He’d clearly lost no time, and now he had not only a beautiful lover—if lovers they were—but also one who would soon be worth a small fortune.
Poor Lucy.
Except that Rudy wasn’t going to get away with it, Simon vowed, no matter what it took, he would put an end to the affair.
The Press were departing now, and in the milling crowd Charlotte could see no one looking in her direction. But still the sensation persisted, like a cold breath of disquiet, raising the fine hairs on the back of her neck, making her shiver.
Then, turning her head a little, she saw a man standing in deep shadow beyond the range of the flickering candles. He was watching her intently.
Just for an instant their eyes met.
She recoiled from the shock as though from a blow, so unnerved that if she hadn’t been in a room full of people, she would have turned on her heel and run…
‘Sorry I’ve been so long.’ Rudy materialised by her side. ‘I thought those blasted photographers would never go.’ Then, catching sight of her expression, ‘If you’re upset about it I can only—’
‘I’m not.’
‘You look upset.’
‘Not with you, honestly. It’s just that a strange man was staring at me.’
He laughed. ‘With looks like yours you ought to be used to men staring at you.’
‘This was different,’ Charlotte insisted.
‘So where is your strange man?’
‘Over there.’ She stopped abruptly; the shadowy corner where the man had been standing was empty. ‘He’s gone,’ she said stupidly.
‘So there’s nothing to worry about. He was no doubt thinking of coming over to chat you up, and when I appeared he changed his mind.’
If only she could believe that. But she couldn’t. Though she’d met the stranger’s glance for only a split-second, she knew there had been nothing light or flirtatious in the look. It had been as cold and piercing, as lethal, as a stiletto.
She shivered.
Seeing that involuntary movement, Rudy said in surprise, ‘You really have let it bother you.’
Then, deciding to seize his chance, he urged, ‘Look, we don’t have to stay for supper. You’re obviously not enjoying the evening, so suppose we get out of here and go back to my place?’
As she began to shake her head, he added, ‘If you’re hungry, we can always stop for a bite to eat on the way.’
‘I’ve got a better idea,’ she said. ‘When you take me home, instead of just dropping me off, come in and I’ll cook you some supper.’
He hesitated. Ending up at her flat wasn’t quite what he’d had in mind, but it was still a big step forward. It was the first time she had invited him back, so presumably the flatmate she’d mentioned would be out and they would be alone.
‘That sounds great,’ he said with a smile.
As far as he was concerned, one bed was as good as another, and in some ways it would be safer. If they went back to the Mayfair flat there was always a chance that they might leave some trace of their presence, and it wouldn’t do for Simon to find out. Though his brother-in-law never swore or raised his voice, he was formidable when angry.
Rudy sighed. While he was still beholden to Simon, he couldn’t afford to rock the boat. But once he had Charlotte and her money in the palm of his hand, it would be a different story.
CHAPTER TWO
‘LEAVING so soon?’ Anthony asked in surprise, when they went to say their thanks and goodbyes.
‘I’m afraid Charlotte has a migraine coming on,’ Rudy said mendaciously.
‘Oh?’ Turning to Charlotte, Anthony said, ‘I didn’t know you suffered from migraine. Nasty things. Do you get them often?’
Charlotte, who had never had a migraine in her life, answered, ‘No, I don’t.’
‘Just as well. I’ve always found that—’
‘We’d better be off,’ Rudy broke in quickly. ‘The sooner she’s in bed, the happier I’ll be.’
‘I’m sure.’ Anthony’s voice was dry.
In silence they retrieved their coats and were shown out. As they walked towards the car, Charlotte asked vexedly, ‘Why on earth did you tell Anthony I had a migraine?’
‘I had to tell him something.’ Rudy sounded sulky.
‘Anthony’s no fool. He knew perfectly well we were lying to him.’
‘And that bothers you?’
‘Yes, it does rather. So far we’ve had a good professional relationship—’
‘Which obviously means a great deal more to you than our relationship,’ Rudy groused.
‘No, of course it doesn’t. But goodness knows what he’s thinking.’
‘Does it matter a toss what he’s thinking?’ Rudy demanded angrily.
Charlotte bit her lip. All in all it had been a far from pleasant evening, and now they were quarrelling.
‘No, I suppose not,’ she said, slipping her arm through his.
But it did matter. And they both knew it.
The knowledge cast an additional blight on the evening, and during the journey back to Bayswater the tension was palpable. Charlotte could think of nothing to say, and Rudy drove in a moody silence, a scowl marring his handsome features.
His bad mood was by no means improved when they reached the flat and Sojo, who had apparently seen the car draw up, opened the door.
Finding that Charlotte and he wouldn’t be alone after all came as a nasty shock. Though so far everything had gone wrong, he’d been cherishing high hopes that a kiss-and-make-up situation might be just what was needed to get her into bed.
Now, seething with rage and disappointment, he realised that all his hopes were undoubtedly dashed and, after battling to come tonight, he’d be no further forward in his plans for Charlotte.
It was only too obvious from his expression how he felt, and Charlotte found herself wishing that she had never invited him back.
At that point, if he’d announced his intention of going, she would have made no attempt to stop him. But as he continued to stand there staring resentfully at Sojo, she took a deep breath and introduced them.
‘Hi! Pleased to meet you,’ the blonde said with casual cheerfulness. ‘Come on in.’
‘Rudy’s staying to eat with us,’ Charlotte explained as they went inside.
Looking horrified, the other girl protested, ‘I know it’s my turn to get supper, but I do hope you’re not expecting me to cook?’
‘No. I’ve already volunteered.’
Taking Rudy’s coat, Sojo hung it on the rack and, ushering him towards the couch, told him, ‘Which is just as well if you want to stay on friendly terms with your stomach.’
Plonking herself down beside him, she went on, ‘Cooking is definitely not my strong point. When it’s my turn to get supper we usually have sandwiches or a take-away. It’s Charlotte provides all the culinary delights. So what have we to look forward to, chef?’
‘Will a quick paella do?’
‘Wonderful!’