on the pounds.’ And she gave Darius a playful punch against a rock-hard torso which contained not a hint of spare flesh.

      ‘I’m just showing Kitty to her room,’ said Darius. ‘I’ll only be a few minutes.’

      ‘Fine. Mind if I take a shower?’

      ‘Go ahead.’

      And that, thought Kitty, spoke volumes about the intimacy of their relationship.

      ‘Bye, Kitty,’ said Julia. ‘I’ll look forward to sampling your cooking!’ She gave another megawatt smile and walked off with a wiggle, disappearing into a room at the end of the long passage. To his bedroom? wondered Kitty.

      There was a short pause as they watched her—Kitty was dying to ask who the confident woman who had eyed her so dismissively was, but Darius was already speaking to her.

      ‘Come with me and I’ll show you where you’ll be staying.’

      To her surprise, he walked straight through the house and out at the other side, into a beautifully informal garden whose vast size made her blink. He weaved his way down a winding path onto which a profusion of different-coloured flowers spilled, their hues like the contents of an artist’s palette. He stopped at last in front of a building painted in an ice-cream-pink colour. It was a single storey only, and looked so cosy that it reminded Kitty immediately of an olde-worlde English cottage—she half expected to see hollyhocks and delphiniums growing around the door!

      ‘I’ve put you in this annexe,’ he said. ‘I thought you might prefer it. It’s completely self-contained.’

      ‘The servant’s quarters?’ she murmured without thinking, then immediately wished she hadn’t, for he fixed her with a sharp look.

      ‘I thought that you might prefer the privacy. I have house guests staying sometimes—and as you’ll be serving them with food and drink for a lot of the time I thought you’d like your own particular escape-valve.’

      Her heart sank. The whole point of taking this job had been to give her access to his house. How on earth was she supposed to get to know the combination of his safe if she was situated miles away from the wretched thing? ‘But what happens if they want drinks or snacks, say, in the middle of the afternoon?’ she suggested brightly. ‘Surely it would be much easier to have me—on tap, so to speak?’

      His eyes narrowed at her unfortunate phrase, and she flushed scarlet to the roots of her hair.

      ‘If they want anything between meals I can fix it. Or they can. I don’t want you to be at my beck and call all day—that isn’t the way I operate. You’re employed to provide breakfast, lunch and dinner. And sometimes tea mid-afternoon. And if that sounds like slave-labour, then remember—the nature of my job means I may have to go off for two or three days at a time, and you’ll be completely free when I do.’

      What alternative did she have other than to smile politely? ‘That sounds very reasonable,’ she said. Too reasonable. She’d have preferred a touch of the tyrant—tyrants were easier to dislike than reasonable men.

      ‘It’s now almost one,’ he continued in that deep, drawling voice. ‘Don’t bother with lunch today. If you’d like to get yourself unpacked, I’ll send Simon over in about an hour—he’ll show you over the main house. You remember Simon?’ he prompted, with an indefinable gleam lighting his grey eyes.

      Yes, she remembered the tall, brown-haired secretary with whom she’d shared a short and somewhat awkward meal after her bizarre ‘interview’—when he had steadfastly and neatly fielded any questions which might have given her a little more insight into the character of Darius Speed. Had he told his boss that she had seemed unusually interested in him? she wondered briefly, before discounting the thought. He probably hadn’t thought to mention it—for wouldn’t any prospective employee show a healthy interest in the man she would be working for, especially a man with the formidable reputation of Darius?

      ‘Thanks,’ she said, giving him what she hoped was another polite smile.

      He nodded his dark head. ‘I’ll leave you to settle in. You have your own kitchen, which is fully stocked with everything I thought you’d need. Anything else, order it up through Simon. There’s a swimming-pool in the grounds—please feel free to use it.’ He began to turn away.

      ‘And—when would you like me to start work?’ she ventured.

      He frowned distractedly, as if she had intruded on his thoughts. Glancing at the watch on his wrist, he paused. ‘Let me see— I’m working on a script all day and I’m out to the theatre tonight. I’d like some sandwiches and tea at five-thirty, and supper for four after the show—just something cold which you can leave out. Nothing too fancy. Use what’s available for tonight—you can shop tomorrow. And now,’ he added, ‘I’d better shower— I’m expecting a transatlantic call very shortly.’

      She had a sudden, brief image of him showering. With Julia? Would the pretty brunette soon be slowly and sensuously rubbing lather all over that magnificent body of his ... ?

      Kitty came back to the present to realise that she was studying the bronzed shafts of his muscular legs rather too closely, and she couldn’t miss the tiny flash of discernment which briefly flared in the silver eyes as he acknowledged her scrutiny. A small smile played at the corners of his lips.

      ‘Well, I think that’s all. I’ll see you at dinner— Kitty.’ And he walked off back down the path the way they’d come, his tennis clothes dazzlingly and starkly white against the deep, rich colours of the flowers.

      Oh, lord, thought Kitty, her eyes following him with reluctant fascination. How on earth can I work for him and how can I steal from him if I’m going to start conjuring up disturbingly erotic fantasies about him on day one?

CHAPTER THREE

      KITTY’S hands were trembling as she pushed open the door and walked into the annexe, but her surroundings quickly lulled her into a calmer state, for it was impossible not to appreciate the comfort of the accommodation Darius had provided.

      The sitting-room was deceptively large—but then she decided that perhaps the simplicity of the furnishings added to the illusion of space. The floors were of some pale wood which shone with the gleam of regular polishing. Several rugs were scattered here and there, woven with images which resembled some of the aboriginal paintings she had spotted in various Perth shops.

      On the white walls were several large paintings depicting the Australian outback, whose vibrant colours dominated the room. They were all so exquisitely executed that she stood for a moment before one, completely lost in it. She saw the vivid cobalt-blue of a cloudless sky, contrasting with the deep dry red of the terrain, out of whose dust spiky, unfamiliar plants grew. She could imagine the harshness of that bleak and beautiful landscape. A different Australia, she thought as she gazed at it with rapt attention—and a world away from the sophisticated city she had seen so far.

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