One Man's Mistress: One Night with His Virgin Mistress / Public Mistress, Private Affair / Mistress Against Her Will. Sara Craven

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      Clearly, she thought, he didn’t like being in her debt, and regretted the impulse that had caused him to ask for her help. And any hint at a new understanding between them had relapsed once more into the silence of that first week. A silence she didn’t know how to break, and which was clearly intended to keep her at a distance.

      Which was how matters between them still stood, and she’d probably been a fool to expect anything different.

      ‘Same roof—separate lives.’ That was what he’d said, and what he meant.

      But the situation was less embarrassing than she’d feared, because most of the time he wasn’t around. He’d been off to Germany, Canada for three days, and Venezuela for four, and in between he’d been fitting in meetings all over Britain.

      ‘Doesn’t he ever slow down?’ she’d asked Penny, who’d turned up quite unexpectedly one evening during one of his longer absences, bringing a Chinese take-away—on the off- chance, she said cheerfully, that Tallie hadn’t eaten yet.

      ‘I only wish he would.’ Penny sighed. ‘He’s got a terrific team working for him, and he could delegate far more. For instance, there was no need for him to be caught up in that hideous African mess, but he knew there was trouble brewing and he didn’t want to risk anyone who had a wife and family.’

      ‘And now he’s going back there,’ Tallie said, half to herself.

      ‘He has a job to finish.’ Penny shrugged fatalistically. ‘That’s the way he is.’

      And they’d turned to other topics.

      Tallie had enjoyed seeing Penny again, but had backed off when further meetings were suggested. However, it wasn’t simply the lack of time or money that she’d used as her excuse, and which Penny had reluctantly accepted, which had made her demur, but more the suspicion that Mark might not approve of any burgeoning friendship between her and his cousin.

      That it might impinge on his ‘separate lives’ ruling.

      But I wish I’d asked her about Justin, she thought. Except that it might have revived unhappy memories about her own bruises.

      She zipped herself into her dress, wondering doubtfully if it had been stupid to spend money on a new broderie anglais bra and briefs set from her favourite chain store.

      But if—something was going to happen tonight, she would need all the confidence going, and some pretty lingerie could only boost her self-esteem.

      She was on her way down the passage to the front door when Mark emerged from the study, stretching wearily. He paused, his gaze travelling over her, taking in the demure charm of the red dress with narrow-eyed speculation.

      ‘Ah,’ he said softly. ‘Big date tonight.’

      An almost civil remark, thought Tallie furiously, and just when it was needed least. How very typical. And if she’d left five minutes earlier, she could have avoided him altogether.

      She lifted her chin, saying coolly, ‘I am going out, yes.’ And tried to ignore how his glance seemed to be lingering on the way the dress clung to her small high breasts and the slender curve of her hips.

      ‘Then clearly I won’t bother to wait up,’ he murmured and sauntered off in the direction of the kitchen.

      And Tallie made her escape, thankful he hadn’t hung around to watch her blushing.

      Justin was already at the restaurant, and he stood, taking her hand and kissing her on the cheek as she joined him at their table.

      ‘You look lovely.’ His eyes were warm with admiration, and possibly more. ‘Is that a new dress?’

      New to me anyway, she thought, basking in his appreciation. It will be all right, she told herself. Everything will be fine.

      She looked about her with interest as she took her seat beside him on the cushioned bench against the wall. Most of the tables were occupied, and waiters moved between them with quiet efficiency. There was no canned music, just the hum of contented conversation, punctuated by the occasional pop of a cork.

      She sat back with a sigh. ‘What a nice place this is.’

      ‘I came to the opening about a year ago,’ he said after a brief hesitation. ‘So I know the food is good.’ His mouth quirked. ‘After the meal you cooked for us that night, I felt nothing less would do.’

      Tallie laughed, and after that everything became easier. It was fun to sit close to him and chat over a shared menu, which was short but crammed with delicious possibilities. Rather like the evening itself, she thought with sudden shyness.

      Because Justin’s gentle flirting had a new and definite purpose since their last encounter, and it was exciting to realise that, for the first time in her life, she was being seriously propositioned.

      She recognised, too, that before long she would need to make a decision, and therefore it would be better not to drink too much of the wonderful wine he’d picked to accompany the food, in case it clouded her judgement.

      Or had her choice really been made from the moment she’d accepted tonight’s invitation? She couldn’t be sure.

      For dessert, Justin ordered two of the restaurant’s famous chocolate soufflés.

      ‘And coffee, m’sieur?’

      ‘I think we’ll decide that later.’ Looking at Tallie, he added softly, ‘Shall we?’

      The moment had arrived. He was asking if she’d go back with him to his flat and he required an answer, she thought numbly, staring down at the white linen tablecloth. She could say yes or no. Nod or shake her head. Anything rather than sit as if she’d been turned to stone, her heart the only part of her body that seemed to be working, as it pounded unevenly away against her ribcage. As she tried desperately to think …

      She was aware of the waiter moving away, but only realised someone else had taken his place when he spoke.

      ‘Good God, Justin. You’re the last person I expected to see here.’

      Tallie glanced up, startled by the challenge implicit in the harsh drawl.

      The newcomer was a youngish man, with a round, pug-like face, unbecomingly flushed as he stood over them.

      ‘This is a restaurant, Clive, and we all have to eat,’ Justin returned coolly. ‘Even you,’ he added, with a fleeting glance at their visitor’s overweight body snugly encased in its dark blue suit. ‘Please don’t let us keep you.’

      ‘Oh, I’m over there.’ He waved a vague hand. ‘Family party. They couldn’t believe their eyes either, so I came across to check.’

      He paused. ‘Life treating you well, is it? Job … all tickety-boo and no regrets? You certainly seem to be recovering in other ways.’

      Tallie found herself the unwelcome target of small, leering brown eyes. ‘Although, to be honest, she’s a little young for СКАЧАТЬ