Innocent in His Diamonds (8 page)

She frowned and drew closer, those long, shapely legs capturing his attention as she moved, bringing a seductive scent that instantly surrounded him. A few feet away she stopped, doe eyes wide and alluring.

‘What's really going on, Bastien?'

‘Why do you insist on using my name when I've made it clear it's off-limits?'

She flinched and the band around his chest tightened.

Hell...

‘Because, despite those horrid vibes you give out, I still want to remain civil.' An intimate smile curved her perfect, pouting lips.

Lust rose to mingle with anger. Bastien wanted to reach for her, demonstrate his ire in unmistakably graphic terms. Instead he reached behind him, grabbed the bottle, poured another measure of cognac and raised the glass to his lips.

‘I don't need your civility, Miss Duval. But if you carry on like this I may well take you up on the invitation you keep issuing. Maybe that will get you from underneath my skin once and for all.'

CHAPTER FIVE

S
EVERAL
IMAGES
FLASHED
across her brain, each one more graphic than the last. Furiously, she tried to blink them away, praying that the fire spiralling upwards from her belly wouldn't engulf her whole body.

He took his time swirling his drink, savouring a taste of the amber liquid, before he quirked one amused eyebrow at her. ‘Nothing to say?'

‘It's not going to work.'

That stopped him. ‘Excuse me?'

‘No matter how much you try to rile me, it's not going to work.'

‘
Mon Dieu
, you're as stubborn as you were when you were eight years old.'

She nodded. ‘And you've become an expert at hiding your feelings—albeit under a veneer of brusqueness that grates, but I see right through you.'

He slammed the glass down, stalked to where she stood and glared down at her. ‘What exactly do you think you see?'

Ana fought the urge to caress that tight jaw. ‘After all this time you're still hurting. And don't bother denying it. You don't speak to your father unless you absolutely have to. I heard one of your board members ask you how he was doing when I came into the room. You shut him down. You blame your father for what happened too, don't you?'

‘Of
course
I blame him!' he shouted. ‘Do you think I should just forgive him for what he did?'

‘I think you need to find a way to put it behind you so it doesn't consume you like this.'

He laughed, the sound like chips of ice being crunched underfoot. ‘How very Zen of you. Have you done the same with your mother?'

Ana sucked in a painful breath. ‘I've tried. She refuses to admit she did anything wrong.'

‘And yet you still entertain her in your life—even employ her as your manager? Would I be wrong in thinking that on some level you're okay with what she did?'

She flinched. ‘Yes, you would be!'

‘Then what are you doing about it?' he challenged.

About to speak, she froze, unprepared for the slap of realisation that she'd lived with her mother's behaviour for so long she did silently accept it. ‘I don't claim to have all the answers, but I know cutting your father off isn't one of them.'

‘You're right—you don't have the answers. So don't throw stones. And do
not
speak to me about what happened sixteen years ago. As of now, that subject is closed.' His voice was taut with suppressed anger.

Whirling away, he strode to the window. His tense shoulders bunched as he slid both hands into his trouser pockets. Dappled sunlight framed his head in a golden halo. Ana stared, astounded by her inability to stop looking at him. But this time she saw past it to the hurt boy beneath. And her heart broke for him.

‘How can it be when it colours everything you do?'

A breath shuddered out of him. ‘
Mon Dieu
, Ana, I'm trying. Just let it go. Please.'

She swallowed hard and blinked back threatening tears. ‘Okay, I'll let it go. For now.'

After several minutes he turned. ‘Your little stunt with the newspaper has paid off. I suggest you focus on what happens next.'

‘What does that mean?'

‘It means I'm relocating the ad campaign here,' he said.

‘What?' Surprise jerked through her. ‘Why? The venue in Scotland has been arranged and it's all set to go.'

‘Since my presence is required where
you
are, I'd rather stay in a place where I can be guaranteed there won't be a repeat of any suggestive newspaper articles. There's very little press intrusion in Switzerland.'

‘So for the next three weeks I'm your prisoner?'

His eyebrows rose. ‘You'd rather return to London and feed more stories to the papers?'

‘I want to go home.'

