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ĎPerhaps you wonít be in such a hurry to leave if I tell you that I have a deal in mind that Iíd like to talk to you about? A deal that would benefit your father as well as yourself,í Ludo asserted calmly.
Riveted, Natalie immediately pulled her hand away from the brass doorknob and turned to face him.
ĎWhat kind of a deal?í
Pacing a little to help arrange his thoughts, Ludo took his time in answering. He stopped pacing to settle his gaze on the beautiful inquisitive face in front of him.
ĎI will increase what I paid for your fatherís business by half the amount again if you agree to come with me to Greece and play the role of my fianc?e.í
Natalie turned as still as a statue, her stunned expression suggesting she wasnít entirely sure sheíd heard him right. She moved across the room to a burgundy-coloured wing-backed armchair and slowly sank down into it.
When she glanced up again to meet his eyes Ludo experienced a private moment of undeniable triumph, because he suddenly knew she was going to give in to his offer.
About the Author
The day MAGGIE COX saw the film version of Wuthering Heights, with a beautiful Merle Oberon and a very handsome Laurence Olivier, was the day she became hooked on romance. From that day onwards she spent a lot of time dreaming up her own romances, secretly hoping that one day she might become published and get paid for doing what she loved most! Now that her dream is being realised, she wakes up every morning and counts her blessings. She is married to a gorgeous man, and is the mother of two wonderful sons. Her two other great passions in lifeóbesides her family and reading/writingóare music and films.
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WHAT HIS MONEY CANíT HIDE
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In Petrakisís Power
Having just dropped down into her seat after a mad dash to catch the train, flustered and hot, Natalie Carr delved into her voluminous red leather bag and unzipped an inside compartment to retrieve her ticket. The discovery that it was nowhere to be seen was akin to the jolting shock of tumbling down an entire flight of stairs. With her heartbeat hammering in her chest, she raised her head to proffer an apologetic smile to the guard.
ĎSorry Ö I know itís here somewhere Öí
But it wasnít. Desperately trying to recall her lastminute trip to the ladiesí before running onto the platform to catch the train, she had a horrible feeling that after checking her seat number sheíd left the ticket, in its official first-class sleeve, on the glass shelf beneath the mirror, when sheíd paused to retouch her lipstick.
Feeling slightly queasy as a further search through her bag failed to yield it, she exhaled a frustrated sigh.
ĎIím afraid it looks like Iíve lost my ticket. I stopped off at the ladiesí just before boarding the train and I think I might have accidentally left it in there. If the train werenít already moving Iíd go back and look for it.í
ĎIím sorry, miss, but Iím afraid that unless you pay for another ticket youíll have to get off at the next stop. Youíll also have to pay for the fare there.í
The officious tone used by the florid and grey-haired train guard conveyed unequivocally that he wouldnít be open to any pleas for understanding. Natalie wished that sheíd had the presence of mind to bring some extra cash with her, but she hadnít. Her father had sent her the ticket out of the blue, along with an unsettling note that had practically begged her not to Ďdesert himí in his Ďhour of needí, and it had sent her into a spin. Consequently, sheíd absent-mindedly grabbed a purse that contained only some loose change instead of the wallet that housed her credit card.
ĎBut I canít get off at the next stop. Itís very important that I get to London today. Could you take my name and address and let me send you the money for the ticket when I get back home?í
ĎIím afraid itís company policy thatóí
ĎIíll pay for the ladyís ticket. Was it a return?í
For the first time she noticed the only other passenger in the compartment. He was sitting in a seat at a table on the opposite side of the aisle. Even though sheíd flown into a panic at losing her ticket, she couldnít believe she hadnít noticed him straight away. If the arresting scent of his expensive cologne didnít immediately distinguish him as a man of substantial means and impeccable good taste, the flawless dark grey pinstriped suit that looked as if it came straight out of an Armani showroom certainly did.
Even without those compelling assets, his appearance was striking. Along with blond hair that had a fetching kink in it, skin that was sun-kissed and golden, and light sapphire eyes that could surely corner the market in sizzling intensity, a dimple in his chin set a provocative seal on the manís undoubted sex appeal. Staring back into that sculpted visage was like having a private viewing of the most sublime portrait by one of the great masters.
A wave of heat that felt shockingly and disturbingly intimate made Natalie clench every muscle in her body. If she hadnít already been on her guard, she certainly was now. She didnít know this man from Adam, or his motive for offering to pay for her ticket, and she quickly reminded herself that the newspapers were full of stomach-churning stories about gullible women being duped by supposedly Ďrespectableí men.
