trying to buy my father’s company.’
Pierre nodded, his eyes expressive. ‘It’s not a good idea, cherie. Dancing. Or anything else.’
There was kindness in his voice, as well as warning. For a second she just looked at him, a stricken expression in her eyes. Then slowly, soberly, she inclined her head.
‘I know,’ she said.
‘Sensible girl.’ Wordlessly, he pushed her coffee towards her. And a glass of champagne.
With shaky fingers Eve took the glass, and drank from it.
‘You’d do better with me, cherie. You wouldn’t weep in the morning.’
Lightly, he brushed her bare arm with his fingers. Then he started to tell her another gossipy anecdote.
She tried to smile.
It wasn’t possible.
Alexei walked back to the bar. His gait was very controlled, his face expressionless. Beneath the mask of his face, emotions roiled like dark waters. He’d been insane, all right, but he’d got his sanity back now. Forced it back. Eve Hawkwood could resume her attentions to her original target.
Was she sleeping with Roflet already? Or was she holding out until Roflet père rode to her father’s rescue?
No, don’t think about Pierre Roflet enjoying Eve Hawkwood. The woman he’d wanted was not her. It was an illusion, a fantasy that did not exist. A mirage.
‘M’sieu?’
The barman was hovering attentively. Alexei gave his order.
‘Vodka,’ he instructed tersely.
The barman nodded, and turned to pour the drink. He placed it in front of Alexei and watched him knock it back, then replace the glass on the surface of the bar. Silently, he refilled it.
Alexei reached for it, let his fingers curl around the cool edge of the glass, but he did not drink it. Already the first one was burning down his throat. Deadening his senses.
‘Russe?’
The husky voice at his side was female. He turned his head.
There was a woman sitting on the barstool, nursing a glass of champagne. Young. No more than twenty, perhaps. Low-cut dress with a high hem. A lot of make-up.
Good-looking.
Expensive-looking.
Available-looking.
Alexei’s eyes narrowed slightly. Assessingly.
Then he answered her.
As he did so, he saw surprise—and wariness—flicker in her eyes. Then it was gone. Instead, she laid a hand with red-lacquered nails on his sleeve. She smiled.
Invitingly.
It took Alexei only a handful of minutes to persuade her to come up to his suite with him.
Eve watched him walk out of the nightclub. He was difficult to miss. The woman on his arm had the highest heels possible, and was swaying provocatively in her tight-cut dress that moulded over her bottom, skimming high across her thighs. Her long dark hair waved extravagantly down her back.
Her hand, with its long red nails, curled around Alexei Constantin’s forearm with blatant possession.
Eve’s hand curled tightly around the stem of her champagne flute. As if to break it.
How many more illusions could she stand seeing destroyed?
Yet one more, it seemed.
Pierre was looking where she watched, her eyes wide and stricken.
‘Definitely not a good idea, cherie,’ he murmured.
She tore her eyes away. She looked down into her champagne glass.
‘No,’ she agreed. ‘You’re right. Not a good idea.’ Her voice was strained.
She made herself look up, look across at Pierre. He gave a little grimace, half-sympathy, half-warning.
‘And a health risk.’ He nodded in the direction that Alexei Constantin was walking off in. ‘The girl is a hooker.’
Eve stared.
Pierre gave a light shrug. ‘I know—they shouldn’t let them in here. But they—or their pimps—bribe the staff. And she is one, cherie, believe me. She offered me her services when I was getting your drink while you were dancing.’ He made another slight grimace. ‘She is no doubt most expensive. But then, price is not a problem for Alexei Constantin.’
Eve hardly heard him. The sound of the final shattering of her last illusion drowned him out.
For one last, despairing second she felt herself try to fight against what she was seeing, but she was crushed down. Crushed by the damning reality of who and what the man was.
No one worth wanting. No one worth dreaming over.
Bleakly, she lifted her champagne glass to her lips.
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