Despite reassuring herself that she could control her feelings around him, her every instinct protested against spending any more time in Bastien's disturbing company. The last shoot had overrun a whole week. If the pattern repeated itself she could be here for a long time, perhaps even until her trial. Here with this man who couldn't fail to elicit intense, dangerous emotions from her.

‘That's not going to happen.'

Anger exploded inside her. ‘You can't do this!'

Her outburst brought a frown. ‘I'm willing to concede that the article may have helped save my company, Miss Duval, but I won't be giving the press any more fodder for their gossip rags.'

‘Seriously—would you stop with the
Miss Duval
nonsense? It sounds ridiculous, considering we've...' Ana faltered. Had she seriously been about to invite him to call her by her first name because they'd had their hands all over each other not once but twice in the last twenty-four hours?

She'd truly lost her mind.

‘Considering we've what? Been intimate?'

‘What happened between us wasn't
intimacy
,' she denied through stiff lips.

A grim parody of a smile curved his lips. ‘I agree. It was undeniably primal, and irritating as hell, but it was not intimacy.'

Somewhere deep inside her something cracked. Something she hadn't even known existed. ‘No, it wasn't.'

He gave her a quizzical glance before striding to his desk. He reached for a leather-bound file. ‘I'm glad we're agreed. Tatiana will get the driver to take you back to the hotel. Be ready to leave at six.'

‘Leave? Where are we going?' she asked.

‘My château. That's where the shoot is now taking place. We'll stay there until it's wrapped. Oh, and Ana?'

‘Yes?'

‘I'm trusting you not to do anything foolish like attempt to leave.'

‘I'm so honoured by your trust,' she returned sarcastically.

His sensual mouth compressed and he sat down, reached for his phone and swung his chair towards the window.

Ana felt as though she'd been released from the heady power of a vortex. Yet the relief she craved was absurdly missing. Surely she couldn't
want
to lock horns with Bastien?

Irritated with herself, she retrieved her bag and left his office, ignoring the hypnotic husk of his voice as he conversed in flawless French.

‘Are you ready to leave?' Tatiana's smile oozed enviable confidence.

Forcing herself to focus, Ana nodded. ‘Yes, thank you.'

* * *

Back in her hotel suite, Ana threw down her handbag and pulled the pins from her hair. It seemed a lifetime ago when she'd left here, fearing the worst. The axe hadn't fallen as she'd expected, yet her instincts warned that she faced a darker threat.

She hated the idea that she had to remain in Switzerland, but she silently conceded that Bastien was right. What good would returning home do aside from setting the paparazzi on her tail again?

Going to the window, she opened the curtain and drank in the view. A towering jet of water shot into the sky from the jetty across the lake, its cascading drops creating breathtaking prisms of light.

Craving a modicum of freedom, she dashed to the bedroom and changed into the clothes she'd worn on the plane. Defiantly, she wore a bra underneath the top this time. The coat covered the worst of the daring slashes and minimised her exposure.

She left the hotel, making sure to keep it in sight at all times. Using the jet of water as her landmark, she walked along the bank, hoping the fresh air would clear her thoughts.

Unbidden, Bastien's face rose into her mind: the haunted look in his eyes when she mentioned what happened sixteen years ago. That he carried baggage from that time was fairly obvious. So did she, after all. But Bastien was lucky. His parents had stayed together. She hadn't been so lucky. Her mother's erratic behaviour and bitter rants had worsened after their winter in Verbier because Bastien's father had returned to his wife.

His family had survived Lily Duval's toxic intrusion. He should be celebrating. She and her father hadn't been so lucky.

Her phone trilled. She seized on it in relief—until she saw the number.

Ana contemplated letting it go to voicemail. But her mother would only call back. Lily didn't like to be ignored.

‘Lily.' Ana had been forbidden from calling her Mother the day she'd turned nine.

‘I see you've landed herself in a bit of a pickle,' her mother drawled in carefully cultivated upper-class tones.

‘I'm fine. Thank you for asking.'

Ana had trained herself long ago not to listen for any softening in her mother's voice but she found herself doing so now, her conversations with Bastien having rubbed at the barrier she'd placed around her heart where her mother was concerned.

‘You're a Duval. Life will knock you down but you have to learn to bounce back,' Lily snapped.

Her heart clenched painfully. Again she thought back to her conversation in Bastien's office and her grip tightened on the phone. Was she being a hypocrite by letting her mother get away with treating her so badly?

