The Tycoon's Trophy Mistress. Lee Wilkinson

Чтение книги онлайн.

СКАЧАТЬ style="font-size:15px;">      Well aware that she had had to cope with more than enough heartbreak, at the door Mr Telford turned and said, ‘You will take care, won’t you…?’

      Though it was, strictly speaking, none of his business, he was uneasy about Daniel Wolfe’s barely concealed interest and his motive for what Telford was beginning to suspect had been a contrived move.

      But, knowing how Charlotte felt about Wolfe, common sense told him that she was hardly likely to be in any danger.

      Smiling, she answered, ‘Of course.’

      ‘And don’t forget to come back to us.’

      For an instant her smile faltered. She had already faced the fact that it would be impossible for her to return to Wolfe International. That chapter in her life was over.

      Whether or not she succeeded in her mission, it would be time to put the past behind her, if she could, and move on…

      But she would succeed, she vowed. She had to succeed to make the rest of her life worth living.

      The bus, its grimy windows filmed with a fine drizzle, crawled through the heavier-than-usual Thursday evening traffic like a wounded snail.

      By the time Charlotte got off at Belton Street and let herself into the Bayswater flat, her first, almost sick, excitement had seeped away.

      So had her confidence.

      As naturally tidy as her flatmate was untidy, she hung up her coat and suit jacket before going through to the bright little kitchen.

      Carla, who looked like a cat, had all the subtlety of a Rottweiler and was fond of quoting platitudes. She was standing by the stove.

      Her short black hair standing up in spikes, her triangular face a little flushed, she was stirring a pan of herby-smelling sauce with one hand and feeding long sticks of pasta into furiously bubbling water with the other.

      Looking up, she said, ‘I thought we’d have Spag Bol tonight, if that suits you?’ Then, without waiting for an answer, ‘What happened? Did you get it?’

      ‘Yes, I got it.’

      ‘Brill! So you’re on course at last. How long will you be away?’

      ‘I don’t know. It all depends on how things go. The memo said six months, possibly a year… But I’m hoping to be home much sooner than that. I suppose you’ll get someone else to share the rent?’

      Carla who, with another friend, Macy, ran a small but very successful boutique, shook her head. ‘I doubt it. It’s not really necessary, and I don’t know how I’d get on living with someone else.

      ‘Any idea when you’ll be going?’

      ‘Tomorrow.’

      ‘Tomorrow!’ She sounded staggered. ‘Why so soon?’

      ‘They want me to get settled in before Christmas. You don’t mind, do you?’

      ‘Of course I don’t mind. To tell you the truth, Andrew has been pressuring me to go up to Scotland with him on the 23rd. His family live in Dundee.’

      ‘You didn’t mention it.’

      ‘I couldn’t decide whether or not I wanted to go.’

      Realizing that Carla had been unwilling to leave her, Charlotte could only feel grateful for such a loyal friend.

      Knowing from past experience that her flatmate was uncomfortable with any undue display of sentiment, she merely said, ‘But you’ll go now, I hope?’

      ‘I expect so. Though the shop’s bound to be busy, Macy has offered to hold the fort for a couple of days in exchange for extra time off at New Year.’

      Fishing out a strand of spaghetti and pinching it between her finger and thumb, Carla went on briskly, ‘This is done, so I’ll start dishing up. You can fill me in on all the details while we eat, and afterwards I’ll help you with your packing.’

      Then with satisfaction, ‘It’s a jolly good job I bullied you into buying all those new clothes in the autumn sale…

      ‘Tell you what—’ she continued, putting down two steaming bowls ‘—get some wineglasses out and we’ll have a bottle of plonk to celebrate. When you’ve got your claws into Daniel Wolfe and brought him to his knees, we’ll have champagne.’

      ‘I don’t think I can go through with it,’ Charlotte admitted in a rush.

      ‘Of course you can go through with it!’ Carla’s dark eyes flashed. ‘That kind of swine ought to get his comeuppance.’

      ‘But, even if I can attract his attention in the first place, I don’t think I’m a good enough actress to pretend to like a man I loathe and detest.’

      ‘Certainly you are. Didn’t you play the femme fatale opposite that revolting Keith what’s-his-name when the Sixth Form put on Someone Like You?’

      ‘This isn’t the same…’

      ‘You can do it!’

      ‘I’m not so sure… The thing is, as well as being an extremely wealthy man, Daniel Wolfe’s got loads of sex-appeal, so he’s—’

      ‘How do you know he’s got loads of sex-appeal?’

      ‘I’ve seen pictures of him in the papers.’

      ‘Newspaper pictures can give a false impression.’

      ‘He’s always got a woman clinging to his arm.’

      ‘That could be something to do with his money. You know what they say about millionaires—some women will love them if they’re bald and hideous and only four foot two.’

      ‘He must be at least six foot and he has plenty of hair. Added to that, he’s undeniably attractive.’

      ‘Close to, I bet you he’s wall-eyed and has halitosis,’ Carla said sourly.

      Charlotte smiled fleetingly. ‘Just in case I do manage to get close to him, I rather hope not. But what I’m trying to say is, apart from being rich, he’s clever and intelligent. I don’t know if I can attract someone like that.’

      Carla lifted her eyes to heaven as though praying for patience. ‘You’ve been attracting the opposite sex since you were at school, without even trying.’

      ‘But Daniel Wolfe is different. He lives in a different world and with no lack of women to choose from he may not fancy someone like me.’

      ‘He’ll be interested.’

      ‘How can you be so sure?’

      ‘He’s a man, isn’t he?’

      ‘Yes.’

      ‘And straight?’

      ‘Almost СКАЧАТЬ