Reluctant Mistress, Blackmailed Wife. Lynne Graham

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      Katie was intercepted before she could climb the stairs to her room.

      ‘Miss Fletcher?’

      It was the same thin fair man she had seen watching her in the foyer of CTK bank. ‘Yes?’

      He handed her his card as an introduction. ‘I’m Trev. I work for the Daily Globe. Mind me asking what your connection to Alexandros Christakis is?’

      Taken aback, Katie muttered, ‘I don’t know what you’re talking about—’

      ‘But you do. You just got out of the bloke’s limo!’

      ‘You saw me? Did you follow me all the way from the bank? And to my friend’s as well?’ Katie was unnerved by that awareness, and turned towards the stairs again.

      The reporter was in her way. ‘I hear you have a couple of kids…’

      ‘What’s that got to do with you?’

      ‘Christakis is a very interesting guy. If you have anything to tell us about him it could be well worth your while,’ he told her with a meaningful look. ‘People don’t talk about him. He lives in a world most of us can only envy. So anything of an exciting personal nature would have a very high cash value.’

      Katie hesitated, distaste filling her. She wanted to tell him to get lost and leave her alone. If only Alexandros had given her a more concrete promise of support than a phone number! Leanne had said that she should be prepared to do anything to give Toby and Connor a better start in life. But talking to a newspaper in return for money struck her as sleazy, and she wanted to think that she was above doing that sort of thing. And yet she was also painfully aware that it was her job to provide her children with a decent home, and achieving that would require cold hard cash.

      ‘We’re on your trail now, so if there’s any dirt to dig we’ll find it anyway.’ Threat and warning were linked in Trev’s hopeful appraisal. ‘So why don’t you make it easier for us and turn a profit too?’

      ‘I’m not interested.’ Even as she spoke, Katie did not know whether or not she was making the right decision.

      An hour later she went back to Leanne’s, to pick up Toby and Connor. While her friend saw her mother out of the flat, Katie scooped up her sons, one at a time out of the buggy, and hugged them tight. After a busy morning of occupation, Toby gave her a huge sunny smile, and Connor laughed.

      ‘So, tell…’ Leanne urged impatiently. ‘What happened? Did you get to see Alexandros?’

      Katie explained, while her friend listened with avid interest and made her describe the limo in detail.

      ‘Alexandros is obviously stinking rich.’ A calculating expression formed on Leanne’s pretty face. ‘And the best offer he can make you is a DNA test?’ she sneered. ‘He’ll need to do a lot better than that!’

      ‘He was shocked…I’ll give him a couple of days and see what happens.’ Katie displayed the card she had been given by the journalist to the brunette.

      ‘Whoopy-do!’ Leanne snatched the card to study it, more impressed by the interest of the Daily Globe than by anything else. ‘This Trev took the trouble to follow you? Hey, Alexandros must be a real celebrity! And you turned the reporter’s offer down? Are you out of your tiny mind?’

      ‘I have to give Alexandros a chance to help us first.’

      ‘But if the press find out whose kids Toby and Connor are without your input, you won’t make any money at all!’

      Katie was beginning to feel uncomfortable. ‘I know, but I don’t think anyone will work out what my relationship was with Alexandros any time soon. I mean, nobody knows about us—’

      ‘You could make pots of money out of this, Katie. Haven’t you got the guts to go for it?’ her friend demanded

      ‘Alexandros would hate that kind of publicity, and he’d never forgive me for it.’

      ‘So what? What’s he to you?’

      ‘He’ll always be the twins’ father. I don’t want to make an enemy of him. Flogging our story to the newspapers has to be a last resort for me.’

      Leanne gave her a scornful look. ‘You’re being really stupid about this. There’s money to be made. Your problem is that you’ve still got feelings for that bastard—’

      Katie was affronted by that suggestion. ‘No, I haven’t!’

      ‘Much good it’ll do you. He doesn’t want to know now, does he?’ Leanne sniped, and soon after that Katie thought it wisest to thank the brunette for looking after the twins and go.

      Mid-morning the following day, a young man in casual clothing came to her door. ‘Are you Katie Fletcher?’

      At her nod of confirmation, he extended a mobile phone to her.

      ‘I’m a solicitor, engaged to represent a certain person’s interests, Miss Fletcher,’ the brisk voice on the phone informed her. ‘I’m sure you’ll understand the need for discretion in this case. Are you willing to undergo DNA testing?’

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