‘So your less than loving treatment of me all these years was supposed to teach me a
lesson
?'

Taut silence greeted her daring question, followed by a haughty, ‘I have no idea what you're talking about, dear.'

Another jagged arrow of pain lanced through her. ‘Did you ever stop to think I might need a shoulder to cry on before I took my next lesson?'

Her mother laughed. ‘Even if I wanted to offer a shoulder you'd never take it.'

Ana froze. ‘How would you know, since you've never offered it?'

Again a small pause, before Lily sighed. ‘I may be blind to some things but not to everything, dear. But, be that as it may, I called to offer my advice. If you're thinking of starting anything with Bastien Heidecker I suggest you think twice.'

It took a few seconds to arrange her reeling thoughts. ‘Thank you, but the advice isn't necessary.'

‘That picture in the paper suggests otherwise.'

Ana exhaled sharply at the reminder that her momentary loss of composure was now streaming across the world. ‘I'm not thinking of starting anything with anyone.'

‘That's good. Take it from one who knows: the Heidecker men are ruthless liars. They'll string you along until they get what they want from you, then leave you high and dry.' Unmistakeble bitterness coated her words.

‘So you take no responsibility for what happened sixteen years ago?'

Ana had expected a swift denial, and was shocked when her mother made a quickly veiled sound of distress. ‘Believe it or not, I do.'

Ana halted in surprise. ‘You
do
?'

‘Hindsight is a wonderful thing—so, yes, I wish things had turned out differently. Anyway, the thing to do is look forward.'

Ana closed her eyes. ‘Well, I can't just yet. The past is ruining my life.' She tried for a light-hearted tone despite the vice squeezing her heart.

‘Then don't do as I did. Take the lesson you need from it but don't hang on to it.'

This unexpected morsel of advice made Ana's breath catch. ‘Are you okay?'

‘Of course I am. Or I will be as soon as I find another gig. I've left the show,' she added, her attempt at flippancy not quite hitting the mark.

‘Why? What happened?'

‘The director was a bore. His artistic vision was totally wrong.'

‘The truth, Lily. What really happened?'

Her mother sucked in a shaky breath. ‘He told me he loved me... Of course it turned out to be lies. All lies.'

Against her will, a lump formed in Ana's throat. ‘I see.'

‘You
see
? That's all you have to say?'

‘I can't pretend to be surprised.'

Her mother gave a shocked gasp. ‘I don't know what I was thinking...calling you for support—'

‘Lily, listen to me. You're worth so much more than what you let happen to you. Why don't you take your own advice—?'

‘It's that man, isn't it? Turning you against me!'

‘Bastien has nothing to do with this.' But his voice echoed at the back of her mind all the same...

‘Well, don't call me when Bastien kicks you to the kerb. Just remember I warned you—all men are bastards.' The line went dead.

Not all men... Some men could be gentle when they chose...could make you feel safe...

A cool mist touched her face. With a start, she realised she'd reached the water jet.

Turning around, she headed back to the hotel, the joy of her walk gone.
Had
she silently condoned her mother's behaviour all this time? Enabled her, even, by continuing to support her just to keep the lines of communication open...the secret hope of a connection?

Her phone rang again. She stared at the number and breathed a sigh of relief.

‘Papá!' She summoned a smile, her world brightening a little.

‘I heard something on the news about you. I'm worried,' he said after they'd exchanged pleasantries.

She bit her lip and quickly summarised what had happened to her, knowing that her father didn't keep up with current affairs on his dig in Colombia but not wanting to risk him finding out anyway.

‘How did this happen, Ana?' he asked in the softly modulated voice that could turn steely when needed.

‘I don't know, but I didn't do it.'

‘
Sí
, I know that,' he said impatiently. ‘But you need to find out who wishes you such harm and deal with it.'

His unequivocal belief in her innocence brought a lump to her throat. Taking a few seconds, she cleared it. ‘I intend to. Um...about the internship...'

‘Make things right in your world. I will make things right here.'

The lump threatened to choke her again. ‘Thank you, Papá.'

She returned to her room, still caught in a cross-current of emotion but forcing herself to shrug it off and deal with her predicament. She might be stuck in Switzerland for the time being, but she wasn't helpless.