The Crown Affair (6 page)

‘The complete and utter snake.'

Laura caught her lip between her teeth and frowned. ‘But maybe he did have a point. He kept calling me babe, and not once did I tell him not to even though I hated it.'

‘It used to make me wince.'

‘Me, too.' Laura grimaced. ‘Anyway I've had time to think about it and, you know, I
have
been a bit of a pushover.'

‘Rubbish.'

‘So why do I end up giving the old people in the village lifts left, right and centre?'

‘Because you're a nice person.'

‘Huh.' Laura frowned. ‘I have a backbone of rubber. Well, not any more.'

‘So what's the plan?'

‘I've already put it into action.'

‘So I can see.'

‘Not that,' she said, batting back a blush. ‘The minute I moved to the country I enrolled on an assertiveness course.'

Kate's eyebrows shot up. ‘Wow.'

‘I know.' Laura nodded. ‘We learned to Embrace Confrontation, Say No With Confidence and to Go For What
You
Want.'

‘So you embraced confrontation and went for the afternoon of hot sex that you wanted.'

‘Quite.' Something kicked in the pit of her stomach.

Kate grinned. ‘I can't imagine there was a whole lot of saying no, either with confidence or without it.'

‘Not a lot.' Just rather a lot of breathy yeses.

‘Well, I'm not sure about the rest of it, but that's one way to get a lousy ex out of your system.'

‘That's what I thought.'

Kate tilted her head and looked at Laura with something resembling admiration. ‘Reckless. Totally out of character. I like it.'

Laura felt a shiver run down her spine. ‘So did I.' She nibbled on her lip and frowned. Up until the point she'd panicked and fled. That had been cowardly.

‘I'm so envious.' Kate sighed. ‘Remind me why you aren't going to see him again.'

Laura shrugged. ‘It wasn't like that. The temporariness of it was what was so appealing.' Well, one of the things. ‘We didn't exchange numbers.'

‘I'm sure he'd be in the phone book. Have you Googled him?'

‘Of course not.' She hadn't given in to the temptation yet and she didn't intend to.

‘Why not?'

‘I don't want to see him again.'

‘That's nuts. Great sex isn't something to be dismissed lightly.'

‘It hasn't changed anything,' said Laura firmly, before she started agreeing with Kate and waving goodbye to all her good intentions. ‘I'm still off men. And I need another relationship like I need a hole in the head.'

‘But you're always in a relationship.' Kate frowned.

‘Exactly. And look what happens. I get smothered. I lose sense of my own identity and allow myself to get walked all over. And ultimately get hurt.' She shrugged. ‘I've had enough.'

‘Well, I think you're mad.' Kate sniffed.

Laura smiled. ‘Actually I've never felt saner in my life. Which is just as well if I'm going to get this job. Now, let's have pudding.'

H
E'D
been right about those damn hot pants, thought Matt grimly, glancing at his watch and noting he had five minutes before his meeting with the finance minister to discuss exactly how deep the corruption that had burrowed into pretty much every governmental department went.

They
did
haunt his dreams. As, to his intense irritation, did Laura.

It was bad enough that the minute he crashed into bed there she was, her hair fanning out over his cushions, her eyes shimmering and glazed with desire as she stared up at him and saying ‘more' and ‘please' in that breathy desperate way she had.

It was bad enough that he woke up pretty much every morning, aching and throbbing and twitching with desire.

But what was really driving him nuts was the lack of control he seemed to have over his thoughts while he was awake.

She kept popping up, shooting smouldering smiles at him, and the memory of the way she'd exploded and shuddered in his arms would slam into his head and his train of thought would derail and his body would react with annoying inevitability.

Like now.

Feeling uncomfortably hot and growing painfully hard, Matt scowled, got up and stalked over to the window.

Quite why Laura should be taking up so much of his head space when she'd been just a one-night stand and when he had plenty of other things to occupy his mind was baffling.

OK, so the way she'd run off like that had hardly been flattering but it wasn't as if he'd intended on seeing her again, was it? She clearly had issues and that wasn't his problem. And yes, the sex had been incredible, but it had been three weeks ago. He really ought to have got over it by now.

Matt threw open the window and inhaled deeply. He'd have liked a nice icy blast of around minus five to relieve the hot achiness of his body. But unfortunately Sassania was in the Mediterranean not the Baltic, and this being early summer all that drifted in through the window was a soft balmy breeze.

Stifling a groan of frustration, he yanked open the top buttons of his shirt and made a mental note to get someone to investigate the air-conditioning options. Then at least he'd be able to control the temperature, if nothing else.

He was just about to turn back to grab his laptop and head off to his meeting when he heard the rap of heels on stone and caught a movement out of the corner of his eye.

Something, he had no idea what, made him pause. Made him train his focus on the woman walking across the patio.