ĎThatís a very kind offer but I couldnít possibly accept it Ö I donít even know you.í
In a cultured voice, with a trace of an accent she couldnít quite place, the stranger replied, ĎLet me get the matter of a replacement ticket out of the way. Then I will introduce myself.í
ĎBut I canít let you pay for my ticket Ö I really canít.í
ĎYou have already stated that it is very important you get to London today. Is it wise to refuse help when it is offered?í
There was no doubt she was in a fix and the handsome stranger knew it. But Natalie still resisted. ĎYes, I do need to get to London. But you donít know me and I donít know you.í
ĎYou are wary of trusting me, perhaps?í
His somewhat amused smile made her feel even more gauche than she felt already.
ĎDo you want a ticket or not, madam?í The guard was understandably exasperated with her procrastination.
ĎI donít think Ióí
ĎThe lady would most definitely like a ticket. Thank you,í the stranger immediately interjected.
Her protest had clearly landed on deaf ears. Not only did he have the chiselled good looks of a modern-day Adonis, the timbre of the manís voice was like burnished oakósmoky, compelling, and undeniably sexy. Natalie found her previous resolve to be careful dangerously weakening.
ĎOkay Ö if youíre sure?í
Her need to get to London was paramount, and it overrode her reservations. Besides, her instinct told her the man was being utterly genuine and didnít pose any kind of threat. She prayed it was a good instinct. Meanwhile the train guard was staring at them in obvious bewilderment, as though wondering why this handsome, well-heeled male passenger would insist on paying for a complete strangerís ticket. After all, with her bohemian clothing, casually dried long brown hair with now fading blonde highlights, and not much make-up to speak of, she knew she wasnít the kind of Ďhigh-maintenanceí woman who would attract a man as well-groomed and wealthy as the golden-haired male sitting opposite her. But if the smoky-coloured pencil sheíd used to underline her big grey eyes with helped create the illusion that she was more attractive than she was, then at that moment Natalie was grateful for the ruse. For she knew she had no choice but to accept the manís kindness. It was vital that she met up with her dad.
She could hardly shake the memory of his distressed tone when sheíd rung him to confirm that sheíd received the train ticket and once again heíd reiterated his urgent need to see her. It was so unlike him to admit to a human need, and it suggested he was just as fallible and fragile as anyone elseóshe had guessed all along that he was. Once, long ago, she had heard her mother angrily accuse him of being incapable of loving or needing anyone. His business and the drive to expand his bank account was the real love of his life, sheíd cried, and Natalie didnít doubt his obsessive single-mindedness had been a huge factor in their break-up.
When, after their divorce, her mother made the decision to return to Hampshire, where she had spent much of her youth, Natalie, then sixteen, had elected to go with her. As much as sheíd loved her dad, and known him to be charming and affable, Natalie had also known he was far too unreliable and unpredictable to share a home with. But in recent years, after visiting him as often as she could manage, sheíd become convinced that in his heart he knew money was no substitute for not having someone he loved close by.
From time to time sheíd seen loneliness and regret in his eyes at being separated from his family. His tendency to try to compensate for the pain it caused him by regularly entertaining the company of young attractive women was clearly not helping to make him any happier. Several of her visits over the past two years had confirmed that. He seemed disgruntled with everything Ö even the phenomenally successful chain of small bijou hotels that had made him his fortune.
ĎI just need a single,í she told the arresting stranger, who didnít seem remotely perturbed that sheíd taken so long to make up her mind about whether to accept his offer or not. ĎAnd it doesnít have to be in first class. My dad sent me the ticket, but Iím quite happy to travel as I usually do in second.í
She couldnít disguise her awkwardness and embarrassment as she watched the man hand his credit card over to the guard. She felt even more awkward when he deliberately ignored her assertion and went ahead and requested a first-class ticket. Natalie hoped to God he believed her explanation about her dad sending her the ticket. After all, she was sure she didnít resemble a typical first-class passenger.
Trust her dad to unwittingly add to her discomfort by making such a needlessly overblown gesture. He always travelled first class himself, which was why heíd automatically paid for his daughter to do the same. Now she really wished he hadnít.
When the satisfied train guard had sorted out the necessary ticket, then wished them both an enjoyable journey, the impeccably dressed stranger handed it over to her and smiled. Natalie was very glad that the compartment was occupied by just the two of them right then, because if anyone else had witnessed the manís astonishing act of chivalry she would have wanted the floor to open up and swallow her.
Accepting the ticket as her face flooded with heat, she prayed her see-sawing emotions would very soon calm down. ĎThis is so kind of you Ö thank you Ö thank you so much.í
ĎIt is my pleasure.í
ĎWill you write down your name and address for me so that I can send you what I owe you?í She was already rummaging in her voluminous red leather tote for a pen and notepad.
