Jayne Bauling - Substitute Engagement

There was a collision of glances as she lifted her eyes to the idiosyncratic appeal of his dark face, and for several strangely mindless moments she was quite unable to look away. With her gaze locked to Rob’s like this, she was prey to an odd prickly heat that was more internal than outward.

Then Rob stirred, and she was free, capable of thought again, and putting that heat down to embarrassment. This man knew too much about her; he knew the worst—that another man had rejected her and that she hadn’t taken it as well as dignity demanded.

He was saying tauntingly, ‘Insensitive, if you like, but still capable of much more real feeling than you are, I suspect, which is another reason I doubt whether what Olivier has done has truly left you devasted.’

‘You’re so clever, aren’t you?’ Lucia mocked, discovering that she didn’t want Thierry to be a subject in this exchange—didn’t want to talk or think about him ever again. ‘Able to sum people up at a glance. Wouldn’t it be nice if we could all do that instead of having to work at understanding people and then usually getting it wrong and being disappointed?’

‘It didn’t even take a glance,’ he claimed with outrageous arrogance. ‘I knew that about you before I set eyes on you…What have you got there?’

He was looking at her hands, which she held in front of her, the tense fingers playing nervously with the humble black and white shell she had picked up. Reluctantly she uncurled them to show him.

‘It’s a kind of periwinkle,’ she vouchsafed.

‘I know.’ He sounded slightly surprised. ‘No cowries this morning? They are usually a lot—unbroken too.’

He indicated the wavy, shining line where the sea had strewn its haphazard bounty, and Lucia shrugged self-consciously.

‘Yes, I saw a few, but I used to call these luckies when I was small. I don’t know where the idea came from; my mother probably. She used to tease my father by refusing to call things by their correct names…’ Falling silent momentarily, she threw a defiant little smile up at him. ‘Well, I need some luck, don’t you think?’

Rob didn’t respond immediately, scrutinising her upturned face reflectively before laughing. ‘That’s not a very scientific attitude, considering what you are.’ The amusement receded. ‘But we’re both out of luck, Lucia. My sister wasn’t exactly happy about your arrival, especially as Olivier is still so defensively vague about you.

‘I did some deliberate misleading to the effect that by some impossible coincidence I’d met you in South Africa and we’d been attracted, so I don’t want her getting hold of any idea that you might be languishing after Olivier or planning to win him back…So you and I are going to have to be seen to spend some time in each other’s company while we’re both here. The occasional meal together should do it.’

‘Do you really expect me to care about your sister’s feelings?’ Lucia demanded indignantly. ‘Forget it, Rob! I wasn’t thinking properly yesterday, when I went along with that ridiculous fiction, but I want nothing more to do with it. I don’t need it!’

‘Are you sure of that?’ he returned smoothly. ‘You care about what people think of you or you wouldn’t have made use of the face-saver I offered you for as much as a minute. You didn’t want people knowing your pride was hurt. But this isn’t for you; it’s for Nadine—’

‘No way—’

‘Wait until I’ve finished, please,’ he cut in, hard-faced now. ‘I’m not wasting time using persuasion on someone as cussed as you, so here’s the deal: I’ve said I don’t interfere with the hiring and firing at my hotels, but in this case I’m willing to break my rule because I have a personal interest in doing so. Play this thing out, and properly—no giving the game away—or I will instruct Chester Watson to think again about the position he has for you.’

Lucia shot him a furiously resentful glance but remained silent, her fingers busy with the shell again. This was blackmail, and the thought of giving in to it made her blood boil, but did she have any choice? She needed a job, and urgently. Chester Watson thought that he had one for her here. Looking elsewhere might take time that she couldn’t afford. So she couldn’t afford pride either. She had to be practical.

‘Couldn’t you have thought of something that didn’t involve our having to spend time together?’ she asked resentfully, leaving her submission merely implied, since there was always the possibility that she might yet find a way of thwarting him.

‘Something involving less intimacy? I wish!’ he admitted feelingly. ‘But what? Anyway, it’s too late to change our story now.’

‘And the whole thing is full of pitfalls,’ she went on critically. ‘Think of all the traps waiting for us, especially as we don’t know a thing about each other-even if you do believe you’ve got me taped. I don’t even know when you were in Johannesburg.’

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