The Bedroom Barter. Sara Craven

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      She should have been relieved at his reassurance. Instead she was aware of an odd feeling closely resembling pique.

      She was angry with herself because of it, which in turn sparked a sudden sharpness in her voice. ‘You don’t look much like a philanthropist to me.’

      ‘Well, sweetheart,’ he said, ‘your own appearance is open to misinterpretation—wouldn’t you say?’

      He seemed to have an answer for everything, she thought with growing resentment.

      She said, ‘It’s just that—I can’t pay you—as you must know.’

      ‘Don’t worry about it,’ he directed lazily. ‘I’m sure we can reach some mutually agreeable arrangement.’ And, as her lips parted indignantly, he added, ‘Can you cook?’

      ‘Yes,’ she said swiftly, and on the whole, untruthfully.

      ‘Problem solved, then. You provide three meals a day for Laurent and myself, and you’ll have paid for your trip several times over.’

      ‘Laurent?’

      ‘The other crew member. Great bloke, but not gifted in the galley.’ He paused. ‘Well?’

      No, she thought, that’s not the word at all. ‘Dangerous’ comes to mind. But so does ‘tempting’ at the same time.

      She said slowly, ‘I—I don’t understand. Why should you want to help me? We’re total strangers to each other.’

      ‘We share a nationality,’ he said. ‘We’re both a long way from home. And one look tonight told me you were in deep trouble. I thought maybe you might need a helping hand.’

      She stared at him. ‘Your name isn’t Galahad, by any chance?’

      ‘No,’ he said. ‘Any more than yours is Micaela.’

      Chellie bit her lip, once again at a loss. ‘I’m still not sure about this …’ she began.

      He gave a quick, impatient sigh. ‘Understand this, darling.’ His tone bit. ‘I’m not about to force you on board La Belle Rêve. And I’m not going to beg you on my knees either. It all depends on how badly you want to get out of your current situation. But I’m sailing tonight, whether you’re with me or not.’

      He paused. ‘So—no more discussion. We’re wasting valuable time. I’m the rock. This is the hard place. You have to make the decision, and make it now.’

      ‘And when we get to St Hilaire?’ she asked jerkily. ‘What then?’

      ‘There’ll be other choices to consider,’ he said. ‘There always are.’

      ‘You forget,’ Chellie said. ‘I still have no passport, which reduces my options to zero. Unless, of course, St Hilaire has openings for singers,’ she added wryly.

      He was silent for a moment. ‘You say Mama Rita took it from you. Do you know where she keeps it?’

      ‘In her desk—locked in the top right-hand drawer. She showed it to me once.’ Chellie bit her lip. ‘To convince me she still had it, and therefore still had me. Playing cat and mouse.’

      ‘And the key to her desk? Where’s that?’

      Chellie grimaced. ‘On a long chain round her neck.’

      He shuddered. ‘Which is where it can definitely remain.’ He paused, frowning. ‘Where will Mama Rita be now?’

      ‘Down in the club. She’ll come up at the end of the night to count the takings, but that’s usually the only time. She considers she’s one of the features of the place. That people come just to see her.’

      ‘Well,’ he said softly, ‘she could be right. After all, something brought me here this evening. So let’s hope that her ego keeps her right there in front of her admiring public.’

      ‘Why? What are you going to do?’ she asked.

      ‘Break into that desk, of course.’ His tone was almost casual.

      Her jaw dropped. ‘Are you crazy?’

      ‘Well, we can hardly take the damned thing with us. People might notice.’ He gave her a dispassionate look. ‘I’m surprised you haven’t tried to get into it yourself.’

      His faint note of criticism needled her. ‘Because I wouldn’t know how,’ she said tautly. ‘Unlike you, it seems.’

      ‘Merely one of the skills I’ve acquired along the way.’ He shrugged, apparently unfazed. ‘For which you should be grateful.’ He gave her a questioning look. ‘I hope there’s a back way out of here?’

      ‘Yes, but that’s always locked too, and Manuel has the key.’

      ‘Well, that shouldn’t be a serious problem.’ He got to his feet, and Chellie rose too.

      She said breathlessly, ‘You don’t know him. He’s always hanging round—and he has a knife.’

      ‘I’m sure he has,’ he returned with indifference. ‘I thought when I saw him that serving drinks couldn’t be the entire sum of his talents.’

      She said in a low voice, ‘It’s not funny. He’s really dangerous—worse than Mama Rita.’

      He said softly, ‘But I could be dangerous too, songbird.’ He paused. ‘And don’t say that hasn’t already crossed your mind.’

      She stared at him, the silence between them crackling like electricity. He knew how to break open a desk, she thought, and he wasn’t scared of knives. Just who was this man—and how soon would she be able to get away from him? And, most of all, how much was it going to cost her? Her throat closed.

      She said huskily, ‘Perhaps you just seem—the lesser of two evils.’

      ‘Thank you,’ he said, his mouth twisting. ‘I think. Is Mama Rita’s office on this floor, by any chance?’

      She nodded. ‘Just along the passage. You—you want me to show you?’

      ‘It could save time,’ he said. ‘Also it might stop me intruding on anyone else’s intimate moments. I presume this isn’t the only private room?’

      ‘No,’ Chellie said. ‘But this is reckoned to be the best one. It must have cost you plenty to hire it.’

      ‘Well, don’t worry about it,’ he said. ‘I expect to get my money’s worth in due course.’ He looked into her startled eyes and grinned. ‘All that home cooking,’ he explained softly.

      He kicked the blonde wig out of sight under the sofa. ‘You won’t need that again.’ He looked her over. ‘Do you have other clothes? Because you could change into them while I’m breaking and entering.’

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