For some reason his breathing faltered. The floor beneath his feet lurched. His pulse jumped. She was
walking away from him, and he couldn't be sure, but that looked just like Laura.

Matt blinked and gave his head a quick shake. No. That was nuts. It couldn't be Laura. Because what would she be doing in
his
palace on
his
island? It was his feverish imagination working overtime, that was all. Lack of sleep, too, probably. And this damn stifling heat.

Nevertheless something about the way she moved had his eyes narrowing and awareness prickling his skin. Maybe it was the graceful sway of her hips. Or maybe it was the way she suddenly reached up to tuck a lock of hair behind her ear. She might be wearing a nifty little suit instead of a T-shirt and hot pants, but those curves looked very familiar.

As she stopped and turned to say something to the security guard accompanying her Matt caught a glimpse of her face and any lingering doubt fled.

His head swam for a second. His heart pounded. Hell. It
was
Laura.

He ran a hand over his face. Rubbed his eye and pinched the bridge of his nose. Then frowned.

What on earth was she doing here?

Had she come to apologise?

Had she decided she wanted more than just a one-night stand?

Or had she come to see what she could get out of their brief liaison?

She wouldn't be the first, Matt thought, his mouth twisting into a cynical smile as he shoved his hands in his pockets and watched her gazing at the pillars and arches of the colonnades that surrounded the patio.

Several of the women he'd known in the past had got in touch to suggest that if he was ever on the lookout
for a queen they'd be more than happy to occupy the position. And more than willing to provide heirs.

If Matt could have been bothered to reply he'd have told them they were wasting their time. Marriage and children did not feature on his agenda. He'd been engaged once and look what a disaster that had been. No. His jaw tightened. He wasn't even cut out for a relationship, let alone anything more, so anyone who hoped otherwise could think again.

But if any of his suspicions were correct about Laura's presence on Sassania, why hadn't she asked to be led straight to him? Why was she now shaking the hand of his culture minister?

Matt frowned as his mind raced. Then the brief conversation he'd had with Giuseppe Ragazzi about the state of the country's public buildings and the urgent need to restore them flashed into his head and realisation dawned.

Oh, damn. His heart sank. Laura was here for the job.

With the arrest of the former president on his mind at the time, he'd agreed to the request to hire an architect without really thinking about it. Now, he thought, his jaw tightening, he ought to have paid more attention. Imposed certain conditions, at the very least. Such as not engaging the services of one Laura Mackenzie.

No way could she be given the job. If she got the job she'd be there. In the palace. All the time. Screwing up his concentration and messing with his head. What with everything else going on, he did
not
need that kind of complication.

 

Laura held her breath. She'd done everything she could. She'd answered all the questions she'd been asked confi
dently and correctly. Outlined the vision she had for Sassania's public buildings. Talked passionately about the career she loved, and clarified the reasons for her redundancy.

Now she was waiting on tenterhooks while Signore Ragazzi flicked through her portfolio with agonising thoroughness.

She wanted this job so badly. Apart from the fact that the idea of working on something she'd drooled over at college made her chest squeeze with excitement, it was such a prestigious project.

If she got it, she'd be made. Her battered professional pride would recover and she'd have her pick of jobs. Her former employers would read the sensational series of articles she'd write for
Architecture Tomorrow
and shake their heads at their stupidity in getting rid of her quite so speedily.

But if she didn't… Where would that leave her?

The worries she'd managed to keep at bay crept into her head. What if Signore Ragazzi didn't like her work? What if they'd had thousands of other applicants, all of whom had more and better experience than she did? What if she wasn't up to the job? What if—?

Oh, for goodness' sake. Releasing her breath before she passed out, Laura gave herself a quick shake and pulled herself together. What was the point of working herself up into a state? She'd take whatever decision he came to graciously and professionally, and face the consequences later.

Nevertheless when Signore Ragazzi closed her portfolio and looked up, she had to sit on her hands to stop them from whipping up and covering her eyes. Which was a good thing because if she'd had her eyes covered
she wouldn't have been able to see the wide smile he gave her.

Hope flared in her heart and her ears buzzed. Surely he wouldn't be smiling like that if he was going to say thanks but no thanks.

‘Signorina Mackenzie,' he said, and her breath caught. ‘I'm delighted to inform you that you have the job.'

The words took a couple of seconds to register. But when they did Laura felt like punching the air. Would it be completely inappropriate if she hurdled the desk, leapt into his lap and gave him a big kiss? Hmm. Perhaps. Just a little. Instead she settled for a grin. ‘I do?'

He smiled and nodded. ‘You do.'

A bubble of delight began to bounce round inside her. ‘That's fantastic,' she said, thinking that was quite an understatement.

He opened a drawer and extracted a sheaf of papers. ‘We think so. To be honest, you're the only person we've called in for an interview, so the outcome has never been in doubt. The only obstacle we had foreseen would have been your lack of availability.'