ĎWe will have plenty of time for that. Why donít we sort it out when we get to London?í
Lost for words, and somewhat exhausted by her growing tension, Natalie lowered her bag onto the seat next to her by the window and exhaled a heavy sigh.
With a disarming smile, her companion suggested, ĎWhy donít we help ease any awkwardness between us by introducing ourselves?í
ĎAll right, then. My name is Natalie.í
It was a mystery to her why she didnít give him her full name. The thought that it was because she was momentarily dazzled by his good looks hardly pleased her. What did she think she was playing at? How often had she groaned at a friend who seemed to lose every ounce of common sense whenever a fit, handsome man engaged her in conversation and became convinced he must think her the most beautiful girl in the world? Such embarrassing silliness was not for her. Sheíd rather stay single for the rest of her natural life than delude herself that she was something that she wasnít Ö
ĎAnd I am Ludovic Ö but my family and friends call me Ludo.í
She frowned, ĎLudovic? How unusual.í
ĎItís a family name.í Beneath his immaculate tailoring the fair-haired Adonisís broad shoulders lifted and fell as if the matter was of little concern. ĎAnd Natalie? Is that a name you inherited?í
ĎNo. Actually, it was the name of my mumís best friend at school. She sadly died when she was a teenager and my mum called me Natalie as a tribute to her.í
ĎThat was a nice gesture. If you donít mind my saying, thereís something about you that suggests you are not wholly English Ö am I right?í
ĎIím half-Greek. My mother was born and raised in Crete, although when she was seventeen she came to the UK to work.í
ĎWhat about your father?í
ĎHeís English Ö from London.í
The enigmatic Ludo raised an amused sandy-coloured eyebrow. ĎSo you have the heat of the Mediterranean in your blood, along with the icy temperatures of the Thames? How intriguing.í
ĎThatís certainly a novel way of putting it.í Struggling hard not to display her pique at the comment, and wondering at the same time how she could convey without offending him that she really craved some quiet time to herself before reaching London, Natalie frowned.
ĎI see I have offended you,í her enigmatic fellow passenger murmured, low-voiced. ĎForgive me. That was definitely not my intention.í
ĎNot at all. I justóI just have a lot of thinking to do before my meeting.í
ĎThis meeting in London is work-related?í
Her lips briefly curved in a smile. ĎI told you that my dad sent me the train ticket? Well, Iím going to meet him. I havenít seen him for about three months, and when we last spoke I sensed he was extremely worried about something Ö I just hope itís not his health. Heís already suffered one heart attack as it is.í She shivered at the memory.
ĎIím sorry. Does he live in the city?í
ĎYes Ö he does.í
ĎBut you live in Hampshire?í
ĎYes Ö in a small village called Stillwater with my mum. Do you know it?í
ĎIndeed I do. I have a house thatís about five miles from there in a place called Winter Lake.í
ĎOh!í Winter Lake was known to be one of the most exclusive little enclaves in Hampshire. The locals referred to it as ĎBillionaireís Rowí. Natalieís initial assessment that Ludovic was a man of means had been spot-on, and she didnít know why but it made her feel strangely uneasy.
Leaning forward a little, he rested his hand on the arm of his seat and she briefly noticed the thick gold ring with an onyx setting he wore on his little finger. It might be some kind of family heirloom. But she was quickly distracted from the observation by his stunning sapphire gaze.
ĎI presume your parents must be divorced if you live with your mother?í he deduced.
ĎYes, they are. In any case, tonight Iíll be staying at my dadís place Ö we have a lot of catching up to do.í
ĎYou are close Ö you and your father?í
The unexpected question took her aback. Staring into the fathomless, long-lashed blue eyes, for a long moment Natalie didnít know how to answer him. Or how much she might safely tell him.
ĎWe definitely were when I was younger. After my parents divorced it was Ö well, it was very difficult for a while. Itís got much better in the last couple of years, though. Anyway, heís the only dad I have, and I do care about himówhich is why Iím anxious to get to London and find out whatís been troubling him.í
ĎI can tell that you are a devoted and kind daughter. Your father is a very fortunate man indeed to have you worry about him.í
ĎI endeavour to be kind and devoted. Though, to be frank, there are times when it isnít easy. He can be rather unpredictable and not always easy to understand.í She couldnít help reddening at the confession. What on earth was she doing, admitting such a personal thing to a total stranger? To divert her anxiety she asked, ĎAre you a father? I mean, do you have children?í
When she saw the wry quirk of his beautifully sculpted mouth she immediately regretted it, surmising that sheíd transgressed some unspoken boundary.
