When Only Diamonds Will Do. Lindsay Armstrong

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      She took another sip of champagne and looked thoughtful. ‘I teach. English,’ she said and smiled at his expression. ‘Thought that might surprise you,’ she murmured.

      He grimaced. ‘Why?’

      ‘Why did I think it would surprise you? I get the feeling you don’t approve of me, Mr…um…Reith.’ She eyed him with a glimmer of wry humour in her blue eyes. ‘It’s quite a strong feeling,’ she added gently.

      ‘You did nearly cause me to wipe myself out,’ he reminded her.

      She laughed. ‘Yes, well, I’ve already confessed to having a…an unusual kind of day. I’m generally a much more organized person.’

      His lips twitched and he shrugged.

      Kim planted her elbows on the table and rested her chin in her hands. ‘You couldn’t have said it more eloquently if you’d actually spoken the words.’

      He raised his eyebrows. ‘What?’

      ‘You find that hard to believe?’

      ‘I …’

      Kim sat back and interrupted. ‘Not that I mind. We’re a bit like ships in the night, aren’t we?’

      He didn’t answer, merely studied her.

      ‘Would you mind if we ordered dinner?’

      ‘Not at all.’

      ‘That’s the other thing I messed up today,’ she confided. ‘I haven’t had a thing to eat since breakfast. And do you mind if I order lobster? I always have lobster here; I can thoroughly recommend it.’

      ‘Be my guest,’ he murmured.

      ‘Oh, I wouldn’t dream of it. It’s not cheap so I insist on paying for my dinner. Actually, I’d like to pay for yours too!’

      As a way of cutting me down to size? Reith wondered. As a way of being a Theron and making others aware that they’re not quite in the same class?

      ‘As a way of saying thank-you for the lift today and for lending me money for flowers and suggesting dinner,’ Kim murmured.

      Their gazes clashed.

      Had she read his mind? he wondered, then became aware of a resolve forming within him that he didn’t think he’d be able to ignore—he wanted this girl in his bed; he wanted to find out how she liked being made love to, whether she was still a Theron to her fingertips when she was hot and excited and writhing beneath him.

      ‘Do you surf?’

      They were out in the cooling night air, strolling towards the car park, when Reith asked the question.

      ‘Of course,’ Kim said without hesitation.

      ‘Of course?’ he queried, glancing down at her with some irony.

      She paused and looked up. She wasn’t short, five feet six, plus her wedges tonight, which meant he had to be well over six feet, and a little frisson ran through her because he was not only tall but beautifully proportioned …

      But why that look of irony? she wondered.

      ‘Have I said something wrong?’

      He took her hand and swung it. ‘No, I suppose not.’

      ‘Now come on, tell me,’ she insisted.

      He stopped walking and turned her to face him but it was a long moment before he replied. In fact as his gaze roamed up and down her figure then lingered ruefully on her legs, Kim experienced another frisson but this one seemed to sizzle between them.

      Then he shrugged and said, ‘It’s just that I get the feeling you do everything well—ride, swim, surf, play tennis, play the piano, draw or paint, speak fluent—something or other and—’

      ‘Stop!’ She held up her free hand. ‘You’re having a go at me, aren’t you? You still think I’m rich and idle, despite the fact that I work.’

      He rubbed his jaw reflectively. ‘Not idle, no, but for the rest of it, you have the sort of assurance that leads one to suspect you of attending a good finishing school. Do you do any of those things?’

      ‘I …’ Kim closed her mouth and shrugged resignedly. ‘I do swim and surf. I ride. I don’t play the piano but I do play the harp, I do play tennis, I do speak fluent Spanish—but I do not draw or paint!’ she finished triumphantly. ‘Mind you, I have a good eye for art,’ she confessed. ‘But, tell me this, what’s it all got to do with surfing?’

      ‘Should we go down to Margaret River for a surf tomorrow?’ He paused. ‘The weather forecast is good and the swell is up.’

      Kim’s lips parted and her eyes lit up. ‘I can think of nothing nicer, Mr—what is your name?’

      His eyes narrowed for no reason she could detect. ‘Richardson,’ he said and waited a moment. ‘Reith Richardson.’

      ‘Well, Mr Richardson, I’d love to! I haven’t surfed for a while.’

      ‘And you can just take off from your teaching job when and wherever?’ he queried.

      ‘Oh, no, but I have time off at the moment. I did some overtime in the boarding house.’ She raised her eyebrows. ‘Where shall we meet?’

      ‘Would you mind driving down to Busselton?’

      ‘No-o,’ Kim said slowly.

      He swung her hand. ‘I have a very early appointment down there—it would save me driving back. We can go on in one car.’

      ‘Sure,’ she said easily.

      He lifted her hand and kissed her knuckles.

      Kim swallowed as a tremor of pure physical attraction towards this tall, dark, rugged stranger ran through her. But he didn’t feel like a stranger any more, although she didn’t know much more about him than she’d known earlier in the day.

      Well, she knew he preferred steak to lobster, beer to champagne, that his hands were clean and scrubbed but scarred and callused as if he’d done plenty of physical work at some time or another. Yet he sounded educated and well-read.

      He released her hand as they reached her car. ‘Try not to lure any more men to their doom against large, immovable objects, Miss Theron,’ he advised as she unlocked the driver’s door.

      She laughed, ‘I won’t!’

      ‘Oh, and this.’ He took her purse from her and tucked her hundred-dollar note into it.

      ‘But—’

      ‘I’d like to pay for the flowers, that’s all. Goodnight.’

      ‘You know—’ Kim stared up at him ‘—I’ve СКАЧАТЬ