told herself fiercely, no matter what Seb or anyone else said, she was going to keep that—character assassin with his insinuations and innuendoes away from Bianca. Whatever her faults, she didn’t deserve anyone like Liam Brant casting a spotlight on them. Bianca needed to be protected from him, and she, Alix, would see that it was done.
She swallowed, and her hand moved slowly and reluctantly to adjust the buttons on her dress. ‘You’re not my type,’ he’d told her cynically, and he certainly wasn’t hers, so why could she not dismiss the memory of that brief brush of his fingers against her breasts?
Alix bit her lip. She was going to protect Bianca—but the unanswerable question was—who was going to protect her?
BIANCA was dressing to go out to lunch, and she was less than pleased to hear what Alix had to tell her.
‘You seem to have handled it very badly,’ she remarked tartly. ‘I told you to get rid of him, not antagonise him.’
Alix groaned inwardly. ‘I’ve been trying to explain,’ she said. ‘I don’t think it’s possible to do one without the other. He’s absolutely determined to do the book, whether you agree or not.’
‘We’ll see about that.’ Bianca’s lips were tightly compressed.
Alix sighed. ‘Is it really so impossible? After all, forewarned is forearmed, and according to Seb it’s better to have him on your side.’
‘Oh, Seb,’ Bianca said with scorn. ‘A lot of good he’s been in all this. Why should I agree to this book? God knows I don’t need the publicity. I already have more scripts lined up than I’ll ever have time to do.’
She added some gloss to her lips.
‘There is nothing to stop anyone, any time, writing a book about you,’ Alix pointed out patiently. ‘It’s surprising really that no one’s thought of doing it before. As I see it, if you refuse to have anything to do with it, you’re deliberately forfeiting any control you might have over the content.’
Bianca swivelled round on her dressing stool. ‘You sound as if you’re on this man’s side!’
‘That’s the last thing I am,’ Alix muttered vehemently. ‘But he worries me.’
‘I can’t imagine why he should.’ Bianca was still watching her, her brows raised curiously. ‘I should be worried, if anyone is. Why should you be so concerned?’
Alix met her gaze steadily. ‘I hardly know. Perhaps it could have something to do with the fact that you’re a blood relation as well as my employer.’
‘How very touching!’ Bianca’s lip curled. ‘Well, don’t fret on my behalf, darling child. I can take care of myself.’
Alix felt a full flush creep into her face. There was a bite in Bianca’s tone which was bound to hurt. It was one of the things she had never been able to understand. She supposed Bianca had offered the job in the first place because she was her niece, and therefore she could expect more than usual loyalty from her, and yet her aunt had never treated her as if she was a relation. Alix could never say that she had received any kind of indulgence from Bianca, and not much affection either. Any tentative attempts by Alix to infuse some warmth into their relationship had always been resisted.
Alix had learned to come to terms with it, of course, mainly by telling herself that this should be regarded as just another job, and that Bianca should be regarded as just another employer. In other circumstances she would expect only to do what she was paid for and accept her salary. Yet at the same time she was realistic enough to know that Bianca made demands on her which no stranger would ever accede to.
She had tried once to explain this to her mother, but Margaret Coulter’s face had hardened.
‘Did you really expect anything different?’ she asked roughly. ‘Bianca always did want to eat her cake and have it at the same time. She was selfish and unfeeling from the day she was born. She expected everything and everyone to revolve round her like—like satellites around a moon. And now you’re caught too.’
Alix had been too shaken by the depth of feeling in her mother’s voice to do more than offer a token protest, but afterwards she had wondered whether what Margaret had said was true. Was she beguiled into acquiescence by the undoubted glamour of Bianca’s personality? She was guiltily aware that she had been tactless in the way she had talked about her job at home. She tried unobtrusively from then on to demonstrate to Margaret that she still came first in her affections, but she wasn’t altogether sure that she succeeded. In fact, the more she became absorbed in her job and its hectic demands, the farther she seemed to grow away from her family as a whole. Presumably they felt that someone who travelled the world in Bianca’s wake might find the ups and downs of their everyday life less than fascinating, she thought wryly.
The most hurtful thing of all had been a few months ago when she had returned from California to find that nineteen-year-old Debbie was engaged, and that the party to celebrate it had been held in her absence.
She’d tried to pretend it didn’t matter, to argue with herself that they couldn’t have waited for her erratic timetable to bring her back to London again, but the pain lingered.
She often felt as if she occupied a kind of limbo. Her family had learned to live without her, had apparently closed the circle against her, and her only value to Bianca lay in her general efficiency and usefulness.
‘I’ll talk to Leon over lunch,’ Bianca announced, scrutinising her flawless complexion through narrowed eyes. ‘He should be able to think of something to get me off the hook.’
‘I hope so,’ Alix said with a sigh. ‘Perhaps he’ll be able to convince Mr Brant that you haven’t anything to hide.’
‘What on earth do you mean?’ Bianca demanded sharply.
Alix met her eyes in the mirror. ‘Oh, it was just something that he implied—that you didn’t want him to write the book because there could be something you didn’t want him to find out about.’ She tried to smile rather uncertainly. ‘I tried to tell him he was wrong, but I’m not sure I was successful.’ She broke off, uneasily, staring at Bianca’s reflection, aware of a certain rigidity in her expression, and that the colour had faded in her face, emphasising the carefully applied blusher on her cheekbones.
Alix said sharply, ‘Is something wrong? Surely there’s nothing that he could find out …’
‘Of course there’s nothing,’ Bianca snapped. ‘I can’t understand what’s got into you, Alix. You’re usually so level-headed and sensible, but this man seems to have sent your wits begging. Either that or going on holiday makes you lose all sense of proportion. You’d better take the rest of the day off and get a grip on yourself. I’ll see you tomorrow.’
‘Thanks,’ Alix returned with a touch of irony. A small voice inside her head was saying that if Bianca retained her own sense of proportion about Liam Brant and the biography project, this whole situation would never have arisen, but of course she would never say so. ‘I think I’ll go home.’
‘That will be nice.’ Bianca turned away from the mirror, with a final look at her appearance. ‘Give them all my best, won’t you,’ she added indifferently.