He pushed the document across the desk and Laura glanced down at it, faintly stunned. ‘Oh.'

‘I've seen your work before. The Church of St Mary the Virgin?' She managed a nod. ‘I particularly liked your sense of balance.'

Crikey. She'd never felt less balanced. ‘I'm so glad,' she murmured.

‘We'd like to begin with the palace.'

‘Of course.' Excitement clutched at her stomach. She'd studied every fabulous inch of the palace. Pored over photos and reports. Salivated over the flying buttresses and crumbling gargoyles and idolised every one of the six thousand windows. No amount of books and
papers could get across the smell of the place, the vitality of the stone and the feel of the warm breeze on her skin when she'd stood outside the gate, the same warm breeze that must have caressed these walls for centuries. Walls that were now crumbling and collapsing.

‘When would you be able to begin?'

Right now would be fine with her. Or would that seem a little desperate? Not to mention totally impractical. She'd come with only her passport and her toothbrush. She was going to need a lot more than that. ‘In a week?'

‘Excellent.' He beamed at her. ‘I'll arrange for a suite to be made up for you.'

‘Thank you.'

‘If you'll just sign here…'

He handed her a pen and Laura felt thrills scurrying through her. She'd done it. She'd actually done it.

Well, of course she had, she told herself as she floated back down to reality and worked her way through the contract. Her personal life might be a bit of a disaster, but she'd always been good at her job.

‘Will you excuse me?' said Signore Ragazzi, cutting across her musings and picking up the phone, which had just started to ring.

He could strip and dance round his desk naked if he felt like it, Laura thought, finally getting to the last page and signing on the dotted line. She was busy wondering where would be the best place to start. The public rooms undoubtedly. Then the private areas. The gardens… Oh, the possibilities were endless and she lost herself in them.

It was only when she heard her own name that her ears pricked.

‘Yes, sir. Signorina Mackenzie has just accepted the position.'

Laura's heart swelled with pride. She'd do the best job she could. Achieve the sort of result people would talk about for years, long after she left. After centuries of decline the palace deserved it. After all she'd been through,
she
deserved it.

‘Oh.' At the tone of his voice for some reason her nerve endings tensed. ‘I'm afraid I can't retract the offer, sir.' His voice dropped. ‘She's just signed the contract.'

Laura snapped her head up and stared at him. Someone wanted him to retract the offer? No, that couldn't be possible.

Signore Ragazzi fell silent, went red and swivelled round in his chair so she couldn't see him. ‘Nor can I rip it up,' he added, his voice now dropping so low she had to strain to listen.

Rip it up? Who the hell was that on the other end of the line, and why did they not want her to have the job? What had she done to cause such offence? Had there been some sort of mistake and the job already been given to someone else? Laura's chest squeezed at the thought that she might have had her dream snatched from her at the very last minute.

‘No, sir… Yes, sir… I'll see to it immediately.'

Signore Ragazzi swivelled back and gave her a smile too bright to be genuine.

Laura clasped her hands together in her lap to stop them from flapping. ‘Is there a problem?' she asked, bracing herself for the answer to be yes and for him to laugh and tell her it was all just one big joke.

‘No, no,' he said, gathering up the contract she'd just
signed in an effort, she suspected, to avoid eye contact. ‘Just one more tiny formality.'

‘Oh.'

He smoothed his hair, pushed his chair back and got up and indicated that she should do the same. ‘If you wouldn't mind coming with me…'

‘Of course,' Laura murmured, her heart beginning to thud. What on earth was going on?

The feeling of trepidation as she followed Signore Ragazzi didn't abate. In fact it swelled to such proportions that she barely noticed the busts on pedestals lining the corridor. Or the old masters hanging on the walls. The only thing hammering at her brain was that something didn't feel right.

Signore Ragazzi stopped in front of a pair of huge gilded doors and knocked. Laura's heart banged with consternation.

‘Come in.'

At the sound of the voice from deep within, all the hairs at the back of her neck leapt up and her stomach clenched.

Something
wasn't
right.

Because if it hadn't been utterly impossible, she'd have sworn that that was Matt's voice coming from the room.

But it couldn't be Matt because that would be crazy. What would he be doing here?

No, Laura told herself, pulling her shoulders back, going through the doors that Signore Ragazzi held open and entering the room. First she'd thought she'd seen him in that restaurant in London. Now she imagined he was here? Hah. This was precisely why she'd vowed to have nothing whatsoever to do with men. They messed up your head. She was far better off sticking to inanimate
objects like the crumbling cornice and the chipped reliefs that adorned this room.

Wow, she thought, her alarm momentarily vanishing as she looked up at the ceiling. Faded and dilapidated it might be, but it was still a magnificent room. And, she noted, letting her gaze drop and scan the space, an empty one. She hadn't noticed Signore Ragazzi melt away. Perhaps she'd imagined that ‘come in', too.