Grantley scowled. ‘Matt will soon realise what an idiot he’s been!’
‘You think so?’ she frowned thoughtfully.
‘I know so,’ he said contemptuously.
‘You probably know him better than I do,’ she nodded consideringly. ‘But I have no intention of moving out of here tonight.’
‘Now look, lady—–’
‘Will you stop calling me “lady” in that contemptuous tone,’ she snapped coldly. ‘We both know you consider me to be the opposite!’
He looked at her with narrowed eyes, his lashes a sooty black against the green depths. ‘With that damned haughty manner of yours you could find yourself an earl or something, why pick on Matt?’
‘He’s a very eminent doctor—–’
‘But hardly jet-set material.’
Her mouth twisted scornfully. ‘I’m not interested in the so-called jet-set,’ she dismissed. ‘I like my men intelligent as well as interesting; Matt is both of those things,’ she added pointedly.
‘Implying I’m not?’
Her brows rose coolly. ‘I thought the idea was for me not to find you attractive?’ she mocked.
He drew in a ragged breath. ‘It is!’
She looked at him with derision. ‘And I can assure you I don’t.’
‘I’ll make your excuses to Molly and Matt tomorrow,’ he ground out. ‘You just make sure you’re gone from here before Matt comes up to town again.’
‘And if I’m not?’
‘You don’t have the diamond bracelet yet, Charly,’ he reminded harshly. ‘Something Matt, for all his ability as a doctor, isn’t able to buy for you.’
Something snapped inside her, a rage towards him and other arrogant men like him. ‘I don’t want your bracelet, Mr Grantley,’ she bit out tautly. ‘I helped you out tonight because—because I know how Molly must be feeling at this moment.’
‘Been replaced a few times yourself, have you?’ he derided contemptuously.
She flushed fiery red in her anger. ‘As a matter of fact, yes!’
He nodded. ‘Small, chubby blondes aren’t exactly in fashion at the moment, are they?’
‘I may be small and blonde, but I am certainly not chubby,’ Charly snapped.
‘Well-endowed?’ he taunted.
‘Curvaceous,’ she bit out, thinking how ridiculous this conversation had become. ‘I don’t have the time for this,’ she claimed grimly. ‘I had an appointment half an hour ago; I’d like to get there soon.’
‘I don’t have the time to waste either,’ he rasped. ‘Some rich bitch is trying to buy my deal from under me, and I consider that a hell of a lot more important than arguing with you!’
She raised light brown brows with practised calm. ‘Aren’t you rich yourself, Mr Grantley?’ she drawled mockingly.
‘I worked for what I have,’ he said harshly. ‘I didn’t have it handed to me with my gold spoon.’
‘I believe the saying is “silver spoon”,’ she corrected softly.
‘Not in this case,’ he scorned grimly. ‘It’s been gold for Rocharlle Hart from day one. She was born into money, married money, and now she’s trying to use some of that money to ruin a property deal I badly want.’
‘Maybe Mrs Hart wants it as badly,’ Charly derided his arrogance.
‘Women like her don’t have wants or needs,’ he dismissed roughly. ‘Only a quest for power.’
‘You don’t sound as if you’ve ever met her, so how can you know—–’
‘I know,’ he cut in firmly. ‘Just as I know you aren’t going to see Matt again.’
‘That might be a little difficult—–’
‘I could make things very unpleasant for you if you don’t agree to this.’
His threat only angered her more. ‘Mr Grantley, perhaps there’s something you should know—–’
‘About you?’ he scorned. ‘I don’t think so.’
‘You might regret not listening to me,’ she suggested with soft emphasis.
‘I doubt that.’
She shrugged. ‘It’s important.’
‘Just as making sure you have varnish on your toenails is important to you, no doubt!’ he looked contemptuously at the offending toenails, the varnish the same deep shade as her fingernails. ‘You look like a damned slave-girl!’
‘Is it a crime to want to look nice?’ she snapped defensively, sick of his criticism.
‘I suppose not, when it’s all you have to do all day,’ he dismissed harshly.
‘It isn’t!’
‘I’m sure it isn’t,’ he derided with a humourless smile. ‘Now let’s get this over with,’ he added decisively. ‘I’ll throw in a necklace to match the bracelet, arrange for you to stay at a hotel until you can find—somewhere else to live,’ his mouth twisted. ‘As long as you move out tomorrow and don’t bother Matt again.’
‘And if I don’t?’ she challenged.
His mouth thinned. ‘As I said, I could make things very unpleasant for you.’
She smiled, confident that this man could do nothing to hurt her. ‘You’re going to feel extremely foolish when you realise what a mistake you’ve made,’ she assured him.
His eyes narrowed. ‘You’re staying in Matt’s apartment, there’s no mistake about that.’
Charly could sense he was becoming uneasy about her cool control, her smile widening. ‘No, there’s no mistake about that,’ she agreed.
‘And that story about the fire is pure fiction,’ he accused.
‘Is it?’
‘Oh to hell with this!’ he moved restlessly. ‘The jewellery will be delivered to you here tomorrow morning, make sure you leave then.’
‘Don’t you think you should talk to Matt before doing this?’ she reasoned.
‘No, I don’t!’ He slammed out of the apartment.
Charly’s breath was expelled in a tense sigh, shaking her head to suddenly look down at her watch; she
