Sophisticated Seduction

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‘That’s horrible,’ she protested, unthinkingly dropping gracefully to her knees, her back straight, and beginning to pour his coffee, causing Nicholas to shoot her a startled look from beneath thick black eyelashes.

‘It’s about as much revenge as anyone can realistically hope for,’ he asserted.

‘I don’t want revenge,’ she insisted angrily. ‘I wouldn’t want someone to—to suffer over me the way I… Or over someone else either. I wouldn’t wish it on anyone.’

‘You’re unbelievable!’ Nicholas was insultingly astonished. ‘Come on, Bridget, it’s unnatural not to want whoever has broken your heart to know what it feels like.’

‘He’s never likely to,’ she said in a dry little voice. ‘Milk and sugar?’

He laughed abruptly, startling her, and she lifted her eyes from her task to look at him. They were very close, so close that she could see the texture of his dark skin and the day-old stubble that darkened his jaw and upper lip. Nicholas stared back at her with cynically amused curiosity.

‘You really do believe in the helpless male, don’t you? No one else I know, however good-natured, would be serving me like this, and especially not if they were so furious with me that they weren’t prepared to join me. You’re doing it quite instinctively too, without a thought—’ Nicholas broke off, an irritable expression manifesting itself as he noted her sudden bewilderment. ‘I can assure you that I’m perfectly capable of putting sugar in my coffee and stirring it myself, Bridget.’

She rose with unconscious grace, bewilderment giving way to rage.

‘You’re right, I wasn’t thinking!’ she confirmed acidly, and walked out of the room, the sound of his soft laughter following her.

He quite clearly thought her an absolute idiot, she realised self-consciously, but he had been right in one respect. The instinct to tend to the comfort of others was so deeply ingrained that not even her angry resentment had stopped her doing it. She hadn’t even paused to wonder what she was doing, waiting on him like that, until he had pointed out the incongruity of the action.

Well, in future he could beg her on his knees and she still wouldn’t do a thing for him!

His mockery rankled and she was even more furiously convinced than before that he was the most unfeeling, offensive monster in existence. That was what made that strange pleasure she had taken from the touch of his fingers so shaming.

Bridget was restless that night, but at least there were no tears, mainly because she was too busy resenting Nicholas to spend more than a few minutes thinking about Loris, and then only to reflect that Nicholas was even worse than he was. At least Loris had seemed nice, but Nicholas had started out being offensive, and careless of her feelings, and had kept right on the same way.

Some sound woke her early in the morning, a telephone ringing, she thought, but by the time she was sufficiently awake and orientated to know who and where she was the house was silent and she soon went back to sleep.

When she woke again, she found Sita in the kitchen.

‘I heard your shower running, so your juice and coffee are waiting for you on the veranda, Bridget,’ she told her. ‘Mr Stirling is having his out there too.’

Bridget sighed, wondering what sort of mood she would find him in today, and taking a few seconds to check that no strangely coloured or patterned underwear was showing through her thin cotton dress, which was a deep shade of cream with touches of matching embroidery, calf-length and sleeveless.

But it seemed that it was her face that won her Nicholas’s attention this morning, at least to begin with.

‘You’re one of the few women over twenty I’ve seen who looks good without a scrap of make-up,’ he observed, perhaps meaning it as’ a compliment, but it seemed more likely, considering his reputation, that it was simply habitual for him to notice how a woman looked and comment on it, especially as he went on immediately, ‘My sister rang.’

‘Oh.’ Sinking gracefully into a chair, Bridget gave him a tentative smile, her dark green eyes hopeful. ‘Did she tell you anything?’

‘She did,’ he confirmed grimly. ‘Once she’d got over her horror at finding me here. It seems you’re right. The fool really believes she has fallen in love, and that was the reason for opting out of her Indian trip and sending you in her place—although I have to wonder how much encouragement, not to mention pressure, she had from you. Either way, there’s not much I can do about it at present, as she refused to tell me where she was except that it’s somewhere in the States. She wanted to talk to you, but I told her she’d have to try again later because you were still asleep. She’d got the time-difference slightly wrong, but she was too clever to be trapped into telling me even which time-zone she’s in.’

