but the job paid well and the work was never complicated or difficult.
Monday was always a calm day; the postbag was light and their workload was easy enough to deal with as they always tried to clear their desks by Friday afternoon, so she was able to go to lunch a little early that day, to give herself time to get to Bond Street, and then hopefully grab a snack before she went back to the office.
She caught a bus, then walked anxiously, hurriedly, to the bridal shop, relieved to see that the pearl and rose coronet was still in the window. The assistant sat her in a chair in front of a mirror, brought a wedding veil and the coronet for her to try on.
Pippa gazed at herself, smiling; it really was perfect, just what she wanted.
‘You look lovely,’ the assistant told her, and Pippa thought she looked pretty good, too.
‘It’s exactly what I’ve been looking for,’ she confessed. ‘I’ll take it.’
Then the smile went and her eyes widened in horror as she saw a reflection of the street outside behind her shoulders.
A man stood there, staring at her: tall, elegantly dressed, his black hair brushed and immaculate.
In the mirror their eyes met. His were fixed and glittering, bright and hot as burning stars. Pippa stared into them, her stomach turning over, grew icy cold and fainted.
CHAPTER TWO
SHE recovered consciousness slowly, not quite sure what had happened, her lids flickering, then rising; she looked up, her green eyes dazed, not focusing properly.
Two faces bent over her. The assistant looked anxious, upset. The other…
Pippa took one look at him and promptly shut her eyes again. She did not want to believe he was real. Surely she wasn’t imagining things, dreaming him up in the oddest places, at the oddest times? Her head buzzed with distressed questions. What was he doing here? Come to that, what had he been doing outside the bridal shop? What was going on? First the accident; now he’d turned up while she was trying on her bridal coronet. What was Fate up to?
‘She’s fainted again,’ the assistant said. ‘Oh, dear. Do you think she’s really ill? She’s very pale. Should I ring for an ambulance? Or a doctor?’
‘No, I don’t think she’s ill; she’s just playing dead,’ said the deep, cool voice she remembered so well.
How dared he? What right did he have to read her so accurately? Angrily she opened her eyes once more and glared at him, beginning to get up.
It didn’t make her any less furious that he helped, as effortlessly as if she weighed no more than a child, lifting her with one arm around her waist, his warm hand just below her breast, the intimacy of the contact making her heart thud painfully.
‘Oh…perhaps we shouldn’t move her yet,’ the assistant nervously murmured. ‘She may still be groggy.’
‘Oh, she’ll be okay. Would you run out and stop that taxi going past? Thanks.’
Pippa was still being held close to that long, lean body; the proximity was doing drastic things to her, especially when she looked up and sideways at the hard-edged, smooth-skinned, masculine face.
She heard the other girl’s high heels clipping across the shop and knew she was alone with him. Panic streaked through her; she pushed him away and his arm dropped.
Those bright eyes gleamed with what she grimly recognised as mockery. So he was finding the situation funny, was he? Her teeth met.
‘Feeling better now?’ he enquired softly.
‘Yes, thank you.’ Her voice was cold and remote, hiding the rage she felt although she suspected he wasn’t missing it; his argument was open, unhidden.
The shop assistant rushed back, breathlessly said, ‘The taxi’s waiting.’
‘Thank you.’ He looked at Pippa. ‘Maybe you should take the veil off before we go?’
‘We’ go? she thought. She wasn’t going anywhere with him.
But the assistant came to help her. ‘So, did you want the coronet?’
‘Yes, please.’ Pippa fumbled in her bag, found her credit card and held it out.
The assistant offered her the payment slip a moment later and she signed it, then took back her card and put it away, very slowly and carefully, deliberately delaying in the hope that he might go outside to talk to the taxi driver.
She might then have a chance to escape, run off down the road, but he waited beside her, perhaps anticipating her intention. Finally she had to leave the shop, as they walked out on to the pavement he held her elbow lightly, propelled her towards the taxi.
‘I don’t want to…’ she breathed.
‘You might faint again; we can’t have that.’ He smiled, lifting her into the back of the taxi.
She couldn’t quite catch what he said to the driver before climbing in beside her, but before she could ask him the taxi set off with a jerk which almost made her tumble forward on to the floor.
‘Do up your seat belt,’ she was ordered, and her companion leaned over to drag the belt across her shoulder and down to her waist, clip it into place, his long fingers brushing her thigh. He had a fresh, outdoor scent: pine, she decided, inhaling it. She wished he would stop invading her body space. It was far too disturbing.
‘Where did you tell the driver to go?’ she asked huskily as he sat back, not meeting the eyes that watched her as if he could read her every thought.
‘I feel it’s time we had a private chat. I told him to take us to my hotel. Have you had lunch?’
Agitated, she protested, ‘I’m not going to your hotel! I have to get back to work.’
‘You can ring and tell them you’ve been taken ill,’ he dismissed. ‘Have you had lunch?’
‘Yes,’ she lied, and received one of his dry, mocking glances.
‘Where? You came out of your office, caught a bus and went straight to that shop. Where could you have had lunch?’
‘You’ve been following me? Spying on me? How dare you? You had no right,’ she spluttered, very flushed now. ‘Were you on the bus? I didn’t see you.’
‘No, I followed in a taxi, then walked behind you along Bond Street.’
She thought harder, forehead wrinkled. ‘How did you know where I worked?’
‘Your fiancé told me where he worked, so I rang up and asked the switchboard if you worked there, too.’
Simple when you know how, she thought; she should have guessed he would track her down if he wanted to, but she hadn’t thought he would want to.
‘They tried to put me through, but someone in your office said you had just left, were going shopping in your lunch hour. I was ringing on my mobile from the foyer
