The Dating Mr Darcy Trilogy. Katie Oliver

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      “Of course. I’ll see you then.”

      She rang off and wondered, not for the first time, if Alastair was having an affair. But as quickly as the idea occurred, she discarded it. He wasn’t that sort of man. Besides, if anyone was entitled to have an affair, Cherie reflected irritably, she was. Putting up with Alastair’s late hours, worrying about their daughters, what with Holly living on her own in London, and Hannah, off to uni next year—

      Oh, stop, she scolded herself. You’ve a good husband and two lovely daughters who’ve never given you a moment’s trouble. You’ve nothing to worry about.

      She took out the flour and sugar and decided to make a treacle tart for dessert.

      Affairs were for other people, after all. Not for people like Alastair and her.

      Miraculously, there were no reporters outside Sir Richard’s townhouse when Natalie arrived. Nevertheless, she parked around the corner and made her way cautiously to the front door.

      She’d barely raised her hand to knock when the door swung open. “Come in, miss, your grandfather’s expecting you.”

      “Thank you, Lyons.” She smiled at Sir Richard’s butler. “Is he in the drawing room?”

      “He’s in his study, miss. Would you like a drink?”

      She’d like more than a drink, she’d like an entire bottle, thank you, and no need for a glass. But, “No thanks,” she said, and walked quickly to the end of the hall. Sir Richard stood before the window, his hands clasped behind his back.

      “Grandfather,” she said in a rush as she tossed her handbag aside, “I’m so glad you’re here. You’ll never believe what that awful Rhys Gordon’s done now!”

      He turned away from the window and fixed a rheumy eye on her. From his desk, he picked up a copy of the Daily Mail, held it up, and asked, “Has it anything to do with this?”

      A photograph was prominently featured on the cover. It was a long shot, and grainy, but it unmistakably showed Natalie standing on the pavement in front of her flat, pressed against Rhys with her arms looped around his neck. It was headlined, ‘Exclusive Photos! D&J Heiress Gives Gordon the Business’.

      She grabbed it from him, shocked. “What?!”

      “I read the papers every morning, and occasionally, I read the tabloids. Although today, I wish I hadn’t. You can imagine my dismay to see my granddaughter prominently displayed on the cover of this—” his lip curled in distaste “—publication.”

      Natalie hurled the tabloid aside. “This is all Rhys’s fault! He engineered all of this for publicity!”

      “Well, then,” Sir Richard said, “it seems he’s succeeded.”

      “Is that all you can say?” she demanded. “He’s using this fake affair nonsense to get Dashwood and James in the headlines! He’s using me as tabloid fodder! At the party, he pretended to help me, after I…when I…” She faltered, and bit her lip.

      “After you got drunk and threw your drink at him?” he said, his expression forbidding. “An action meant, if these stories are true, for that twit of a boyfriend of yours.”

      “Ex-boyfriend,” she murmured.

      “Natalie, sit down,” he commanded. “It’s time we talked.”

      Grandfather rarely issued commands, most especially not to her. This was serious, indeed. She sank without a word into one of the wing chairs facing his desk.

      “First of all, I know it was you Rhys referred to in the board meeting this morning,” he informed her. “It was you who treated him so shabbily. I know, because I asked you to cover for Mrs. Tuttle in the lingerie department last Saturday.”

      “I was hung over—” she began.

      “It doesn’t matter, Natalie,” he cut in sharply. “There’s no excuse for treating a customer – any customer – so poorly. I won’t have it.”

      “But he was insufferably rude—”

      “He was testing you. He wanted to see how you’d handle the situation. You failed miserably, by the way.”

      “It was sneaky, what he did!”

      “I may not care for his tactics, but his instincts are spot on. Nor does he avoid unpleasantness. Unlike you, Natalie, who’s avoided unpleasantness – and work – for two years.”

      “That’s not fair,” Natalie protested. “I worked. I did! Well, for a bit…but I wanted to be with Dominic instead.”

      “Ah, yes. Dominic.” Distaste was plain upon his face.

      “I thought…I was sure I was in love with him.”

      “Yes. So you followed him on tour, putting your own life on hold, and let him treat you like – pardon my vulgarity – shit.” He held up a hand as she protested. “Ever since you met him, you’ve drifted along like an unmoored ship. I allowed it, because I thought eventually you’d settle down…to something, or someone. But you haven’t. And now, this.”

      “I can explain—”

      “Can you indeed? Can you explain how Rhys Gordon ‘engineered’ this photo of you, pressing yourself against him with your arms round his neck?”

      Natalie blushed. “I was drunk, and furious at Dominic. But nothing happened. Rhys took me home, and left.”

      “Then you’re very lucky. I’m not so far past it that I don’t remember what young men can be like, especially when it comes to taking advantage of a situation. How fortunate for you that Mr. Gordon behaved like a gentleman.”

      Natalie hung her head.

      “Your mother called me earlier. Reporters and photographers are camped out in front of her house, ringing her telephone—”

      “I know. She left me four messages.”

      “Did it never occur to you to call her back?”

      “I couldn’t! I had a lunch meeting with Rhys and couldn’t check my messages until this afternoon.”

      Sir Richard regarded her, his expression unreadable. “I hate to say it, Natalie, but things can’t continue on as they are. You must either find employment, or settle down with a more suitable young man. I won’t allow you to throw your life away in this irresponsible manner any longer.”

      She looked at him in alarm. “What do you mean?”

      “You must learn to make your own way. You’ve been provided with an excellent education and every privilege a young woman could want. Natalie, I love you dearly. But I will not tolerate – or finance – your bohemian lifestyle any longer.”

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