‘You could have woken me,’ Bridget suggested, betraying a trace of anxiety. ‘She might have had something important to tell me.’

‘Then she could have told me and I’d have passed it on.’

Briefly, Nicholas examined the way she had chosen to wear her hair today, in a single plait pulled to one side and hanging over her shoulder.

‘I’m not one of your relatives. I don’t need you running my life for me.’

Where had this touchy mood suddenly sprung from, making her feel she needed to keep on the defensive or surrender her entire life and personality to his direction?

Nicholas shrugged indolently, unperturbed by her resentment, and Bridget was aware of something tightening within her, in resistance to his forceful personality. He was casually dressed and he looked what she knew him to be—a virile, powerful man accustomed to running people’s lives for them.

‘Virginia seems to think you do.’ His expression had grown inimical. ‘She asked me to… look after you.’

‘She had no right to do that!’ Bridget was indignantly resentful.

‘I can assure you I found the request as unwelcome as you do, but, as I’ve told you, I do intend keeping an eye on you—for Virginia’s sake! I’m not having you messing up her business for her when I know how much it means to her. Incidentally, she also confirmed that you have recently been disappointed in love.’

He gave a quick, sharply derisive smile as he noted how Bridget stiffened, her face paling slightly. ‘Oh, she didn’t go into any embarrassing detail, if that’s what’s worrying you. She was far too busy kidding herself, and trying to kid me, that she was doing you a favour, sending you here; I suppose it was you who planted the idea in her mind in the first place as she so obviously had doubts about it… I’ve never understood why a change of scene is supposed to be a cure for a so-called broken heart. If it’s broken, it’s broken wherever you are, and will mend in its own good time. She hasn’t really got herself convinced, though; both her doubts and her guilt came through. Hence, I imagine, the demand that I look after you. You may have used her idiocy over this man and the excuse of your own broken heart to wangle this trip for yourself, but my sister is using you equally, Bridget.’

‘The way all your family use people,’ she retorted, thinking particularly of the way Loris Stirling had referred to both her and the woman he was expecting to tire of at some stage.

‘Is there something wrong with that?’ Clearly it was all right for Nicholas to criticise his relatives, but no outsider was permitted to do so. ‘If people are stupid enough to let themselves be used?’

‘Why not take advantage?’ she supplemented it for him caustically. ‘Some people aren’t as cynical as—’

‘Some people are just too damned trusting,’ Nicholas corrected her with all the cynicism of which she had been accusing him.

‘Don’t sound so condescending about it,’ Bridget mocked, in a tone of such sizzling rage that she scarcely recognised herself. ‘Where would you be in a world of cynics? If there weren’t people who let themselves be used, you wouldn’t have half the women you’ve got in your life. And what about your success—Stirling Industries?’

Rejection made his expression remote and she felt almost as if he had pushed her away physically.

‘I would never deny the former charge—’

‘Yes, I know, and I should never have said the other bit,’ Bridget rushed in, albeit with a trace of reluctance, her sensitive conscience compelling the admission, although she hated having to back down when he was so arrogantly sure of himself. ‘Your sort of industry is boring to me, but I do read about it and listen, in case I meet someone and have to talk about it, because people feel uncomfortable if you don’t understand, and sometimes they only know one subject… And I know absolutely everyone says it’s things like drive, initiative, integrity and caring about your personnel that have made Stirling Industries so big—built it up. And that was you, wasn’t it? It was a small domestic thing before. I thought your grandfather had started it, but you said he was an engineer out here. Your dad?’

Nicholas was studying her with faint, sardonic incredulity.