ĎNo. It is my view that children need a steady and stable environment, and right now my life is far too demanding and busy to provide that.í
ĎPresumably youíd have to be in a steady relationship too?í
Ludoís magnetically blue eyes flashed a little, as though he was amused, but Natalie guessed he was in no hurry to enlighten her as to his romantic status. Why should he be? After all, she was just some nondescript girl he had spontaneously assisted because sheíd stupidly left her train ticket in the ladiesí room before boarding the train.
His short reply was intriguingly enigmatic. Feeling suddenly awkward at the thought of engaging in further conversation, Natalie stifled a helpless yawn and immediately seized on it as the escape route she was subconsciously searching for.
ĎI think Iíll close my eyes for a while, if you donít mind. I went out to dinner last night with a friend, to help celebrate her birthday, and didnít get in until late. The lack of sleep has suddenly caught up with me.í
ĎGo ahead. Try and get some rest. In any case I have some work to catch up on.í Ludo gestured towards the slim silver laptop that was open on the table in front of him. ĎWe will talk later.í
It sounded strangely like a promise.
With the memory of his smoky, arresting voice drifting tantalisingly through her mind like the most delicious warm breeze, Natalie leaned back in her luxurious seat, shut her eyes and promptly fell asleep Ö
In the generous landscaped garden of her childhood London home she squealed with excitement as her dad laughingly spun her round and round.
ĎStop, Daddy, stop! Youíre making me dizzy!í she cried.
As she spun, she glimpsed tantalising snatches of blue summer sky, and the sun on her face filled her with such a sense of well-being that she could have hugged herself. In the background the air was suffused with the lilting chorus of enchanting birdsong. The idyll was briefly interrupted by her mother calling out to them that tea was ready.
The poignant dream ended as abruptly as it had begun. Natalie felt distraught at not being able to summon it back immediately. When she was little, sheíd truly believed that life was wonderful. Sheíd felt safe and secure and her parents had always seemed so happy together.
A short while after the memory of her dream started to fade, the muted sound of the doors opening stirred her awake just in time to see a uniformed member of staff enter the compartment with a refreshment trolley. She was a young, slim woman, with neatly tied back auburn hair and a cheery smile.
ĎWould you like something to eat or drink, sir?í She addressed Ludo.
With a gently amused lift of his eyebrows, he turned his head towards Natalie.
ĎI see that you have returned to the land of the living. Are you ready for some coffee and a sandwich?í he asked. ĎItís almost lunchtime.í
ĎIs it, really?í Feeling a little groggy, she straightened in her seat and automatically checked her watch. She was stunned to realise that sheíd been asleep for almost an hour. ĎA cup of coffee would be great,í she said, digging into her purse for some change.
ĎPut your money away,í her companion ordered, frowning. ĎI will get this. How do you take your coffee? Black or white?í
ĎWhite with one sugar, please.í
ĎWhat about a sandwich?í He turned to the uniformed assistant, ĎMay I see a menu?í he asked.
When the girl handed a copy of said menu over to him, he passed it straight to Natalie. About to tell him that she wasnít hungry, she felt her stomach betray her with an audible growl. Feeling her face flame red, she glanced down at the list displayed in slim gold lettering on the leaflet in front of her.
ĎIíll have a ham and Dijon mustard sandwich on wholemeal bread, please. Thank you.í
ĎMake that two of those, and a black coffee along with the white one.í He gave the assistant their order, then waited until sheíd arranged their drinks and sandwiches on the table and departed before speaking again. ĎYou sounded a little disturbed when you were dozing,í he commented.
Natalie froze. Remembering her dream, and thinking that she must have inadvertently cried out at the very real sensation of her dad spinning her round and round, she answered, ĎDo you mean I was talking in my sleep?í
ĎNo. You were, however, gently snoring,í he teased.
Now she really did wish the floor would open up and swallow her. As the train powered through the lush green countryside she hardly registered the sublime views because she was so incensed.
ĎI donít snore. Iíve never snored in my life,í she retorted defensively. Seeing that Ludo was still smiling, she added uncertainly, ĎAt least Ö not that I know of.í
ĎYour boyfriend is probably too polite to tell you.í He grinned, taking a careful sip of his steaming black coffee.
Her heart thudded hard at the implication. Not remotely amused, she stared fixedly back at the perfectly sculpted profile on the other side of the aisle. ĎI donít have a boyfriend. And even if I had you shouldnít assume that we wouldóí Her impassioned little speech tailed off beneath the disturbing beam of Ludoís electric blue eyes.ŮÍŗųŗÚŁ ÍŪŤ„ů ŠŚŮÔŽŗÚŪÓ