‘And his younger brother,’ he added eventually. ‘Oh, they’d probably have extended their activities in time, but the two of them, my mother and aunt with them, were killed when I was eighteen, my younger cousin only eleven, and the other two somewhere in between. The four of them were all on their way to India for a holiday when it happened.’

Then he seemed to dwell on some private irony, staring down into his half-full coffee-cup for a few moments.

Bridget wanted to reach out and touch him. He was so alone, and had been alone since he was eighteen, she suddenly knew intuitively, unable to share in the grief of the other three, Virginia, Loris and Adrian, because he had had to comfort them and take control, of the family and of the business, untimely head of both. But shyness prevented her because they were strangers.

Instead, she started to say, ‘Anyway, I shouldn’t have—’

‘No, you shouldn’t have,’ Nicholas agreed with a harshness she hadn’t heard from him before, but in the next moment he had resumed the interrogative manner with which she was more familiar. ‘What are you doing today?’

‘Not much, today or tomorrow, except that I must pay a courtesy visit to the Embassy. Virginia says she always does. So you can relax, can’t you? I’m not likely to get Ginny’s into any trouble before Monday. That’s when I’m going to Madras to look at cotton.’

‘When I have business appointments, unless I can rearrange them.’ He was frowning. ‘How well do you know your way around Delhi?’

‘A bit,’ Bridget responded cautiously. ‘Mrs Bhandari and Sita have both taken me round a little, and the taxidrivers have been amazingly helpful.’

‘You don’t need to use taxis. I’ll tell Anand to let you have the use of a car and driver.’

‘I don’t—’

‘I want to make sure you know your way about well enough to be safe, so finish your coffee and we’ll go before the day gets too hot,’ Nicholas swept on decisively, ignoring her protest.

‘I don’t need you to do that either,’ Bridget asserted in a stronger voice.

‘As my sister has temporarily lost her senses, that makes her business my responsibility, and that includes ensuring that her employees know what they’re doing,’ he stated decisively.

She regarded him curiously, perception beginning to work. Perhaps he needed someone to bully and direct, with his sister and cousins so far away. After all these years, it must be habitual.

‘Won’t Wanda—?’

‘Wanda can take care of herself. She doesn’t need me. I rang her at her hotel last night to make sure, but I’m seeing her later today anyway.’

‘I can take care of myself. I don’t need you. You and Virginia are both wrong,’ Bridget emphasised tartly. ‘But as you’ve been kind enough to offer to show me around—thank you, Nicholas, I accept.’

He merely laughed at her tone, but Bridget was half regretting her submission. She was subject to a sense of being taken over, sucked into a community in which lives were directed by this man, and where autonomy was smothered and personal will counted for nothing.

‘Then be ready as soon as I’ve finished phoning my cousin Adrian in America.’ Nicholas pushed back his chair and stood up. ‘I don’t suppose Virginia will have been in touch with him, but I’d better check.’

His tone wasn’t quite weary, but he definitely sounded disenchanted, and Bridget stared at him in surprise. He had paused beneath one of the veranda’s ornately carved arches to look out at the morning, or perhaps the lavish expanse of roses, and a stray shaft of sunlight had found his head and was trapped in the darkness of his hair, turning it glossy blue-black—so different from hers, which would have revealed the odd darkly red highlight.

‘Nicholas?’

He turned at the sound of her soft voice and Bridget’s breath caught in her throat as she saw him against the light. He was tall and so dark and—beautiful, a word she had never before associated with his sex, and yet it was true of him and did nothing to detract from his masculinity. But how could it be that she saw him thus, when deep shade obscured his features from her?

‘What is it?’ he questioned her neutrally.

‘Virginia is old. I mean—’ She stopped in confusion because, of course, he was even older.

Nicholas had moved, his face properly visible to her once more, and she saw that he was laughing at her, revealing strong, healthy teeth, white and even.

‘You mean she’s an adult.’

‘I mean she can’t always be your responsibility,’ Bridget persevered. ‘Let her live her own life.’